Come on.
Bring it back.
- Let's go. - Yeah.
What the hell?
Yo, dawg, is it snowing?
Sound the alarm!
Out of the yard!
Get everybody inside now!
It's a very unique prison break.
Could an artefact cause mantle displacement or volcanoes?
Of course. That's why I hate volcanoes. They leave behind intense emotions.
- That's why you hate volcanoes. - Pete thinks it's a giant lava monster...
- ...escaped from the Earth's core. - He thinks that or he's hoping?
Just send me a sample to analyse.
I'll run through the database with whatever you've got so far.
Right.
- Damn it! - Artie, are those shelves still unstable...
- ...from the quakes last week? - Yeah, annoyingly so.
And you are fixing them with a black light?
No. This is Jerry Garcia's black light. It's for Claudia's birthday party.
Enhances visuals of any artwork that it shines on.
Ah, you're still throwing the party.
Yes.
And your input on the event is still not required.
I don't know. Twenty-one is a really big deal, Artie.
It's a-- It's a huge birthday.
Trust me. I know Claudia. I've planned the perfect party.
- Well, that's what I'm worried about. - I have a great surprise lined up.
Please tell me it's not a clown.
You know what? Just solve the case, come back in time for the party.
I'll call you if I find anything.
All right. Just....
- So there's a U.S. marshal here now. - Right.
I'm sure he'll be telling his guys to search every gas station...
...residence, warehouse, outhouse, doghouse.
You forgot henhouse.
- Ah, nice catch, marshal. - I watch it at least once a year.
Ha, ha. Uh, Mykes, this is Liam Napier, U.S. marshal.
- Myka Bering, Secret Service. - Warden says all inmates...
- ...in the yard are accounted for. - Really?
Hey.
- He's with us. That's, uh.... - Jersey.
- Jersey? - Marshal.
Wow, dude, long time.
What's the ATF doing here?
We're working with Secret Service to track an incendiary device.
- What device makes molten lava? - That's what we're here to figure out.
We've got this under control. We will call you if a prisoner shows up missing.
No, wait a minute. The warden said that everyone was accounted for out here.
- But what about in the main building? - We don't know yet.
They needed all hands on deck, they shut the main building down.
- They're still counting. - So everyone's focus was out here.
Then with everyone's eyes on the front door....
It would make it a lot easier for someone to sneak out the back.
Maybe this wasn't the actual prison break.
It was a diversion.
I'll order a sweep and get a head count. Get them going on that henhouse thing.
- I love that guy. - Yeah.
Yes.
Great.
Okay. Yes.
- What are you doing there? - Nothing. Don't you have a guitar lesson?
That was over an hour ago. You lost track of time...
...because you were busy turning the solarium into a funeral home.
- What? - No. There's nothing going on in there.
The problem with hiding things behind glass is you can see through them.
All right.
It's for your birthday party. You're welcome.
Yeah. And I-- You know, I have all of the great rock bands on vinyl.
One of the few older technologies your generation still actually respects.
Plus, I have a very, very special, special surprise guest.
- Tell me it's not a clown. - Let's just get one thing straight.
Clowns have served a very important psychological, socioreligious function...
...in society since 2400 BCE.
Artie, Artie, Artie.
- Thank you for this. - Okay, well....
But really, it's-- I just already made plans to go get beers with Steve.
- No, you can't just go to a bar. - According to South Dakota, I can.
No, no, no, it's not that. Can't you stay home?
Artie, when you met me, I was a kid.
I'm an adult now.
You know, age has nothing to do with adulthood. Look at Pete.
- Heh. Okay. - Look.
You act like I can't make my own decisions.
How many times have I saved the world at this point?
All right, you know what? Just enough.
If we're gonna have this argument, at least just turn off the music.
- So we can have the argument properly. - What music?
Ah, just because it's Beethoven's first symphony, does not mean it's not music.
- And adults listen to classical music. - Artie, there's no music.
Okay, that's not good.
Beethoven's clock.
That definitely looks like an escape route. I'm guessing made by an artefact.
While everybody else was busy, two convicts disappeared.
Jonesy, put out an APB on two fugitives: Joe Barton and Rick Davis.
Wheels on the road, eyes on the dirt. If it's orange and moves, I wanna know.
- Copy, marshal. - Hole was made from outside.
Just like the one in the yard.
And this, it's volcanic ash.
All right, well, it looks like Barton and Davis have someone on the outside.
Someone with an artefact.
Damn, I've waited so long for that.
