Happy Days (1974–1984): Season 3, Episode 7 - Jailhouse Rock - full transcript
A recent act of vandalism at the high school prompts local officials to impose a 9pm curfew for Milwaukee teens. Richie, Potsie & Ralph (and others) decide to protest by getting purposely arrested. While discussing this in the restroom of Arnold's drive in, Arnold locks up without checking. Officer Kirk sometime later enters and thinking they broke in,promptly arrests them. Richie's dad Howard is called but after being unable to reason with Kirk,Howard is jailed along with the boys. Worst of all,they have to put up with Potsie's depressing singing and a drunken man.
♪ Sunday, Monday, happy days ♪
♪ Tuesday, Wednesday,
happy days ♪
♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪
♪ The weekend
comes, my cycle hums ♪
♪ Ready to race to you ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
♪ Happy and free ♪
♪ Oh, happy days ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
♪ Share them with me ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ Good-bye, gray
sky, hello, blue ♪
♪ There's nothing can
hold me when I hold you ♪
♪ It feels so right,
it can't be wrong ♪
♪ Rocking and
rolling all week long ♪
(saxophone solo plays
over rhythmic handclaps)
♪ Sunday, Monday, happy days ♪
♪ Tuesday, Wednesday,
happy days ♪
♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪
♪ Saturday, what a day ♪
♪ Groovin' all week with you ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
♪ Share them with me ♪
♪ Oh, happy days ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
♪ Happy and free ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ These happy days ♪
♪ Are yours and mine ♪
♪ These happy days are yours ♪
♪ And mine, Happy Days! ♪
♪ ...Hound dog
cryin' all the time ♪
♪ Well, you ain't
never caught a rabbit ♪
♪ You ain't no friend of mine. ♪
Happy Days is filmed
before a live audience.
Hey, guys!
Richard. Hey, Rich!
What's that?
Dad asked me to do him a favor
and get his lodge
hat blocked for him
while he's out of
town. Where'd he go?
He's in Cleveland
at the Greater Midwest
Putty and Plaster Symposium.
Sorry I asked.
Well, he's running
for Grand Poohbah
of the Leopard
Lodge Saturday night
so he wants to make sure that,
that he looks his best.
Then why doesn't he
throw away the hat?
(laughs)
Hey, cool it...
It's hardnose Kirk!
Oh, look at him, he still
thinks he's in the Marines.
He's here to make a pinch.
It's me, I know it's me.
Somebody ratted about me
making a U-turn on Abbott Street.
So? That's legal.
Yeah, but when I did it, it
was closed for construction.
ARNOLD: Hello, Captain.
What I do for you?
You want a table?
You want to steal a apple?
No, Arnold, I'm here
on official business.
Ten-hup!
(slurping)
(gasps)
I said ten-hup!
That's better.
Now hear this!
Some windows were broken
at the high school,
late last night.
That's the second time
that's happened this past month.
The police department is
hereby instituting a curfew.
Starting tonight,
nobody under 18 is allowed
on the streets after 2200 hours.
That's 10:00 p.m.
for you civilians.
That means you've
got exactly 15 minutes.
As you were.
ARNOLD: Officer, Officer.
You can't do this to me.
You... putting me
out of business!
I've eaten your food, Arnold.
You ought to be out of business.
Oh, that not nice.
Confucius say...
(speaking Chinese)
What does that mean?
Sit on it, Kirk.
A curfew at 10:00.
That's the end of necking.
Girls don't even get
in the mood until 11:00.
Yeah.
How would you know?
I know plenty!
You don't know
nothing, Potsie. Oh, yeah,
I know stuff you never heard
of... I know what we can do.
We break the curfew,
we take it to court,
show how unfair it
is, and they change it.
It's called civil disobedience.
It's also called
six months in jail.
Forget it... Kirk's an animal.
And you're chickens!
Chicken?
Who's chicken?
Be realistic, Richie.
10:00 is a reasonable bedtime.
(yawning): Uh-huh. Yeah,
I'm getting sleepy already.
I mean it's not good
to be out too late.
I could get bags under my eyes.
And freckled bags look funny.
Hey, fancy seeing you guys here.
Hey, huh!
You want to watch the Fonz
while I check my hair, huh?
Yeah, we'd like to, Fonz,
but we got to get home.
Oh, yeah,
Kirk's curfew... I heard
about that kid stuff.
Well, too bad you won't
be around to see Elvis' train.
RALPH: What Elvis train?
Don't you watch John
Cameron Swayze, huh?
Elvis was drafted
and the tra... Yeah.
And the train...
the train that is taking him
to the Army passes right
through our town tomorrow night.
Why would we go?
Elvis is strictly a chick scene.
Yeah, I don't think
we'd look too cool
standing on the tracks,
yelling "I love Elvis!"
That's why I'm going.
You love Elvis?
Hey, I'm going
because it is a
chick scene, huh?
It's been in all
the papers, right?
The train's route
is lined with chicks.
Ripping off their clothes,
throwing at the train.
No kidding.
Yeah, and there's
another reason to go, too.
Throwing clothes is
a pretty good reason,
Fonz.
But there'll be
broken-hearted chicks there
who need comforting.
And when you're close
enough for comforting,
you're just one
step away from, uh...
(laughing)
Why didn't I think of that?
'Cause you're a nerd.
This is great!
We'll meet the
train tomorrow night
and make out
like little bandits.
RICHIE: Yeah? What
about the curfew?
