You just forgot to chew again.
Is this one of your stupid science experiments?
- Looks like Josh Grobin... - Axl!
Found something even more lethal than your Elvis sandwich.
I'm sorry, buddy.
Look, the life expectancy of a rat is 1 1/2 to 2 1/2 years.
So, you know, the little guy really beat the odds.
And you know what?
We can pick you up another one in the next time period we stop in.
Because what's one more change on this ship?
You're getting warmer.
There's gotta be a song in here somewhere, Jesse.
Okay, song-writing time out.
there's no easy way to say this,
but when we get out of here,
you're gonna have to give us that guitar.
It has power, and it can be dangerous.
不行 我是说 没了杰西我没法弹吉他
No. I mean, I can't play without Jesse.
他来之前 当然 我也有写歌♥
I mean, before he came along, sure, there was songs,
but there wasn't ever any music.
Look, even after he's gone,
you're gonna have the music.
I mean, that's why you play, right?
The real reason music matters
is because it keeps things alive long after they're gone.
Any idea why Ray needs us?
Whatever this is, I don't like it.
Wait, what is that?
We're gathered here in remembrance of our dear friend Axl.
Right. I'm outta here.
-我也走了 -等等 你需要这样
- I'm with him. - Wait, you need this.
We--we all need this.
Fine, but when I mourn, I drink.
Charles Dickens once wrote,
"Life is made of ever so many partings, welded together."
Axl is one such parting.
And while we may lose some, they are never really gone.
And they certainly can't be replaced.
They'll live on in the memories we shared with them
and the lessons they taught us.
And it is because of that that we can embrace the change.
I still remember the first time I met Axl.
It was in the vents.
I was tiny Atom.
He was a big rat.
And he tried to eat me.
I knew we'd laugh about it one day together.
Sara, I believe it's customary for the Captain to share a few words.
Oh, no, you-- you're doing a great job.
Thank you. Well then,
please join me in a chorus of "Sweet Child of Mine."
All right, I'll say something.
Axl was a friend.
Some might say he was the best of us.
Can we have a word?
And not the good word.
We just wanna talk.
What could you possibly wanna talk about?
We need to talk to you about your nephew
and his record. You can't destroy it.
People need to hear it. That includes you.
How would y'all know what I need to hear?
I might actually know what you're going through.
You see, my dad, he came into my life pretty late.
We couldn't always figure each other out.
We didn't always know how to fit into each other's lives
until I knew that I just had to go and set out on my own.
Truly sorry to hear that, son.
I think that you might be afraid that you're losing your nephew.
But if you both could just try to understand each other,
you might actually find something new between you two,
You might even find something really special.
Now, I know someone that would love to play that record,
if you're ready to give it a chance.
And a lot of young souls would be moved by your nephew's voice.
Mysterious ways, indeed.
Okay, so, we walked real far and it took a long time,
and then, uh, we got thrown around--
History's at stake. You'd better run fast.
Hoo-wee, Daddy-O-Dewey here with a new record.
Literally burning my fingers.
By a young local boy, name of Elvis Presley.
Remember where you heard it first.
How on Earth...
My nephew is on the radio.
My nephew is on the radio!
Kid kept his promise.
*So I'm gone*
*Yeah I'm gone*
*I'm gone gone mama*
It would seem that Ms. Tomaz and Mr. West have succeeded.
Been ages since I've seen so much life in this place.
Maybe you ain't so ungodly as I thought.
You know, you and I might have different names for God,
but I'm guessing we have a lot in common, too.
- What took you so long? - Seriously?
Hey, um, what does dancing look like in the future?
Oh, um, pretty much the same.
Great, well, we'd love to stick around for Hymn Night,
but we should head back to the--
On second thought, how about those hymns?
That music, it summoned the dead!
This time he actually might be right.
Don't tell me you're converting.
No, Elvis recorded that song with the Death Totem.
It must have given his music the power to literally raise spirits.
This must have been what drives everyone out of Memphis.
Right, ghosts can go through anything.
It's kind of their thing.
Time to send him off.
You just had to throw a rodent funeral, didn't you?
Wh--where's he going?
Remember, the real points come from taking out the ghosts.