- That's not Griff. - No, that's Barton.
He's gonna make sure we can afford that vacation. Where's your thing?
So this is the magic bottle, huh?
Don't open it. That stuff melted through those prison walls like nothing.
Imagine what it could do to a bank vault or anybody that gets in our way.
Davis is a member of the Third Street Turks...
...a crew deep into armed robbery and narcotics.
Another Turk in his block is this upstanding gentleman, Adam Griff.
Their last project landed them here in our lovely hillbilly spa and resort.
- What about Joe Barton? - Bad man.
Armed robbery, assault, attempted murder.
Former Turk, after a messy falling out, they parted ways.
So Davis escaped with a deserter, and not his fellow Turk, Griff?
It doesn't add up.
- Barton was trying to get back in. - I'm having Mr. Griff brought up.
He should've been here by now.
You know, someone should keep an eye on our marshal.
Pete. Pete should stick with him.
What is wrong? Is there something about that guy you don't like?
No, no, no. It's just that he's, you know--
And, you know, we don't really....
Oh, my God, he's your ex.
He is?
He is.
Yeah, he is.
- I don't think that that's relevant. - Why didn't you say so?
Being stuck on a case with the guy that dumped me is not a dream assignment.
- I think I've had this nightmare before. - Okay, wait, he dumped you?
Why would anyone do that? I mean, look at you.
Looks, brains, good taste...
...a deep knowledge of guns and blowing things up.
What's not to love?
Do you need us to hate him? We can hate him.
Look, look, Liam, he's not a bad guy.
What happened between us, it wasn't his fault, and--
I'd really rather talk about this at another time that's not now.
Maybe we can talk about it when I'm dead.
Okay. Right?
Right. I will shadow Liam.
Okay, we're gonna go toss Barton and Davis' cells...
...far away from Mr. Hunky Ex.
- Look, he's not that hunky. - Oh, he's hunky, okay?
He's me.
I knew I was your type.
Can this get any worse?
ATF and Secret Service seem like an odd mix.
You work with Steve long?
I know what you're doing. Digging for intel on Steve.
Caught me. I'm sneaky that way. I wanna know how he's doing.
It's been a while, we don't Skype every night.
Well, you should have thought of that before you dumped him.
Right. I dumped him.
My bad.
It's a big mistake. It's huge.
For you. It's great for Steve.
He goes out a lot, you know. A lot, a lot, a lot of dating.
Oh, yeah. We call him Social Steve.
Steve Jinks, right?
Well, I guess you never really knew Steve.
Guess not.
He did tell me about one guy, though.
What's the name of the guy that he just started dating?
Oh, come on, you know the guy's name. Steve just told me about him.
It's okay.
Honestly, I'm glad he has friends who stick up for him.
You sure you got time for this? I heard you got two cons on the run.
Play nice, Griff. Secret Service here has got a few questions for you.
So Barton leaves your crew and Davis still breaks him out.
- Why? - No idea. Can I go now?
Seems like everybody kissed and made up.
The Turks finally learn how to forgive and forget?
Yeah, right. Barton would be dead if he didn't have--
If he didn't have something you wanted?
Information?
No, you'd just kill him.
Money.
He's got your stolen cash, you're grovelling at his feet to get it.
Hey.
Nobody takes our money.
So this is about money.
But it's not your money.
So Barton's trying to buy his way back in...
- ...with his own stolen loot. - He's gonna show Davis where it is.
Davis was supposed to take you, wasn't he?
But you got dropped at the last minute for Barton's big bag of money.
I don't gotta tell you nothing.
Maybe we should ask some of the other Turks in the prison.
That's a great idea. We could tell them everything that Griff here told us.
- Fill in the blanks. - I didn't tell you anything.
They'd be very interested to know how helpful Griff was.
- I didn't help you. You guessed. - I would leave that part out.
- I'm very forgetful that way. - Yeah? Well, then I'll tell them the truth.
You've been here talking to us.
- Who do you think they'll believe? - Look.
Just tell us where Barton and Davis are going...
...and we'll forget this little conversation ever happened.
So this stuff with Liam, that must suck, huh?
- Hey, man. Hey. - Yeah.
I remember when Amanda and I split up.
Ugh. That was....
- That was tough stuff, man, you know? - Uh-huh.
I mean, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I can relate.
I mean, sure, Amanda and I had a chance to put things to rest...
...and now we have a newer, slightly weirder relationship.
Well, maybe this is just a chance for you to make amends.