What about it?
Well, I'm really sorry
that you tots can't be there.
It's no sweat, though.
There'll be more chicks for
the King and me, you know?
I'll tell you something:
you go home
and you get your
beauty sleep, all right?
Hey, Malph, you
really need sleep.
Your freckles are getting bags.
Bad, Malph.
Very, very bad.
He must have been
joking, I'm still cute.
You know, Rich, you're right.
We've got to break
the curfew now.
Yeah, if we get
arrested at the Elvis train,
our curfew fight would
get national publicity.
Hey, yeah, then it's settled.
We don't break
the curfew tonight,
we break it tomorrow night.
Yeah, maybe my
dad will even help us.
He believes in standing
up for your rights.
Who's gonna listen to
a man in a poobah hat?
(laughs)
We're home! Hi there!
Hi Richie, hi
Joanie, sweetheart.
Hey, Richard, did
you get my hat?
Yeah. Ah, right here!
Now, let's see.
My fellow Leopards,
if I am elected Grand Poobah...
Dad, I need to talk to
you about something.
Listen, Richard, I want you
to hear my campaign speech.
I wrote it on the plane.
While you were away, some
kids broke some windows
over at the high school.
That's terrific, Richard.
Ah, here we are.
I think I can take
you far... Dad...
Howard, I think
your son is trying
to tell you something, if
you will stop poohbahing.
All right.
All right, Marion,
I guess I can
spare a few minutes
to talk to the...
Junior Poohbah of the family.
Well...
uh, just because of
those broken windows,
they've instituted
a 10:00 curfew
on every teenager in town.
Really?
Oh, now that hardly seems fair.
Well that's the
way we feel about it.
Now we were thinking about
demonstrating against the curfew...
Yeah.
Maybe getting arrested,
and then fighting
it in the courts.
Arrested? Arrested?!
Isn't that a little drastic?
I think he's crazy,
but... he's your son.
No, he's not crazy.
I guess sometimes
that's the only way
you can get an
unfair law changed.
Yeah, you see, Joanie?
Dad knows all about justice.
Mmm.
Hey, maybe you'd like
to demonstrate with us.
It'd be much more impressive
with an adult on our side, Dad.
Maybe. When is it?
Tonight. Are you crazy?!
I can't demonstrate tonight.
Are you, are you too
tired from the trip, Dad?
Richard, in just two nights
they are holding the
grand poohbah elections.
Now the Leopards
like to elect regular
people, you see,
and regular people,
they don't go to jail.
And neither do their children.
Now, look, I have been
waiting for three years
at a chance at grand poohbah,
certainly you can
wait three days.
I mean, the jail is
still going to be there.
Yeah, but the
Elvis train is tonight.
And this could mean national
publicity, if we get arrested.
I don't care; I'm not
going and neither are you.
Waving at Elvis
is not important.
But standing up for
what you believe in is!
I think I should go.
Oh, look at that!
Will you look at that?!
What, dear?
At the ingratitude!
After all I do for my children!
Nice roof over their heads,
nice clothes on their backs...
dressing up...
as Santa Claus all those years,
like a fool.
Why should I expect
a favor in return, huh?
All I ever wanted to
be was grand poohbah.
But what the heck.
You do what you want, Richard.
I don't care.
Walk all over Santa Claus.
He sure gives up easy
for a grand poohbah.
Uh, Joanie, I'd like to speak
to your brother alone, please.
Oh, not again...
Joanie, upstairs.
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna write a book.
I Was Held Prisoner
Upstairs In My Own House.
That's very nice, dear.
Start writing.
Richard...
I guess I'm supposed
to feel guilty now, right?
Richard, he never asks
any of us for a favor.
Oh, Mom... Now wanting
to be grand poohbah
may be a dumb thing,
but it's very important
to your father.
And how many times has
something like this come up?
Richard, please postpone
your demonstration
till after the election,
and then we can
all get arrested.
I mean, Richard, please.
Well, all right.
I better go down to
Arnold's and tell the guys.
They're not gonna be too happy
about having a
quitter for a leader.
You tell them your
mother is very proud of you.
FONZIE: One and
two, and one and two,
and one and two!
Yeah, Malph, it's an
exercise I thought up.
It's called lip-ups.
Hey, one and two,
and one and two, and...
Aw, come on, Fonz,
you got to be kidding.
Hey, that's the one
thing I don't kid about.
Lips. All right, Fonz.
What are you doing?
I'm putting baby oil on
mine, so they'll be extra soft.
Will you give me that.
You need all the
help you can get.
Here we go...
One and two, and kiss and rest,
kiss and rest.
Hey, what is that smell, Malph?
Where have you been walking?
That's my cologne.
It's called "Night Passion."
It smells more like
"Night Pasture."
All right, kiss and rest,
and kiss and rest.
Kiss and rest, kiss and rest.
What are these guys doing, Fonz?
Hey, that's an
exercise I thought up.
It's called lip-ups.
What does it do?
Absolutely nothing.
I gave it to them to
build their confidence.
I mean Malph needs
something, you know?
He smells like
the last round-up.
All right, now, listen, I got
to get down to the train, huh?
I'm gonna give Elvis a present.
Hey, pucker, Malph!
Pucker! One and
two, and one and two...
I'm ready, Fonzie.
Yeah, I'll be with
you in a minute.
You're taking Paula Petralunga
to the Elvis train?
Yeah. That's his gift.
What do you think
he wants, a wallet?
