2006-02-03 - 2:35 p.m.
If you haven't already done so, click on Older (over there, on the left) to read the previous three blog entries, as this is the fourth of a five-part series.
Roclay Horror Part 4
Riff Raff answers the front door as Brad and Frank watch the same scene on one of the plasma tvs. The door opens to reveal Dr. Scott (Clive Davis) standing on the other side.
Brad: That's Dr. Scott!
Frank: You know this person?
Brad: Of course I do! He's the record producer who introduced me to Janet.
Frank: So then your visit here wasn't the chance meeting you claimed, was it?
Brad: Yes; I told you, my car broke down.
Frank: Did it really, Brad?
Brad: Yes, I'm telling the truth. But how do you know Dr. Scott?
Frank: I'm familiar with his work.
In the meantime, Riff Raff escorts Dr. Scott into the lab. Brad and Frank have also made their way to this room, bickering the whole way.
Frank: Dr. Scott, we meet at last.
Dr. Scott: Yes, Frank. N. Furter. I’ve heard so much about you.
Frank: I guess you didn't trust your two little pets to spy on me, so you’ve come to see things for yourself.
Dr. Scott: What are you talking about?
Brad: He thinks you sent me and Janet here to spy on him.
Dr. Scott: Oh, hello, Brad, I didn't see you standing there. Who's Janet?
Frank: I'll ask the questions here. What do you want?
Dr. Scott: I'm looking for Eddie. I've got him under contract, and he owes me another CD.
Frank: He's not here.
Dr. Scott: That's not what I've heard.
Frank: Then you've heard wrong.
Brad: Eddie was here! He...
Frank: (shoots him a look) He hasn't been here in ages. I have no idea where he went.
Dr. Scott: Don't think I don't have your number, Frank. I know what you've been doing here. You think you can beat me at my own game by building some fancy recording studio. Just remember that I invented the titanium spherical manifestations of chutzpah.
Frank: Titanium? HA!
Dr. Scott: So is it true that you're working on a platinum pair?
Frank: I guess you'll have to wait and see.
Dr. Scott: Double Platinum! I knew it!
Janet: (can be heard from under the sheet) Oh...double platinum....
Brad: (lifts sheet to reveal Janet and Rocky) JANET!
Janet: BRAD!
Dr. Scott (trying to place her): Janet?
Janet: DR. SCOTT!
Frank: ROCKY!
Rocky just pouts. The group continues to call out names in confusion, until Magenta finally comes into the room.
Magenta: Dinner is prepared!
The scene cuts to the dining room, where Frank is seated at the head of the table, dishing up the pulled pork barbecue for his (mostly uninvited) guests. Brad is relegated to a corner table, serving punch. We see Magenta spike both Columbia's and Janet's glasses.
[editorial note: The pulled pork is NOT Eddie. No. He rode off on his motorcycle and met up with a lovely damsel in distress. In his gallant efforts to help her, he whipped his leg off his bike too quickly, and promptly ripped the inseam of his jeans. The damsel noticed the lack of underwear, yet still managed to thread Eddie's needle quite adeptly, and they lived happily ever after.]
Dr. Scott: So, Frank Furter, are you ready to tell me what happened to Eddie?
Frank: I told you I haven't seen him.
Columbia sobs quietly and drops her head into her plate.
Dr. Scott: He owes me another CD! He signed a five CD contract with my company. If he can't do it, someone else will have to. (stares straight at Frank)
Brad coughs.
Dr. Scott: Do you sing, Brad?
Brad: A little. Mostly at weddings.
Janet: Don't be so modest, Brad. You did that fantastic demo. Remember, Dr. Scott? You're the one who gave it to me.
Dr. Scott: Who are you again?
Janet: Janet Weiss.
Frank: Weisskopf.
Janet: No, just plain old Janet Weiss.
Dr. Scott: Any relation to David?
Janet: He's my brother! Dr. Scott, I'm the new executive producer for Brad's CD and I'll have you know he has the most beautiful voice I've ever heard in my life. (glances nervously at both Frank and Rocky)
Frank: How can you say that when you've never even heard me sing? (his look dares her to deny this) That settles it. We’re having a contest.
Riff Raff: Great. Another competition.
Frank: It's not a competition, just a little contest among friends.
Columbia: (lifts head) I can be a judge. I have experience.
Janet: I do too!
Columbia: Maybe so, but I used to be a professional dancer and a singer so I'll know what I'm talking about.
Frank: Hardly.
Janet: You don't need experience to know good singing.
Frank: (pounds his punch glass on the table) Neither of you will be judging! No – you're both entering the contest as well.
Columbia: (her hands begin a weird seal-like clapping) Goody!
Janet: You can't make me! (she flees)
Frank chases her down the hallway and up the stairs. Brad is somewhat hampered because he's blocked in by the punch table in the corner, but eventually he and the others join Frank and Janet in the massage room yet again. Frank sings to Janet as he torments her with their shared memory of making music together, along with his knowledge of the clandestine music she created with Rocky on the very same night.
I'll tell you once
I won't tell you twice
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss
Your apple pie don't taste too nice
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss
I've laid the seed, it should be all you need
You're as sensual as a pencil
Wound up like an 'E' or first string
When we made it, did you hear a bell ring?
You got a block, well take my advice
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss
[editorial note: The lyrics here get a little raunchy, but I had to put in the first verse or so, because it's my absolute favorite song in the movie and I'd kill to hear Clay sing it. Also, I've taken out the second part - You’re a hotdog, and you’d better not try to hurt her, Frankfurter - because as awesome and powerful as I think JBT Clay is, I don't think he's perfected any machine which would turn people into stone. Puddles of goo, maybe, but not stone.]
Frank taps along the wood paneling to reveal yet another room hidden beyond the borders of the massage room. This one has a stage with a giant jukebox standing in the middle, at the top of a tall set of stairs. There's a rack of clothes in the corner, and Frank lets the guests all know they'd better get dressed and ready to bring it, as the audience will be expecting quite a performance.
To be continued....
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