You really wanna talk about this?
I know.
It doesn't sound like me, does it?
Well, I've been getting in touch with my sensitive side.
Knock, knock, Steve. I'm home.
The thing is, I thought that Liam was, you know, the one.
Been there, man. Been there.
Then he started lying.
Right. You're definitely not the guy to lie to.
I gotta look away every time you ask me for a piece of gum...
...and I only have three left.
Jinksy.
- What are you doing? - Looking for a tunnel.
- Haven't you ever seen Shawshank? - Yeah.
Hey. Hey. Check this out.
"Hey, babe. I can't wait to see you so we can be together forever."
Davis had a girlfriend. "Anna."
- Now, she might be the accomplice. - It's possible.
Oh, listen to this one. "Hey, babe.
The east sees you rise Above the walls around my heart
Surrounded
Slumbering in the cellar at noon Away from the midnight moon
Mournful Monday awake with thee"
See, Steve, poetry sucks because it doesn't make any sense.
No, no, no. She's trying to hide something.
- So, what? You think it's a code? - Yeah. We need to figure out the cipher.
Uh, transposition? Move each letter to the next one in the alphabet.
U-I-F-F-B-T-U.
- Sounds Klingon. - No.
- No? - No.
Okay. I don't know. So, what do we--? Rearrange the sentences?
Sees surrounded around the east?
Wait, wait, wait. Flag on the play. Look at these.
They look like they're framing the words.
Hold on, man.
Prisons don't censor with X-Acto knives.
"East, wall, cellar, noon, Monday."
Now, that's a poem I can understand.
All right, a present from a piano teacher to young Ludwig.
"A clock of most exquisite decor."
Our clock doesn't have a bust. See?
So that's why we couldn't neutralise it. We have to goo the other half.
Find it anywhere on the planet Earth.
Allow me to show how I can be hip enough...
...to hang ten on the web, yet adult enough to not need a clown.
Yeah. Got it. Age hasn't slowed me down a bit.
Brava, that was fast.
I used a web crawler to index sites with updated keyword "bust."
And then after remembering to turn SafeSearch back on...
...cross-referenced with the image of the clock.
Like you taught me, sensei, only a little more 2013 than 1979.
1979, the year Emmett Kelly died. Famous clown.
So where are we going?
Just donated to a gallery called Art of the Bay.
Art of the Bay, Art of the Bay, Art of the Bay.
- We're going to Boston. - Snag the artefact, stop the tuneage.
You'll still have time to show where you threw the first crate of tea.
Good one. I didn't see that coming, you little--
- It changed again. - To what? News and weather?
Beethoven's third. It's going through all the opuses.
- We gotta find it fast. It's getting louder. - Yeah, we gotta find it fast.
Well, it looks like Griff was right.
With all this falling ash, they must be around here somewhere.
- Wait, there it is. - That's the bag Griff was talking about.
They left the cash.
Looks like it's been raining lava.
It's a cell phone.
Liam, the truck.
She's trapped. It might be the accomplice.
This must be Davis.
Door is welded shut with lava.
This is more than just an incendiary device, isn't it?
Uh, I have to take this call so you should go help that poor woman in the truck.
Turns out Davis had a pen pal.
She might have the artefact.
Yeah, we found her.
And we found Davis too.
He's dead.
- What about Barton? - He probably took off with the artefact.
But, Pete, the weird thing is, is that he left the cash here.
So if he's not after the money, then what is it?
No idea. But, Pete, he has no problem using this artefact to kill.
Rick got the money, and he was gonna kill Barton.
Said he didn't need him anymore.
There was a fight.
Barton got the bottle...
...and he buried him in lava.
Bottle? What bottle?
This old copper jug.
Belonged to my Nana Paccia.
She just passed. I got all of her junk from Italy.
So where's Barton now?
He grabbed my phone and locked me in the truck.
I don't know where he went after that, I swear.
- Is this your phone? - Yeah.
It's gotta be the copper jug, right? I mean, from Italy? It shoots lava.
They've had their share of volcanoes.
Okay, the most recent call was to a Paulie's Diner.
Barton made it.
It's a 24-hour diner on the edge of town.
The Turks hang out there.
Barton obviously has an agenda.
Yeah, taking out Turks.
What the hell can do this to a guy?
Hey, Liam, can you give us a sec?
Sure. Secret Service.
Emphasis on the "secret." Fine.
Okay, so the bottle's from Italy, right?
Maybe, uh, Pompeii?