Hey... come here.
Okay, okay, break
up, break up, huh.
Curfew... curfew, five minutes.
Weber!
You kissing my pinball machine?
No, I'm doing lip-ups.
Oh.
I thought you were
doing something weird.
Guys?
I can't go to the
Elvis train tonight.
What do you mean, you can't go?
We're all going to
make out, even Potsie.
RICHIE: I'd love to make out...
but I-I can't go to
the train, that's all.
Let's not talk here.
All the guys are going
to find out about the train.
Let's go inside. Right.
What do you mean, even Potsie?
I made out before.
Dreams don't count.
You fink.
You fink.
You know we were depending
on you and your car. Yeah.
I have no choice.
I tried talking to my father.
Did you ever try and reason
with an enraged Leopard?
We counted on
you to drive us there.
My car is broken.
You guys are really something.
What am I, a
four-wheeled friend?
Without a car,
you're not even that.
Why all the static, huh?
You guys can still go.
Just take a bus.
Hey, good idea.
Wrong, Pots. Bad idea.
Just picture this...
A chick throws all
her clothes at the train.
"Hark" says I.
"Now there's an
interesting little thing.
I think I'll make
a play for her."
Naturally, she can't
resist my charm,
red hair, and freckles, and
I walk her to the bus stop.
How am I going to get
a naked girl on the bus?
Where is she going
to carry her change?
I-I don't know, Ralph.
Hey guys, look.
Arnold put a lock on the door.
Now it's a pay toilet.
He's trying to make up
for some of the money
he's losing because
of Kirk's curfew.
What's happening here?
A minute ago, I was
getting a naked girl
on the bus, and now
we're talking about toilets.
What happened?
Maybe he couldn't afford
to pay his electric bill.
Hey, let's get out of here.
POTSIE: Come on.
Where is everyone?
Oh, man, we're locked in.
Arnold! Arnold?!
Arnold locked us in!
Doesn't he check the bathrooms?
He doesn't clean them.
Why should he check them?
Well, there goes
the Elvis train.
Will you forget
about the Elvis train?
POTSIE: What's with you?
I'm sorry.
Guys, I have a
confession to make.
I get a little paranoid
in locked rooms.
It makes me very nervous.
Once, when I was a kid, I
got locked in the bathroom,
and I flushed a
bottle with a note in it.
Boy, were you a jerk.
Yeah? How do
you think I got out?
I'm telling you, I
get very nervous.
This gets me crazy.
I'm going to go nuts!
Ralph, take it easy. It's cool.
If it's cool, why am I sweating?
Look, we'll just call up Arnold,
and he'll come
down and let us out.
Anybody got any
change? I'm tapped.
I spent my last cent on cologne.
Can you break a five?
I can break your nose.
Ah, there's nothing here.
RALPH: What about the register?
It's padlocked.
Somebody better
do something fast.
I think I'm going to cry.
We'll break into the jukebox.
It's always filled with change.
Wait a minute. Break in?
I don't think
that's right, Rich.
That's right, that's right.
Break in, break in. Right.
Oh, man.
It's tougher than I thought.
The toilet lock looked easy.
Come on, Ralph,
let's give it a try.
Just don't lock the door.
Please don't lock the door.
♪ Well, how was I to know
there was a party going on? ♪
♪ They was a splishing
and a splashing... ♪
(songs slows to a stop)
(whirring)
(coins clinking)
Hey, guys, I got the loot!
Police! Don't move!
(coins clattering)
Hi.
Uh, what you see happening here
is not really what's
happening here. Uh...
Hey, Rich, sprung the
lock like it was nothing.
Cheese it! The bulls!
I give up, I give up!
Malph!
Do you think we'll go to jail?
If you stick to that story
about getting locked
in, I guarantee it.
No, please, no, not jail.
Anything but jail.
How about a good beating?
Ralph... Richard? Dad!
Richard, I was on my way
down to the lodge meeting.
What happened here?
No talking to the prisoners.
The charges are
breaking and entering,
violating the curfew
and armed robbery.
Armed?!
You were holding a knife.
A butter knife.
We told you, we got
locked in the bathroom.
So that's why you broke
the lock on the john, huh?
Broke my lock?
Why you not crawl under?
Well, how about it, Arnold?
Could you have locked them in?
Yeah, I guess so.
I not check the bathroom.
I don't clean it.
Why should I check it?
All right, Arnold.
Will you vouch for these kids?
Oh, sure.
These guys not rob me.
They good boys.
They a little crazy.
Worse thing they do is...
kiss my pinball machine.
Sick kids.
I got to go fix my lock.
Look at all this money!
I must be only one
that crawl under.
Well, you heard them, Officer.
It was all innocent.
They were just locked in.
It's okay, Ralph. Get a grip.
Yeah, I guess everything's
cleared up, fellas.
You think you can get
home by yourselves?
They ain't going anywhere.
Yeah, but you
heard what Arnold...
That was for burglary.
I'm holding them for
violating the curfew.
Oh, come on.
You're not going to hold
them for a little thing like that.
No such thing as a little law.
Look, Officer, maybe we can
save some time here, huh?
Listen, all that's going
to happen to them
is they're going to be fined,
so why don't I pay
the fine now, huh?
Oh, isn't that just great?
You come in here
with your funny little hat
and tell me how
to run my precinct.
This isn't a funny little hat.
This is my lodge hat.
You say lodge
hat, I say funny hat.
Those funny hats are
a disgrace to America.
