Everyone ready to go further into this mystery?

Mike: Could I have some lines?

Peter: Could I be involved at all?

Micky: Ready!

Davy: Let’s go!

(Cut back to the Rainbow Room. Mike shakes his head.)

Mike: Wait a minute here. Val, this is gettin' borin', and why can't the musicians do somethin'?

Valerie: I wanted to further the plot!

Mike: You can do that and not make people fall asleep at the same time.

Valerie: And I suppose you know how to do that, especially given how drunk you are at the moment.

Mike: I ain't drunk. (Leans forward to shake a finger and almost knocks himself off the bandstand; Emma rights him) Thanks, darlin'. Now, where were we? Oh, yeah. They were gonna question the musicians...

(Fade back in on the black-and-white ballroom as Micky's narration kicks in. It's much later. The ballroom has almost cleared out, except for Valerie, Alex, Micky, Davy, Emma, a couple here or there, a group of seemingly drunk men, and the orchestra.)

Micky: *narration* We hung around to listen to the rest of the set. The show’s ended, and most of the people have since cleared out. Now, it's just a matter of waiting a few more moments to be able to question the musicians in the orchestra.

Micky: *drums his fingers on the table* I hope it doesn't take much longer for the musicians to come back out.

Davy: You need some patience, Micky. They'll be out when they're ready.

Mike: (Comes up to the microphone as an instrumental "Don't Call On Me" ends) Ok, folks. That was the last song of the night. Hope all five of you left in the audience has a great one.

(Valerie goes up to Peter first. He puts aside his French horn and embraces her. Micky and Davy go up to them next as Babbitt emerges with a few waiters and starts removing drinks and food from tables. Emma follows, still scribbling.)

Mike: (Not looking up from the microphone) Yeah, what do you want?

Micky: Just a few moments of your time is all we ask.

Mike: Sure. What about?

Emma: (Pushes past Micky and Davy) I wanted to talk to you, Mr...

Davy: 'Ey, we were 'ere first.

Mike: Michael Nesmith, of Michael Nesmith and his Orchestra. And he's right, darlin', they were first.

Emma: But I have to get my story!

Micky: We just be a few minutes at the most, then you can have all the time you want. *to Mike; quietly* What do you know about Babbitt?

Mike: (To the fuming Emma) Don't matter, girl. Wait your turn. (To the guys) Babbitt? The jerk matre' d?

Micky: It's part of our investigation. We just need some information, whatever you know about him.

Mike: He don't like us musicians. Acts like he's better than us, just 'cause he has a steady job in one place and we've crossed the country playin' these gigs.

Davy: 'Ow about Lucian Zero and Sheila Saunders?

Mike: Sheila Saunders is one of our singers. She and I used to have (frowns) an understandin', but that's all over. She's leavin' the band as soon as this gig's done. Don't know why she wanted to keep it after her uncle died anyway. She's loaded, she's got property and fancy clothes and jewelry goin' out the wazoo, and she's singin' with some band.

Emma: (Thoughtful) Hmm...

Micky: Are you aware of any connections between Babbitt, Zero, and Miss Saunders?

Davy: Like any business connections?

Mike: I think they were doin' somethin' with houses a while back, somethin' about usin' them for storage. Sheila didn't talk business with me. We talked (slight smirk) other things. (Emma makes a face.)

Micky: Ehh, we don't need any of that information.

John: (Joins them) Hey Mike, what's goin' on? We gotta get back to the boardin' house 'fore Miss Millie shuts down for the night.

Mike: I'll be there in a minute, John.

Emma: Do you know anything about these counterfeit bills that have been popping up through the LA region lately?

Mike: Darlin', I barely know what the real ones look like. It's been so long since I've seen one, much less the fake ones.

Micky: Have you heard anything about counterfeit bills?

John: (Shakes his head) This is the best gig we've had in months. It's a shot at the big time. We ain't exactly been flush.

Emma: What about Miss Cartwright and that young man? (Valerie and Peter are walking off, arm and arm)

Mike: That's Peter Tork, a member of our band. He ain't got no more cash than the rest of us.