An entire city destroyed at once. Pretty powerful, right?
Fear, sadness, loss, emotions flying around.
Sounds like artefact-y circumstances.
Right. So it's like a lava flamethrower.
- You just point it and it burns through. - You point it at a person, it does this.
So you recognise him?
That's the guy asking everybody about Chris.
Okay, Chris. Who's Chris?
No idea. I've been here over a year, and we don't have any Chrises.
He heads there into the kitchen to talk to Paulie.
Heard some yelling. He was heading out again, when Tattoo over there saw him.
- Okay. So they knew each other? - I guess so.
They got into an argument, Tattoo pulls out a knife. I'm no dummy. I got out.
Next thing you know, Tattoo was covered in molten lava?
- Yeah. How the heck does that--? - Global warming.
Thanks for your help. Don't forget to recycle.
It looks like this guy Chris is Barton's next target.
- Well, then we need to get that-- - Can I talk to you a sec?
Excuse me.
I'm trying to catch a fugitive, I can't if I don't know what I'm dealing with.
- I told you. Incendiary device. - Device that drowns people in lava.
- Nothing in the world does that. - A lot more than you think.
Cryptic. Helpful. Are we working together on this or not?
Liam, things would be a lot easier for both of us if you weren't here.
Speak for yourself, Steve.
Well, good luck with your top-secret, national-security spy versus spy.
- Where are you going? - My people...
...who share information with me, just located the crew's safe house.
I think I might go catch a fugitive.
- You have to go after him. - No. No.
Personal stuff cannot get in the way of this job.
Agreed. But if he finds Barton, he'll find the artefact.
You know him best. Stick with him. Pete and I are gonna track down Chris.
- Yeah, but I don't-- - Look, there's baggage, okay? I get it.
We're stuck with your ex, and you know him better than us.
And clearly he's not going anywhere, and if he finds that artefact without us...
...it's gonna be a lot more difficult to explain.
And it could kill him.
The coast is clear.
Wouldn't wanna be caught breaking in.
That'd really hurt my street cred.
- What? - Nothing. Joking.
- How loud is that music? - So loud.
"Beethoven's Eighth", which is highly overrated. Making me a little irritable.
- What's your usual excuse? - You made a joke about that, didn't you?
- No, I didn't. - Yeah.
We good?
- I think there's an alarm system. - Why didn't you do that first?
- Oh, this is my fault. - This is all your fault.
- Where is it? - Get-- On the-- Yeah.
- Like in the movies. - Cutting it a little too close.
The music is drowning out all other sound. And I gotta--
I think I should just go.
- You should-- Wait, wait, what now? - No, I'm a liability. You can finish up.
I'll wait in the car.
No, you're doing fine. I'm the one who's almost getting us caught.
And this isn't slowing us up.
- Yeah, it's not even remotely funny. - It's a little funny.
According to the photo on the web, it should be right here.
- Things are missing. - Things are missing.
Probably sold.
So I'm looking for....
- Manifest. - Yeah, okay. Manifest.
"Bronze, statue, $490." No.
"Oil painting, fruit, $375." No.
"Marble, Aphrodite, $85"?
Must not have known who it belonged to.
The buyer, Mrs. Viola Adams, from Beacon Park Music Academy.
Her address is--
Artie, what's wrong? Are you okay?
Beethoven's "Piano Concerto No. 5." Why has it switched to the concertos?
Unless....
What? Unless what?
"No. 5" was Beethoven's last public appearance.
Because after that...
...he went deaf.
Thank you. Pete, I think I figured out why....
- Really? - Well, it was just sitting there.
I think I figured out why nobody knows a guy named Chris.
- Well, what's up? - This waitress, she used to work here.
She quit around a year ago, the same time that Barton was arrested.
Her name was Christina Robertson.
Okay.
Let's go.
Coming.
Hi, Chris. It's been a while.
I let you join me here. Are we gonna talk about this or what?
- I'm not here to talk about my feelings. - That brings back memories.
You're just gonna follow me around in case I find out what's actually going on.
There are things that I can't tell you. I'm trying to protect you.
That must be why you told your pals that I dumped you.
- We're really gonna do this now? - Why not? We never actually did it.
Why don't we just check on the game? The Entune has all the latest scores.
Steve, you never even said goodbye.
You just left. Gone.
Okay, fine then. Let's break up now.
You lied to me constantly.
You're a human lie detector.
And it was not constantly.
Yes, sometimes, I lied.
You really want the truth all the time? Okay.