You'd never see Ike
wearing a hat like that.
Well, if you don't like
us, why don't you pass
one of your silly curfews
against people who
wear funny hats?
Okay, I will...
Starting right now.
All guys with funny little hats
are not allowed out after 10:00.
I should have done this sooner,
to keep you
clowns off the street.
Oh, this is the
most ridiculous thing
I've ever heard
in my whole life!
Next thing you're going to
tell me is that I'm under arrest!
♪ Nobody knows
the trouble I've seen ♪
♪ Nobody knows ♪
♪ My sor... row... ♪
HOWARD: What
you writing, Richard?
I'm writing a letter to the
editor of the Milwaukee Journal,
and I'm telling him
about this curfew thing.
Good idea. We could put
it in a bottle and flush it.
Did-Did... Did
somebody say a bottle?
Look, let's all
settle down, huh?
I can't settle down.
I got to get out!
I want to get out! Anybody!
I'm innocent, I tell you!
I want a lawyer, I
want the warden.
I want my mommy.
(grunts)
It felt good out there.
Cunningham, you have a visitor.
Hey, maybe it's your
mother with the bail money.
Yeah.
It is very dank in here.
Hey, how are you, gentlemen?
Hi, Fonz.
Hey, Mr. C., you
old desperado, you.
Hello, Fonzie.
What brings you here?
Well, Mrs. C. had
trouble raising the bail.
She didn't quite know how to
go about it, if you get my drift.
Yeah, but I hope you
put her on the right track.
Oh, yeah, yeah, she's,
uh, she's a little shook up.
You know, it's tough
to see your loved ones
being sent up the river.
Where is Marion?
Well, she's out there getting
herself together, you know.
I knew she was upset by the
way the back of my bike shook.
She rode down here
on the back of your motorcycle?
Oh, yeah, she's cool... yeah.
She's got to learn
to lift her feet.
That slows me down.
Hey, Mr. C., huh?
I bet you never thought
you'd see me in here
as your visitor, did you?
I bet you're right.
So, come on, big H.
What'd you do?
Nothing.
Come on, all you guys
say that. What did you do?
Well, they're in here
for breaking the curfew,
and I'm in here for
wearing this funny little hat.
You can get life for that.
Look, Fonzie, can we
cut out the chit-chat?
Would you please go see
what Mrs. Cunningham is doing
to get us out of here?
Sure.
Take it easy, Mr. C.,
Rich, Nerd. Hey, uh...
Where do you keep the
ladies of the evening?
Never mind. I'll
find them myself.
Okay, Cunningham.
I think you and the boys
have learned a lesson.
I'm letting you go,
but watch your step.
Next time, I won't
be such a softie.
Hey, Ralph, we're
sprung, we're sprung!
I'm free! I'm out of jail!
Don't they give me a new suit?
Get out of there, Malph!
Well, come on, Richie.
I want to catch up
with the Leopards.
I got a lot of explaining to do.
I'm staying.
Yeah, but you heard what
he said... you can leave.
Being let out doesn't
change the law.
I'm going to stay here
and fight for what's right.
Attaboy, Richie!
That's a wacky
kid you've got there.
He's not wacky.
He's fighting for
what he believes in.
What are you doing?
I'm staying, too.
We're going to fight
that silly curfew of yours
if we have to take it all the
way to the Supreme Court.
Now I see where
the kid gets it from.
Suit yourselves, pinkos.
Rich, I'm sorry.
I should have been
with you on this thing
right from the beginning.
I guess I was just
thinking about myself.
Shame on you.
Thank you, Officer.
Howard! Marion,
are you all right?
Howard! Richard!
Are you all right?
Did they hurt you?
No. I'm all right.
Oh, and what did
they do to Ralph?
He smells awful!
We're all fine, Mom.
How did you like
riding Fonzie's bike?
It was a little
chillier than the bus.
Marion, where are your shoes?
Well, one of them's on Maple
near Third, and the other...
I have got to learn
to pick up my feet.
Sweetheart, you
could have been killed.
Now I want you to
go home in a cab.
Well, I was planning to go
home with you and Richard,
but they say that you
don't want to leave.
That's right.
We're going to stay right here
and fight for what
we believe in.
Well, Joanie and I
are home all alone.
Well, look... Fonzie's
over the garage.
He'll take care of you.
Oh, Howard... staying in jail.
Marion, we have made
our decision together.
Now you go on home.
Will they at least feed you?
Well, I suppose they'll give
us some bread and water.
Do yourself a favor, dear.
Take it easy on the bread.
(sighs)
Well, Dad, here we are.
Yeah, here we are.
But you know something, Rich?
It's all right.
Because just the other
night, I was saying to myself,
you and I don't do any
father and son things anymore.
Right, Dad!
So I didn't miss anything, huh?
Aaayyh, nothing, man.
Elvis wasn't even on the train.
The girls ripped off
their clothes for nothing?
It wasn't for nothing.
I was there!
And believe me,
nobody left unhappy,
if you get my drift.
Oh, hi, Dad.
Hey, Mr. C.
How did you do in
the election, dear?
HOWARD: I'd
rather not discuss it.
