(Them singing and playing their instruments)
"Walking down the lonely street I need someone to meet. I run across sweet lookin' you do you know what ya do"
Davy: Hold up! (They stopped playing)
Micky: What is it now, Davy?
Peter: Yeah, you keep stoppin' us like this and we'll have to hire an imaginary band and pretend to play on stage.
Micky: Hey, Pete! That's a great idea!
Mike: An imaginary band..? Get real!
Micky: Eh, Mike's right. It would never work.
Davy: Ha, ha, ha! You two are a laugh a minute. (To Mike) Michael, what is wrong with ya now, mate?
Mike: I'm sorry, Dave. I just don't think I can do this.
Micky: Yes you can. You just have to get your mind off of your dad.
Mike: I can't. No matter what I do, my mind wanders back to him. It wanders back to the days thatwell that he was with me and my mother. I can't think of anything nice about him and they want me to speak at his funeral. I can't do it! I can't do any of this! (Mike put his guitar down and walked toward the door)
Micky: Way to go Davy. We've lost him again.
Peter: We'll we'd better go to the lost and found.
Micky: What for?
Peter: You said he was lost so we'd better go there to find him. (Micky put his hand to his head and shook it in the, "Oh brother" motion)
Davy: Peter, sometimes you are too strange; even for me.
Micky: Well I don't know about you two but I am not going to sit here and let him get away.
Davy: I'm not going anywhere. If you want that thick-headed twit, you go after him!
Micky: Fine; I will! (Micky got up from his drums, put the sticks down and went in the direction Mike did. He caught up with Mike in the parking lot and hopped up on the hood of the car. Mike just stared at Micky through the window. After a minute, Mike realized Micky wasn't going to let him leave so Mike got out of his car)
Mike: What do you think you're doing?
Micky: Stopping you from making a big mistake.
Mike: What do ya mean?
Micky: You 'know' what I mean, babe. (Putting on that voice from "Monkees In A Ghost Town") You ain't going 'no' place.
Mike (Sighing): Micky Dolenz, if you don't get off my car I'll
Micky: You'll what..? Beat me up? (Mike didn't say anything) You couldn't and wouldn't do that to me. Look, you know that if you turn your back on this tour you'll regret it.
Mike: No I won't. It wasn't even my idea.
Micky: It was 'all' of our ideas. We need you Mike. The Monkees are not complete without you. (Mike leaned up against his car in thought)
Mike: Give me one good reason why you need me?
Davy's Voice: I'll give you three good reasons. (Peter and Davy approached Mike and Micky) Peter needs you to help tune up his guitar, Micky needs you to help keep the beat going and(Davy sighed) and I need you to help keep me in line a bit. (They laughed) Mike, those fans of ours would be happy with Micky, Peter and meself, but they would be even happier if you were with us. Whether you believe me or not, 'you' complete our group. We need ya, mate.
Mike: You really need me..? (They nodded) I don't know. I just can't concentrate.
Micky: Maybe we could come up with a way to help you concentrate.
Mike: How?
Micky: You told us you had some new siblings right?
Mike: Yeah. What do they have to do with anything.
Micky: They might help ease up some of your troubles. I think you need to find them and talk to them so that you can get to know them and mabye put a new picture of your dad in your head.
Mike: Mick, you have had some crazy ideas in your lifetime but this one beats them all. I promised Danielle I would meet with our brothers and sister, but I don't know if I'm ready for it right this moment.
Micky: Trust me, babe; you're ready.
Davy: Yeah, not to mention that maybe they could be our audience for practice time. You always seem to do better with people around you. (Mike looked at his friends' faces and gave a small smile)
Peter: C'mon, Michael. You've got nothing to lose.
Mike: Yeah I guess you guys are right.
Peter: We're always right. (Peter smiled with his dimple and Mike laughed) Want me to come with ya?
Mike: No; I'll be all right. Go put your guitar into shape. I'll be back as soon as I can. Um?Micky..?
Micky: Yeah Mike?
Mike: Would ya mind gettin' off my car? You're going to scratch the paint.
Micky: Right. (Micky got off the car) See you in a bit. (Mike got back in his car and took off)
Davy: C'mon! We've got work to do. (The other three Monkees went back into the studio to work)