S01E119: 100% Genuine Leather Mistakes

Lift me up. "Jack lifted the lid of the great stone oven and dropped inside. From his hiding place, he heard a mighty rumbling voice: 'Fee-fi-fo-fum I smell the blood of an Englishman Be he alive or be he dead I'll grind his bones to make my bread” Whoa, horsy, whoa. Whoa, horsy. "Fee-fi-fo-fum" Hello, my love. What have you got? Hi. Peter called while you were out and he left this for you. Tour dates. This is tomorrow.

All right. Let's go. Hello. Good evening. He was eavesdropping out there. It doesn't. "The Song Remains the Same." It's fucking true, isn't it, a bit? He comes around, he's selling pirate posters there as well, inside the building. And the concessionaire, "I don't know." One of those-- - Are they good? - No, they're fucking terrible. They're the first photo. - Oh, no, not that again. - The old Chris special... ...was wheeled out once again. I can't take it.

- I think we ought to be pirates. - And they all-- And when you give them a pull, nobody knows, right? "We didn't know anything about it, no." This is a song that sometimes takes a building... ...in a manner which our forefathers were very used to. - Did you hear that? - I couldn't believe it. It's right though, isn't it? That feeling that's left everybody. The cosmic energy. Everybody goes, "Yeah!"

Jimmy Page, guitar. This is called "No Quarter."

Don't fucking talk to me. It's my bloody act. I do bet I'll leave you anytime. You couldn't even get in a starting line. You're gonna tell me that you let--? I bet it wouldn't happen in Europe. I don't know how he got in the building. This isn't Europe or England. No, I can see that, because it's so inefficient. - Evidently, somebody got-- - Talk to me... ...because I'm the manager of the group. You had people inside this building selling posters...

- ...and you didn't know about it? - I didn't know about it. As soon as we found out about it, we stopped it. As soon as we found out about it and told you, you stopped it. All right, so you caught them before I did. Well, how much kickback were you getting? - None. I knew nothing about it. - Oh, come on. You don't know your concessionaire? Your mate's selling the T-shirts and making a-- He's the one that told Richard about it also. - He came back and-- Didn't he--? - He does everything.

- He does the security one night. - No, he doesn't. One night he's the guard of the fucking dressing room. That's fucking typical, isn't it? So long as we screw an extra few bob out of the group-- You really think I got something out of that? You're the fucking controller of the take, you silly cunt, aren't you? That's like saying that anybody who jumps on the stage I'm responsible for too. - I don't know-- - Don't be stupid. Of course it's not.

It's your responsibility to see that the concessionaire of the building you rented-- You rented it, and you control it. --Isn't selling fucking pirate posters. You have to-- Somebody has to come and tell you that it's doing. It doesn't matter, so long as there's an extra nickel to be drained... ...by exploiting Led Zeppelin, it's great. You know, with the fucking Stars and Stripes behind it. We never took a dime in concession yet, on anything. This is called "The Song Remains the Same."

Any tickets for sale? Got any tickets for sale? How many guys out here? How many guys out here? - It's just us. - There's two now. You're in luck. We're in good shape. Only two now. - Ask these guys. They're in charge. - Can we get in? - If it's up to me, yeah. - Thank you. - Thanks a lot. - I couldn't find them. Hey, thanks a lot. - Thanks. - Hey. A lot of fun. Lot of fun. A lot of fun. Jimmy Page, electric guitar. - Do you expect trouble? - No comment. - That's all you're gonna get. - Okay.

No comment. You know, the thing is, "no comment" is more incriminating than a comment. - A man here getting a ticket... - It's just for the folks back home. - Is it'? - Yes. No comment. I think this is a song of hope. Does anybody remember laughter?

Our percussionist. On drums, John Bonham. Moby Dick.

John Bonham! John Bonham! John Bonham! One hundred and thirty pounds of glory, John Bonham. Led Zeppelin's road manager says he put the money in the deposit box... ...and when he went back, it was all gone. The police say there was money in the box... ...but they can't tell exactly how much. The group's personal manager, Peter Grant... ...discussed the theft at a news conference today. It was brought back by our attorney, physically carried... ...because that's his function.

And when he comes back, it's put into a safe-deposit box. Police said they were questioning anyone who had access to the safe-deposit box... ...but that's about all they would say. The money is reportedly the largest amount ever taken... ...from a hotel safe-deposit box in New York City. We ascertained there was money in that box... ...by one of the clerks. He noted one of the transactions. Today was a leaving day, anyhow.

So we had, you know, that amount of money... ...because we had to pay off airplanes and hotels. After he met with newsmen, police took Grant himself... ...and two of his employees to the precinct for questioning.

New York, good night. [ENGLISH]