♪ ...Monday, happy days ♪
♪ Tuesday, Wednesday,
happy days ♪
♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪
♪ Groovin' all week with you ♪
♪ These happy days are
yours and mine, Happy Days! ♪
♪ Good-bye gray
sky, hello, blue ♪
♪ There's nothing can
hold me when I hold you ♪
♪ It feels so right,
it can't be wrong ♪
♪ Rockin' and
rollin' all week long ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
♪ Happy and free ♪
♪ Oh, happy days ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
♪ Share them with me ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ These happy days
are yours and mine ♪
♪ These happy days are
yours and mine, Happy Days! ♪
♪ Tuesday, Wednesday,
happy days ♪
♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪
♪ The weekend
comes, my cycle hums ♪
♪ Ready to race to you ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
♪ Happy and free ♪
♪ Oh, happy days ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
♪ Share them with me ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ Good-bye, gray
sky, hello, blue ♪
♪ There's nothing can
hold me when I hold you ♪
♪ It feels so right,
it can't be wrong ♪
♪ Rocking and
rolling all week long ♪
(saxophone solo plays
over rhythmic handclaps)
♪ Sunday, Monday, happy days ♪
♪ Tuesday, Wednesday,
happy days ♪
♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪
♪ Saturday, what a day ♪
♪ Groovin' all week with you ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
♪ Share them with me ♪
♪ Oh, happy days ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
♪ Happy and free ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ These happy days ♪
♪ Are yours and mine ♪
♪ These happy days are yours ♪
♪ And mine, Happy Days! ♪
♪ ...Hound dog
cryin' all the time ♪
♪ Well, you ain't
never caught a rabbit ♪
♪ You ain't no friend of mine. ♪
Happy Days is filmed
before a live audience.
Hey, guys!
Richard. Hey, Rich!
What's that?
Dad asked me to do him a favor
and get his lodge
hat blocked for him
while he's out of
town. Where'd he go?
He's in Cleveland
at the Greater Midwest
Putty and Plaster Symposium.
Sorry I asked.
Well, he's running
for Grand Poohbah
of the Leopard
Lodge Saturday night
so he wants to make sure that,
that he looks his best.
Then why doesn't he
throw away the hat?
(laughs)
Hey, cool it...
It's hardnose Kirk!
Oh, look at him, he still
thinks he's in the Marines.
He's here to make a pinch.
It's me, I know it's me.
Somebody ratted about me
making a U-turn on Abbott Street.
So? That's legal.
Yeah, but when I did it, it
was closed for construction.
ARNOLD: Hello, Captain.
What I do for you?
You want a table?
You want to steal a apple?
No, Arnold, I'm here
on official business.
Ten-hup!
(slurping)
(gasps)
I said ten-hup!
That's better.
Now hear this!
Some windows were broken
at the high school,
late last night.
That's the second time
that's happened this past month.
The police department is
hereby instituting a curfew.
Starting tonight,
nobody under 18 is allowed
on the streets after 2200 hours.
That's 10:00 p.m.
for you civilians.
That means you've
got exactly 15 minutes.
As you were.
ARNOLD: Officer, Officer.
You can't do this to me.
You... putting me
out of business!
I've eaten your food, Arnold.
You ought to be out of business.
Oh, that not nice.
Confucius say...
(speaking Chinese)
What does that mean?
Sit on it, Kirk.
A curfew at 10:00.
That's the end of necking.
Girls don't even get
in the mood until 11:00.
Yeah.
How would you know?
I know plenty!
You don't know
nothing, Potsie. Oh, yeah,
I know stuff you never heard
of... I know what we can do.
We break the curfew,
we take it to court,
show how unfair it
is, and they change it.
It's called civil disobedience.
It's also called
six months in jail.
Forget it... Kirk's an animal.
And you're chickens!
Chicken?
Who's chicken?
Be realistic, Richie.
10:00 is a reasonable bedtime.
(yawning): Uh-huh. Yeah,
I'm getting sleepy already.
I mean it's not good
to be out too late.
I could get bags under my eyes.
And freckled bags look funny.
Hey, fancy seeing you guys here.
Hey, huh!
You want to watch the Fonz
while I check my hair, huh?
Yeah, we'd like to, Fonz,
but we got to get home.
Oh, yeah,
Kirk's curfew... I heard
about that kid stuff.
Well, too bad you won't
be around to see Elvis' train.
RALPH: What Elvis train?
Don't you watch John
Cameron Swayze, huh?
Elvis was drafted
and the tra... Yeah.
And the train...
the train that is taking him
to the Army passes right
through our town tomorrow night.
Why would we go?
Elvis is strictly a chick scene.
Yeah, I don't think
we'd look too cool
standing on the tracks,
yelling "I love Elvis!"
That's why I'm going.
You love Elvis?
Hey, I'm going
because it is a
chick scene, huh?
It's been in all
the papers, right?
The train's route
is lined with chicks.
Ripping off their clothes,
throwing at the train.
No kidding.
Yeah, and there's
another reason to go, too.
Throwing clothes is
a pretty good reason,
Fonz.
But there'll be
broken-hearted chicks there
who need comforting.
And when you're close
enough for comforting,
you're just one
step away from, uh...
(laughing)
Why didn't I think of that?
'Cause you're a nerd.
This is great!
We'll meet the
train tomorrow night
and make out
like little bandits.
RICHIE: Yeah? What
about the curfew?
What about it?
Well, I'm really sorry
that you tots can't be there.
It's no sweat, though.
There'll be more chicks for
the King and me, you know?
I'll tell you something:
you go home
and you get your
beauty sleep, all right?
Hey, Malph, you
really need sleep.
Your freckles are getting bags.
Bad, Malph.
Very, very bad.
