YOUNGER MALE VOICE, PRESUMABLY E.L. MOORE: "...won't be out until Monday. So now we can't get into the studio, they've confiscated everything in the offices, there's rumors Josh had an arsenal in there, for God's sake."

FEMALE VOICE, PRESUMABLY CINTHIA MOORE: "Edward. Please. Do not take the Lord's name in vain in my house."

OLDER MALE VOICE, PRESUMABLY ARTHUR MOORE: "All right, settle down now Cinthia. Son, what did the lawyers from Warner say."

E.L. MOORE: "Say? They ain't said nothin'! They said they can't get involved and they can't put up money for Josh's or Tony's or Harold's bail. They've hung the entire label out to dry!"

SECOND OLDER MALE VOICE, PRESUMABLY ZEB: "Dry. Dry."

CINTHIA: "Oh dear, Zeb, I'm sorry, let me get you some more wine." [shuffle of footsteps]

ARTHUR: "The show's still on, though?"

MOORE [silent pause]: "Yeah. Yeah the show's still on. You think I'm gonna disappoint all those kids who've been rehearsing for weeks? Or let down the library and the soup kitchen? But we can't get that special quadraphonic Ikenga LP..."

ZEB [interrupting]: "Ikenga! Ikenga!"

MOORE [audibly thrown off and concerned]: "Zeb... Zeb, are you all right? Momma, don't give him more wine, he's had enough."

CINTHIA: "Nonsense, just a little splash won't hurt, ain't that right?"

ZEB: "Right!"

MOORE: "Anyway, the show ain't gonna be what we promised. But I'm not gonna let that stop us. I think we'll play live longer than we planned..."

ZEB [faintly]: "Quarter."

MOORE: "I dunno, we got that call from LA today at the club, it's real good news and I can't wait to share it with the people tomorrow, but... Pop, what if they call me a sell-out and a Tom?"

ARTHUR: "Son, you worked hard, you played all the dives and dumps for four years, you spent hour upon hour working for this. You can't get down on yourself..."

ZEB [very faintly]: "Again."

CINTHIA: "Oh, Zeb, are you gettin' sleepy? You ready to bed down for the night?"

ZEB: "Bed.... down for the night."

CINTHIA: "I'll get the guest room ready." [sound of a kiss] "Be back in a minute, sugar."

MOORE: "No, you're right, Pop, the band deserves it, I just wish... I wish Josh didn't act a fool, is all."

ARTHUR [sound of glass being placed on a table]: "Well, Josh always was a fool of one fashion or another. Been that way since we were in school. Money, haven't I always said it's the root of all evil?"

MOORE: "Yes sir." ARTHUR: "But it's never been about the money for you, son. That's why I'm tellin' you that you ain't no sell-out and you ain't no Tom. People got to hear your music, outside of Oakland. You got a chance to be bigger than your mother and I ever were and you'd be a fool to miss out on that."

MOORE: "You ever think about what my life would be like if Zeb hadn't taught me chords and... [chuckles] "...hadn't told me stories about, hah, New Ponguay?"

ARTHUR: "I mean, you would've learned the trumpet, of course, but yeah, you probably would've blown straight jazz and not messed around with this rock and roll business." [avuncular chuckle] "Would've been more a chip off the old block, probably."

MOORE [laughter, clink of glasses]: "Well hey, that wouldn't be too bad."