John: I don't know, Mike. He HAS been doin' a lot of stuff on his own lately.

Mike: That's his problem. As long as he shows up for rehearsals, his time is his time.

Emma: I really need to talk to Miss Saunders...

Mike: She's already gone for the night. She'll be back here tomorrow.

(The group of men join Alex at the bar. Though they laugh and make lewd jokes, Alex points in the direction of Emma and the two detectives.)

Mike: (Looks at his watch) Hey, how'd you guys like me to buy you some drinks?

Micky: If you're willing, sure.

Davy: 'Ow could we pass up free drinks?

Emma: I REALLY need to ask you some questions...

Mike: You can have a drink too, hon.

Emma: (Makes a face) I don't drink.

Mike: Well, lahh de dahh!

Micky: *shrugs* Have a soda, then.

(Mike, Emma, Micky, and Davy join Alex and the men at the bar.)

Mike: Hey bartender, I'll have a double scotch (indicates Emma) and the Princess of England will have a Pepsi.

Emma: Please.

Micky: Scotch and soda. Again.

Davy: Another martini for me.

(The men all look at Micky, Davy, and Emma with interest.)

Man 1: Are your names Micky Dolenz and David Jones?

Micky: Depends. Who's asking?

Man 1: Our boss wanted to have a little word with you.

Micky: How little?

Man 2: (Turns to the others) Hey boys, we've got a smart guy here!

Man 1: Our boss wants us to give you a message.

Davy: Wot's the message?

Man 1: We've gotta deliver it outside.

Micky: Then we'll just have to step outside.

Man 2: The lady, too. She's been askin' questions the boss don't like.

Emma: So what if I have? I need to get to the bottom of this and get my story!

Micky: We can take the message for her. She's not going anywhere.

Man 1: No, it's for ALL of you.

Emma: Why don't we all go in the alley and see what's going on.

Davy: Wot part of she stays 'ere don't you undahstand?

Man 1: Our boss wants ALL of you to stop askin' questions 'bout counterfeit money and Henry Babbitt.

Man 2: Yeah, it ain't nice to snoop.

Mike: I think it's these people's jobs.

Emma: I'm not snooping! I'm a reporter!

Man 1: You stay outta this, musician.

Mike: (Narrows his eyes) Look, pal, I don't take it kindly when someone talks to me like that.

Micky: Why don't you just give us this message now if it's so important? *folds his arms*

Man 1: I just gave it to you. (Grabs Micky by his collar) Our boss don't like snoops. He don't want you askin' too many questions. The dame, either. It might be ugly to your health.

Man 2: (Picks up Davy) You too, runt.

Man 3: (Grabs Emma's arm) What are we gonna do with the dame?

Emma: Hey, let me go, you big ape!

Davy: I think we're being threatened, Mick!

Micky: I think you're right, Dave.

Mike: You know, I don't like it when people threaten my friends.

Man 2: So what'cha gonna do 'bout it, skinny?

Mike: (Narrows his eyes) Oh, that does it. How about (he elbows the man in the gut) THIS! (The man drops Micky as "The Kind Of Girl I Could Love" begins)

*Micky hops over the bar as Alex tries to slip out. Dust rises from the brawl behind the bar.*(Emma kicks the man in the shins. He squawks and lets her go.)

(The other musicians all exchange grins and join the brawl. Most of the remaining couples clear the room.)

*Davy crashes a beer bottle over the head of one goon.*

(Chris grabs one guy and dances a tango with him, then tangos him into a door.)

(Danny sends another guy spinning. He's so dizzy, we see him leaning over the bar and making noises to the point he's losing whatever he consumed that night.)

*Micky is flipped over the bar and lands hard, knocking the wind out of him. Alex takes the opportunity to head out the nearest door.*

(Something is thrown against Micky. It's Mike, who immediately jumps back behind the bar and returns to fisticuffs with one of the men.)

(Emma takes a pin out of her hat and pokes one man in the rear with it. He jumps away, screaming. Emma grins and pokes another man in the rear. He jumps around, revealing himself to be Mike. Emma giggles; Mike growls.)