He must have been
joking, I'm still cute.
You know, Rich, you're right.
We've got to break
the curfew now.
Yeah, if we get
arrested at the Elvis train,
our curfew fight would
get national publicity.
Hey, yeah, then it's settled.
We don't break
the curfew tonight,
we break it tomorrow night.
Yeah, maybe my
dad will even help us.
He believes in standing
up for your rights.
Who's gonna listen to
a man in a poobah hat?
(laughs)
We're home! Hi there!
Hi Richie, hi
Joanie, sweetheart.
Hey, Richard, did
you get my hat?
Yeah. Ah, right here!
Now, let's see.
My fellow Leopards,
if I am elected Grand Poobah...
Dad, I need to talk to
you about something.
Listen, Richard, I want you
to hear my campaign speech.
I wrote it on the plane.
While you were away, some
kids broke some windows
over at the high school.
That's terrific, Richard.
Ah, here we are.
I think I can take
you far... Dad...
Howard, I think
your son is trying
to tell you something, if
you will stop poohbahing.
All right.
All right, Marion,
I guess I can
spare a few minutes
to talk to the...
Junior Poohbah of the family.
Well...
uh, just because of
those broken windows,
they've instituted
a 10:00 curfew
on every teenager in town.
Really?
Oh, now that hardly seems fair.
Well that's the
way we feel about it.
Now we were thinking about
demonstrating against the curfew...
Yeah.
Maybe getting arrested,
and then fighting
it in the courts.
Arrested? Arrested?!
Isn't that a little drastic?
I think he's crazy,
but... he's your son.
No, he's not crazy.
I guess sometimes
that's the only way
you can get an
unfair law changed.
Yeah, you see, Joanie?
Dad knows all about justice.
Mmm.
Hey, maybe you'd like
to demonstrate with us.
It'd be much more impressive
with an adult on our side, Dad.
Maybe. When is it?
Tonight. Are you crazy?!
I can't demonstrate tonight.
Are you, are you too
tired from the trip, Dad?
Richard, in just two nights
they are holding the
grand poohbah elections.
Now the Leopards
like to elect regular
people, you see,
and regular people,
they don't go to jail.
And neither do their children.
Now, look, I have been
waiting for three years
at a chance at grand poohbah,
certainly you can
wait three days.
I mean, the jail is
still going to be there.
Yeah, but the
Elvis train is tonight.
And this could mean national
publicity, if we get arrested.
I don't care; I'm not
going and neither are you.
Waving at Elvis
is not important.
But standing up for
what you believe in is!
I think I should go.
Oh, look at that!
Will you look at that?!
What, dear?
At the ingratitude!
After all I do for my children!
Nice roof over their heads,
nice clothes on their backs...
dressing up...
as Santa Claus all those years,
like a fool.
Why should I expect
a favor in return, huh?
All I ever wanted to
be was grand poohbah.
But what the heck.
You do what you want, Richard.
I don't care.
Walk all over Santa Claus.
He sure gives up easy
for a grand poohbah.
Uh, Joanie, I'd like to speak
to your brother alone, please.
Oh, not again...
Joanie, upstairs.
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna write a book.
I Was Held Prisoner
Upstairs In My Own House.
That's very nice, dear.
Start writing.
Richard...
I guess I'm supposed
to feel guilty now, right?
Richard, he never asks
any of us for a favor.
Oh, Mom... Now wanting
to be grand poohbah
may be a dumb thing,
but it's very important
to your father.
And how many times has
something like this come up?
Richard, please postpone
your demonstration
till after the election,
and then we can
all get arrested.
I mean, Richard, please.
Well, all right.
I better go down to
Arnold's and tell the guys.
They're not gonna be too happy
about having a
quitter for a leader.
You tell them your
mother is very proud of you.
FONZIE: One and
two, and one and two,
and one and two!
Yeah, Malph, it's an
exercise I thought up.
It's called lip-ups.
Hey, one and two,
and one and two, and...
Aw, come on, Fonz,
you got to be kidding.
Hey, that's the one
thing I don't kid about.
Lips. All right, Fonz.
What are you doing?
I'm putting baby oil on
mine, so they'll be extra soft.
Will you give me that.
You need all the
help you can get.
Here we go...
One and two, and kiss and rest,
kiss and rest.
Hey, what is that smell, Malph?
Where have you been walking?
That's my cologne.
It's called "Night Passion."
It smells more like
"Night Pasture."
All right, kiss and rest,
and kiss and rest.
Kiss and rest, kiss and rest.
What are these guys doing, Fonz?
Hey, that's an
exercise I thought up.
It's called lip-ups.
What does it do?
Absolutely nothing.
I gave it to them to
build their confidence.
I mean Malph needs
something, you know?
He smells like
the last round-up.
All right, now, listen, I got
to get down to the train, huh?
I'm gonna give Elvis a present.
Hey, pucker, Malph!
Pucker! One and
two, and one and two...
I'm ready, Fonzie.
Yeah, I'll be with
you in a minute.
You're taking Paula Petralunga
to the Elvis train?
Yeah. That's his gift.
What do you think
he wants, a wallet?
Hey... come here.
Okay, okay, break
up, break up, huh.
Curfew... curfew, five minutes.
Weber!
You kissing my pinball machine?
No, I'm doing lip-ups.
Oh.
I thought you were
doing something weird.
Guys?
I can't go to the
Elvis train tonight.
What do you mean, you can't go?
We're all going to
make out, even Potsie.