Only thing you can cook is lasagne and even that sucks.
That tea you drink smells like cat pee, skinny jeans do not look good on you.
- Like that? - Yes. Yes. It's a start.
Oh, come on, nobody wants that much truth. I just....
- I just wanted you to like me. - I loved you.
Yeah, we had plenty of love, but not much like.
Different thing. And I wanted to like you, but you made that so hard.
I felt like you were constantly on the lookout.
It was terrifying.
I was always scared I'd screw up and that made me screw up even more.
Look, I'm sorry, okay?
I hate that I can tell, and I hate that I care so much, but this is who I am.
The thing is...
...if I can't make it work with you, if I couldn't....
I can't make it work with anyone.
I'll just have to make my peace with that.
Chris Robertson?
Yeah, but I'm on my way out.
We have reason to believe you might be in danger.
May we come in?
Sure.
Thanks.
So you're not part of the crew.
No, I don't want anything to do with that life or those people.
Then why is Barton after you?
I told you, I don't know anyone named Barton.
Pete. Volcanic ash.
Why are you lying to us?
- This is the safe house? - You were expecting beach front?
Looks like we're too late.
Yeah, he's already tossed this place.
Barton's definitely been here.
Times, dates, could be a delivery schedule, but deliveries of what?
There's a missing page.
- "Lyon Armored Car." - And it's a pickup schedule.
Next pickup is at a mall parking garage five miles from here in 30 minutes.
So Barton didn't hurt you.
That's a first. Did he, uh--? Did he threaten you?
Is there someone else you're trying to protect?
Like your son, maybe?
I don't have a son.
Look, Chris, I was a teenager once.
The dirty clothes, the heavy metal, it's all part of the package.
How long has your son been running with the Turks?
He's targeting the Turks. Your son could be in real danger.
Is that it? Did Barton come here looking for your son so he could hurt him?
Chris, you need to talk to us, because we can find Barton and stop him.
We won't let him hurt your son, you have to cooperate.
Please stop. You don't understand, okay?
He would never hurt Kyle.
Mykes, that's why the money was left at the lake.
This isn't about money.
- It's about Kyle. - Yes.
Barton is Kyle's father, isn't he?
He's trying to save him.
Inside every box, some new piece of crap.
My aunt collects a lot of crap.
I'm trying to get her on that show, you know, the one people collect the crap?
- Hoarders? - Yeah.
They pay a lot?
I like money.
No.
This particular piece of crap is sentimental.
It's not worth anything at all, trust me.
So you guys are going through a lot of trouble for something that's just crap.
You're not the only one with a crazy aunt.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna dump these and I'll be right back.
Oh, we haven't checked that box yet.
Hey--
Artie. Hey, Bluto's getting away.
He's heading upstairs.
Artie, are you okay?
Claudia, I'm deaf.
Don't worry. Stay.
Give it up, chum. It's over.
Okay. I'm sorry. I just....
I thought maybe this thing could pay for the surgery my aunt needs.
She's got a bad heart and she's really old.
So I....
Yeah. No mercy.
- Pete and Myka are on their way. - We'll wait for their backup.
This is it, kid. Graduation.
You're part of the family, right?
That must be Barton's son.
Now waste this rent-a-cop punk.
- We can't let this happen. - Let's go.
- Hold it. - Barton.
- Where's Davis? - Dead.
I'd rather not kill you too, but I will.
I'm taking my kid.
- You trying to be a dad all of a sudden? - I came here to protect you.
These guys protect me.
They look out for me. They're here for me.
Look at me.
I won't let you make the same mistakes I did.
You don't wanna go to jail or worse.
That's touching, Barton.
You should know by now that no one leaves the crew.
Freeze. United States marshal, guns down.
You brought the cops, Barton? That was stupid.
- Bye, Kyle. - Kyle!
- Dad. - Go.
That bullet was meant for you, Kyle.
Trust me, these people are not your friends. They're not your family.
Dad.
Help! Help! Someone get us out of here!
- We have to bag that bottle. - Before Barton and Kyle get roasted.
Liam, get to high ground.
Get out of here before the lava traps you.
I can get out over there. I'm good. Go.
What are you gonna do, little man?
And this is for my ankle. All right.
- Yeah? - I can hear.
- Yeah? - I can hear everything.
I can hear you moaning. Oh, my God, you're moaning.
- Oh, sorry. Okay. - Yeah, that's right. My ankle's killing me.
Well, Claudia, you know what'll make you feel really good right now?