(John and Marcus engage two men in a drinking match. Danny pours them shot after shot.)

*Micky picks up a chair and swings it at one man. The man moves. Micky spins himself around, drops the chair, and goes sprawling.*

(Briefly return to John, Marcus, and the two men. There's a couple of drinks in front of them. John and Marcus seem fine, but the men are swaying. Danny lines up more drinks, ignoring Mike throwing another guy over him and the bar.)

(Emma crashes a pair of cymbals over a guys' head. He falls down, unconscious.)

(Mike throws another guy into the piano, then knocks him out with the top.)

(Once again return to Marcus, John, and the two guys. There's a whole line of drinks in front of them now. The two guys try to stand, but they're swaying this way and that. They finally collapse, Marcus "blowing" on them as they fall as John yells "Timberrrrr!")

(Valerie runs back in the room as the music ends. Emma dusts off her hands. Mike helps Micky to his feet.)

Mike: You ok, man?

Micky: *winces* Yeah, just a little banged up. The ego hurts worse.

Chris: (Joins them; he has a black eye that comes across even in black and white) That was fun! We haven't had a good bar brawl since that honky-tonk in Kenosha.

John: (He and Marcus go to Emma unsteadily) You ok, miss?

Emma: Yeah, I'm fine. There'll be a bruise where that guy grabbed me, but nothing's broken.

Davy: As long as everyone's okay, that's what mattahs.

Valerie: What's going on here? I hired you to play music, not wreck the nightclub!

Mike: Just taking out the trash, Miss Cartwright.

Emma: Miss Cartwright, these men assaulted me, Mr. Dolenz, and Mr. Jones.

Valerie: They did? (Frowns)

Micky: Yes, they did.

Valerie: (Sighs) In that case, I'll have the cops come here and haul them out. (Looks around) Where's Mr. London?

Mike: I dunno.

Emma: I haven't seen him since the brawl began.

Davy: 'E slipped out the back door aftah 'e tossed Micky ovah the bar.

Micky: Figures.

Valerie: In a way, I can't blame him. Not everyone wants to have black eyes. (Makes a face) But he WAS supposed to finish cleaning up the bar for the night!

Mike: Miss Cartwright, have you seen Peter?

Valerie: He said he'd meet me at my penthouse apartment in LA. He had something to do.

Mike: At 3 in the morning?

Valerie: I'm not his keeper.

Emma: Look, I really need some answers here.

Mike: Don't we all, darlin'?

Micky: No kidding.

John: (Swaying) Why don't we go back to our boardin' house? We snuck some liquor past old lady McNulty.

Emma: (Yawns) I really need to finish this story.

Mike: No one's gonna finish anythin' at this hour.

Davy: Except maybe icing any possible injuries.

Mike: (Looks at Emma) Hey, Miss...

Emma: Emma Redmer, of the Malibu Beach Daily Register.

Mike: Yeah, well, wanna ride home?

Emma: I don't think that's a good idea.

Mike: I'll make these baboons (indicates the rest of the orchestra) swear not to lay a hand on you.

Chris: Aww Mike, don't spoil ALL our fun! (Danny elbows him)

Mike: You'll ride up front with me.

Emma: That's hardly reassuring.

Mike: I won't let nothin' happen to you, darlin'. Bandleader's honor.

Emma: (Sighs) I don't have any other way of getting home besides walking.

Valerie: (Nods) I'm going back to my apartment to wait for Peter.

Micky: We need to put our notes together.

Davy: Before we forget wot we've found out.

Emma: By the way, what happened to Babbitt?

Valerie: (Shrugs) I don't know. He went home, as far as I know.

John: Hey, that's great! (He finally passes out; Marcus laughs)

Marcus: Poor guy can't hold his liquor like I can! I'm the greatest! I... (But his eyes roll, and he finally passes out, too)

Mike: (Groans) I hate it when this shit happens. Danny, you get this side this time.

Danny: But John's feet smell!

*Micky and Davy laugh heartily.*

(We fade out as Mike and Danny gingerly take hold of John, Emma watches them in amusement, and Micky and Davy continue laughing. Fade in on the Rainbow Room in color again.)