RICHIE: I'd love to make out...
but I-I can't go to
the train, that's all.
Let's not talk here.
All the guys are going
to find out about the train.
Let's go inside. Right.
What do you mean, even Potsie?
I made out before.
Dreams don't count.
You fink.
You fink.
You know we were depending
on you and your car. Yeah.
I have no choice.
I tried talking to my father.
Did you ever try and reason
with an enraged Leopard?
We counted on
you to drive us there.
My car is broken.
You guys are really something.
What am I, a
four-wheeled friend?
Without a car,
you're not even that.
Why all the static, huh?
You guys can still go.
Just take a bus.
Hey, good idea.
Wrong, Pots. Bad idea.
Just picture this...
A chick throws all
her clothes at the train.
"Hark" says I.
"Now there's an
interesting little thing.
I think I'll make
a play for her."
Naturally, she can't
resist my charm,
red hair, and freckles, and
I walk her to the bus stop.
How am I going to get
a naked girl on the bus?
Where is she going
to carry her change?
I-I don't know, Ralph.
Hey guys, look.
Arnold put a lock on the door.
Now it's a pay toilet.
He's trying to make up
for some of the money
he's losing because
of Kirk's curfew.
What's happening here?
A minute ago, I was
getting a naked girl
on the bus, and now
we're talking about toilets.
What happened?
Maybe he couldn't afford
to pay his electric bill.
Hey, let's get out of here.
POTSIE: Come on.
Where is everyone?
Oh, man, we're locked in.
Arnold! Arnold?!
Arnold locked us in!
Doesn't he check the bathrooms?
He doesn't clean them.
Why should he check them?
Well, there goes
the Elvis train.
Will you forget
about the Elvis train?
POTSIE: What's with you?
I'm sorry.
Guys, I have a
confession to make.
I get a little paranoid
in locked rooms.
It makes me very nervous.
Once, when I was a kid, I
got locked in the bathroom,
and I flushed a
bottle with a note in it.
Boy, were you a jerk.
Yeah? How do
you think I got out?
I'm telling you, I
get very nervous.
This gets me crazy.
I'm going to go nuts!
Ralph, take it easy. It's cool.
If it's cool, why am I sweating?
Look, we'll just call up Arnold,
and he'll come
down and let us out.
Anybody got any
change? I'm tapped.
I spent my last cent on cologne.
Can you break a five?
I can break your nose.
Ah, there's nothing here.
RALPH: What about the register?
It's padlocked.
Somebody better
do something fast.
I think I'm going to cry.
We'll break into the jukebox.
It's always filled with change.
Wait a minute. Break in?
I don't think
that's right, Rich.
That's right, that's right.
Break in, break in. Right.
Oh, man.
It's tougher than I thought.
The toilet lock looked easy.
Come on, Ralph,
let's give it a try.
Just don't lock the door.
Please don't lock the door.
♪ Well, how was I to know
there was a party going on? ♪
♪ They was a splishing
and a splashing... ♪
(songs slows to a stop)
(whirring)
(coins clinking)
Hey, guys, I got the loot!
Police! Don't move!
(coins clattering)
Hi.
Uh, what you see happening here
is not really what's
happening here. Uh...
Hey, Rich, sprung the
lock like it was nothing.
Cheese it! The bulls!
I give up, I give up!
Malph!
Do you think we'll go to jail?
If you stick to that story
about getting locked
in, I guarantee it.
No, please, no, not jail.
Anything but jail.
How about a good beating?
Ralph... Richard? Dad!
Richard, I was on my way
down to the lodge meeting.
What happened here?
No talking to the prisoners.
The charges are
breaking and entering,
violating the curfew
and armed robbery.
Armed?!
You were holding a knife.
A butter knife.
We told you, we got
locked in the bathroom.
So that's why you broke
the lock on the john, huh?
Broke my lock?
Why you not crawl under?
Well, how about it, Arnold?
Could you have locked them in?
Yeah, I guess so.
I not check the bathroom.
I don't clean it.
Why should I check it?
All right, Arnold.
Will you vouch for these kids?
Oh, sure.
These guys not rob me.
They good boys.
They a little crazy.
Worse thing they do is...
kiss my pinball machine.
Sick kids.
I got to go fix my lock.
Look at all this money!
I must be only one
that crawl under.
Well, you heard them, Officer.
It was all innocent.
They were just locked in.
It's okay, Ralph. Get a grip.
Yeah, I guess everything's
cleared up, fellas.
You think you can get
home by yourselves?
They ain't going anywhere.
Yeah, but you
heard what Arnold...
That was for burglary.
I'm holding them for
violating the curfew.
Oh, come on.
You're not going to hold
them for a little thing like that.
No such thing as a little law.
Look, Officer, maybe we can
save some time here, huh?
Listen, all that's going
to happen to them
is they're going to be fined,
so why don't I pay
the fine now, huh?
Oh, isn't that just great?
You come in here
with your funny little hat
and tell me how
to run my precinct.
This isn't a funny little hat.
This is my lodge hat.
You say lodge
hat, I say funny hat.
Those funny hats are
a disgrace to America.
You'd never see Ike
wearing a hat like that.
Well, if you don't like
us, why don't you pass
one of your silly curfews
against people who
wear funny hats?
Okay, I will...
Starting right now.
All guys with funny little hats
are not allowed out after 10:00.
I should have done this sooner,
to keep you
clowns off the street.