Is a clown.
- Who knew a Prius was badass? - Couldn't leave without saying goodbye.
- You'd never let me hear the end of it. - You'll miss getting those scores.
Still expect me to believe this is an incendiary device?
You work for a secret organisation that collects supernatural objects...
- ...locks them away to protect mankind. - Why does everyone wanna talk today?
Come on.
- Is your life always this crazy? - It's about right for a Monday.
Mykes.
Wait. You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?
I never think that far ahead.
Look, don't blame me if you get swallowed up by lava.
Totally blaming you.
Dad!
- Hold my legs. - All right.
Okay.
We have got to stop cutting these things so close.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Oh, honey, you should go talk to him.
What am I supposed to say? Before this, he was just a guy in jail.
He's your dad.
He loves you.
Look, I don't know, Kyle, but he did-- He did take a bullet for you, right?
I mean, I think that rates a goodbye, don't you?
Risking everything to put you on the right path.
I think it's worth getting to know him, even if it's just on visiting days.
Trust me, kid. I know about these things.
Grab the chance while you still got him.
Well, local P.D. is rounding up the Turks...
...marshal got his man, we got our thingy.
I'd say all in all, it was a pretty good day.
I talked to Artie.
The bottle is called an amphora...
...and it belonged to a merchant from Pompeii who survived Vesuvius.
You're not listening to a word that I'm saying, are you?
I really like Liam, Mykes.
You know, I sure hope those two crazy kids can work it out.
What do you think they're talking about, huh? Guns? Manhunts?
Gladiator movies.
So about that ridiculous theory....
Don't worry, I'll keep your secret. Anybody asks, you work for the ATF.
Thanks.
You knew there was no way off that car. You just didn't want me to risk anything.
I'm starting to think sometimes it's a really good thing...
...you can tell when people are lying.
Thank you.
I'd rather not know that you think my favourite tea smells like cat urine.
See? And by the way, nobody looks good in skinny jeans.
- You're lying again. - Okay, fine. Bradley Cooper.
You're relentless.
I'm sorry, Li. I'm really terrible at goodbyes.
Well, Jersey, I'm just glad we had a chance to do it right.
- Come in. I think they're inside. - Yeah.
Much better colour.
- Yeah. - That's right.
- We'll see. - I don't know, man.
Okay, I am willing to admit...
...that one or two of the posters will actually look good in my room.
Okay, all of them.
- Artie kind of nailed it. - Yeah, I think he did.
Happy birthday, Claude.
I heard all about you and your little adventure, sir.
You run into your ex-boyfriend and you don't text me?
Bad, bad gay bestie.
Brought you a present.
Forgiven. I still want the dirt, though.
Do I get to meet him? Are you back together? Details. Repercussions.
There's no dirt. We said goodbye and that's it.
Really? That's it?
It was a really good goodbye.
- Steve. - Oh, my God.
- You slept with him. - Can we please not...?
Oh, yeah, the gay me is as much of a player as the straight me.
Is there a difference?
Miss Donovan, may I ask you to direct your attention to the stage?
- Please, just no clown. - I can't believe I'm saying this out loud...
...but ladies and gents, please welcome The Runaways' Cherie Currie!
Thank you.
Well, I hear there's a birthday girl in the crowd tonight.
You wanna come up and join me up here?
- Come on. - Claudia, come on!
♪ Can't stay at home Can't stay at school ♪
♪ Old folks say, "Ya poor little fool" ♪
♪ Down the street I'm the girl next door ♪
♪ I'm the fox you've been waiting for ♪
♪ Hello, Daddy ♪
♪ Hello, Mom ♪
♪ I'm your cherry bomb ♪
♪ Hello, world, I'm your wild girl ♪
♪ I'm your cherry bomb ♪♪
Artimus, how do you know Cherie Currie?
I saved her life back in '79.
- What? - Yes. You know her song, "Secrets"?
It was a little homage to our adventure.
Whoa. You, sir, are an onion of mystery.
You have no idea.
♪ Hey, street boy You want some style? ♪
♪ Your dead end dreams Don't make you smile ♪
♪ She'll give ya something to live for ♪
♪ Have ya, grab ya, till you're sore ♪
♪ Hello, Daddy Hello, Mom ♪
♪ I'm your cherry bomb ♪
♪ Hello, world, I'm your wild girl ♪
♪ I'm your cherry bomb ♪
♪ Cherry bomb ♪
♪ Cherry bomb ♪♪