Oh, this is the
most ridiculous thing
I've ever heard
in my whole life!
Next thing you're going to
tell me is that I'm under arrest!
♪ Nobody knows
the trouble I've seen ♪
♪ Nobody knows ♪
♪ My sor... row... ♪
HOWARD: What
you writing, Richard?
I'm writing a letter to the
editor of the Milwaukee Journal,
and I'm telling him
about this curfew thing.
Good idea. We could put
it in a bottle and flush it.
Did-Did... Did
somebody say a bottle?
Look, let's all
settle down, huh?
I can't settle down.
I got to get out!
I want to get out! Anybody!
I'm innocent, I tell you!
I want a lawyer, I
want the warden.
I want my mommy.
(grunts)
It felt good out there.
Cunningham, you have a visitor.
Hey, maybe it's your
mother with the bail money.
Yeah.
It is very dank in here.
Hey, how are you, gentlemen?
Hi, Fonz.
Hey, Mr. C., you
old desperado, you.
Hello, Fonzie.
What brings you here?
Well, Mrs. C. had
trouble raising the bail.
She didn't quite know how to
go about it, if you get my drift.
Yeah, but I hope you
put her on the right track.
Oh, yeah, yeah, she's,
uh, she's a little shook up.
You know, it's tough
to see your loved ones
being sent up the river.
Where is Marion?
Well, she's out there getting
herself together, you know.
I knew she was upset by the
way the back of my bike shook.
She rode down here
on the back of your motorcycle?
Oh, yeah, she's cool... yeah.
She's got to learn
to lift her feet.
That slows me down.
Hey, Mr. C., huh?
I bet you never thought
you'd see me in here
as your visitor, did you?
I bet you're right.
So, come on, big H.
What'd you do?
Nothing.
Come on, all you guys
say that. What did you do?
Well, they're in here
for breaking the curfew,
and I'm in here for
wearing this funny little hat.
You can get life for that.
Look, Fonzie, can we
cut out the chit-chat?
Would you please go see
what Mrs. Cunningham is doing
to get us out of here?
Sure.
Take it easy, Mr. C.,
Rich, Nerd. Hey, uh...
Where do you keep the
ladies of the evening?
Never mind. I'll
find them myself.
Okay, Cunningham.
I think you and the boys
have learned a lesson.
I'm letting you go,
but watch your step.
Next time, I won't
be such a softie.
Hey, Ralph, we're
sprung, we're sprung!
I'm free! I'm out of jail!
Don't they give me a new suit?
Get out of there, Malph!
Well, come on, Richie.
I want to catch up
with the Leopards.
I got a lot of explaining to do.
I'm staying.
Yeah, but you heard what
he said... you can leave.
Being let out doesn't
change the law.
I'm going to stay here
and fight for what's right.
Attaboy, Richie!
That's a wacky
kid you've got there.
He's not wacky.
He's fighting for
what he believes in.
What are you doing?
I'm staying, too.
We're going to fight
that silly curfew of yours
if we have to take it all the
way to the Supreme Court.
Now I see where
the kid gets it from.
Suit yourselves, pinkos.
Rich, I'm sorry.
I should have been
with you on this thing
right from the beginning.
I guess I was just
thinking about myself.
Shame on you.
Thank you, Officer.
Howard! Marion,
are you all right?
Howard! Richard!
Are you all right?
Did they hurt you?
No. I'm all right.
Oh, and what did
they do to Ralph?
He smells awful!
We're all fine, Mom.
How did you like
riding Fonzie's bike?
It was a little
chillier than the bus.
Marion, where are your shoes?
Well, one of them's on Maple
near Third, and the other...
I have got to learn
to pick up my feet.
Sweetheart, you
could have been killed.
Now I want you to
go home in a cab.
Well, I was planning to go
home with you and Richard,
but they say that you
don't want to leave.
That's right.
We're going to stay right here
and fight for what
we believe in.
Well, Joanie and I
are home all alone.
Well, look... Fonzie's
over the garage.
He'll take care of you.
Oh, Howard... staying in jail.
Marion, we have made
our decision together.
Now you go on home.
Will they at least feed you?
Well, I suppose they'll give
us some bread and water.
Do yourself a favor, dear.
Take it easy on the bread.
(sighs)
Well, Dad, here we are.
Yeah, here we are.
But you know something, Rich?
It's all right.
Because just the other
night, I was saying to myself,
you and I don't do any
father and son things anymore.
Right, Dad!
So I didn't miss anything, huh?
Aaayyh, nothing, man.
Elvis wasn't even on the train.
The girls ripped off
their clothes for nothing?
It wasn't for nothing.
I was there!
And believe me,
nobody left unhappy,
if you get my drift.
Oh, hi, Dad.
Hey, Mr. C.
How did you do in
the election, dear?
HOWARD: I'd
rather not discuss it.
♪ ...Monday, happy days ♪
♪ Tuesday, Wednesday,
happy days ♪
♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪
♪ Groovin' all week with you ♪
♪ These happy days are
yours and mine, Happy Days! ♪
♪ Good-bye gray
sky, hello, blue ♪
♪ There's nothing can
hold me when I hold you ♪
♪ It feels so right,
it can't be wrong ♪
♪ Rockin' and
rollin' all week long ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
♪ Happy and free ♪
♪ Oh, happy days ♪
♪ These days are ours ♪
♪ Share them with me ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ These happy days
are yours and mine ♪
♪ These happy days are
yours and mine, Happy Days! ♪