World Watch OnLine: The Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  38  (18 January 1998)
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Contents:
Greetings
Re: World Watch OnLine 37 - 6 January 1998
Re: World Watch OnLine 37 - 6 January 1998
Re: World Watch OnLine 37 - 6 January 1998
Getting the movie - my advice
Re: Earl Mac Rauch
Banzai books for trade or sale
BB mailing list
Hey Howarya?
Holy Moley! A REAL LIVE Team of Racers Mirror the Great BB's Jetcar Ride!
more truth about Earl Mac Rauch
The Whisper

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Greetings,

Hope everyones managed to keep the forces of evil at bay since last
issue. 

Had a no doubt Xan-caused mystery with the last one. Got back what I
figured was a humongous bounce letter with about 20 or 30 addresses 
that gave the reason as:

Deferred: Can't assign requested address


Luckily, it seems it actually went through to everyone, so apologies
for the double mailing to those folks. Mustve seemed like deja vu
all over again. Anyone with any ideas on what caused it, Id be glad
to hear em.

Pleased to announce the return of Red Dis The Whisper in this ish.

Lots of folks offering stuff this issue, so you may want to hide the
checkbook before reading further. Reminds me, I never did get any
of those darn mugs...

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 37 - 6 January 1998
Date:	98-01-06 18:22:08 EST
From:	washu@teleport.com (Epiphany Projects Ltd.)

Hello!
  After having been on the mailing list for over a year,
I figured that it was time to drop a line and let everyone
know how much I enjoy reading the weekly WWatchOne newsletter.
As an OBSESSED Banzai fan, I'm always on the lookout for 
miscellaneous treasures related to the film. If anyone has
any Banzai mugs or other memorabilia, I'd love to make them
an offer to buy or trade for it. Here's what I've managed to
hoard thus far: *gloat*gloat* ^_^

8 black and white movie photo stills
The STILL SEALED viewmaster reel!
Multiple copies of the novelization - an AWESOME book!
All known Banzai patches - I can get more
One Banzai kamikaze headband
Multiple copies of the Marvel comic adaptation parts 1 & 2
The oversize Marvel comic special containing BOTH parts 1 & 2
The same comic in GERMAN! - With a different cover
One Banzai baseball cap with the Banzai logo
One Banzai Flight Jacket with the Banzai logo
The orignial screenplay by Earl MacRouch - 103 pages
Multiple copies of the original VESTRON VHS tape
Multiple copies of the shitty VIDEO TREASURES tape

  Here's a goodie:
The original motion picture soundtrack on compact disc!!!!!!
(I can burn a CD-rom with every track that will work in all
CD players!)

  Here's the ultimate goodie:
THE DIRECTOR'S WORKPRINT!!! Featuring references to Hanoi Xan!!!
as well as the death scene of Sandra and Masado Banzai!!!

I also have a version including the death scene before the credits
begin, with the original version of the film following. Then ALL the
cut footage appears in short segments after the film is over.

For the most part, I'm offering copies of:
The 1984 Vestron tape - original version
The special edition - restored footage at the end
The complete director's workprint - restored footage in the body
The original screenplay
The original soundtrack on CD

Let me know if anyone is interested: washu@teleport.com
I'm dying for more! ...especially for one of the mugs!

                                keep up the good work!

                                Washu ^_^
  
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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 37 - 6 January 1998
Date:	98-01-06 17:43:14 EST
From:	BanzaiSGI

you guys are serious right? 
cant get copies of the film or the book?
i just passed up 3 copies of the video and 4 print editions of the
book........
gotta go back to the store....
you are serious right?

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 37 - 6 January 1998
Date:	98-01-06 18:49:08 EST
From:	ampl@anim.dreamworks.com (Andrew Lynch)


A word about Clancy Brown, he did the voice on the Sony Playstation game
Crash Bandicoot 2. FYI.

ampl

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voice: 818-733-6208              Animation Technology
[personal:guido@paclink.net]     DreamWorks SKG
[personal:a_lynch@juno.com]      [work:ampl@anim.dreamworks.com]

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Subj:	 Getting the movie - my advice
Date:	98-01-07 10:01:42 EST
From:	NHAMEL@CSI.compuserve.com (Noreen)

To those of you seeking the BB movie:  Just try some of the local
videostores that have it on the shelf to rent.  Ask the manager if they'd
be willing to sell.  That's how I got both of my copies...

Reenie

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Subj:	 Re: Earl Mac Rauch
Date:	98-01-07 23:03:04 EST
From:	winningh@scf-fs.usc.edu (winningh)

I was checking my school's (USC) library system for anything by our
mysterious historian; and not only was the screenplay listed, but also
three books: _Arkansas Audios_, _New York, New York_, and _Dirty Pictures
From the Prom_! I'm off to conduct an intrepid reconaissance mission now,
more after I have the literature in my hot little hands.
Sarah Winningham 

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Subj:	Banzai books for trade or sale
Date:	98-01-09 11:17:44 EST
From:	Zorak8472

So 12 years ago I bought several copies of the Banzai novelization,
mostly because I loved the film, but also because I knew no one else would.

Now I see people clamoring for them. 

OK. Ive got four copies in near-perfect or perfect condition (tiny wear
marks keep me from calling it mint condition...but no worse than youd find
when it came out of the box at a bookstore).

Im taking offers. Money is fine. Id prefer if you had something real cool
to trade.

PLEASE MARK THE E-MAIL SUBJECT BANZAI BOOK since I automatically throw out
e-mail from people Ive never heard of.

And I reserve the option to not give them to anyone if none of the offers
catch my fancy.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Be cool, but care.

Z.

P.S. I bought several copies of the film on video, too. But I loaned those
out to friends over the years and (eventually) theyve never came back. Now
Im down to my laserdisc and it doesnt leave the house.
Sorry.
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Subj:	BB mailing list
Date:	98-01-10 19:13:50 EST
From:	Ocean SouI

I am not a retailer or anything, just cleaning out the closet prior
to a cross country move and am trying to make available a few things that
serious fans might want.  Specifically I have the Marvel comic BB #1.  
I would hate to see this comic go into some comic junky's
vault somewhere, if some one who really loved the movie could have it instead
:)  Let me know...

Cheers,
Paige  

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Subj:	Hey Howarya?
Date:	98-01-12 15:38:34 EST
From:	LyleW

I have a number of original WWOne newsletters, circa 1986-7. I was
gonna toss em, but I figured they might actually have some value (go figure).
I can come up with a full list of them, (prob. around six issues, one sticker
[bent] and the lapel pin). Let me know if you or someone on your mail list
has any interest in them, and what they're willing to fork over (at least the
postage, anyway).

Thanks,
LAW

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Subj:	 Holy Moley! A REAL LIVE Team of Racers Mirror the Great BB's
Jetcar Ride!
Date:	98-01-13 19:41:57 EST
From:	evernew@infohwy.com (Evernew)

BB fans may enjoy this website showing a real LIVE group of racers that
drove the Budweiser Rocket almost 800 miles/hr in the desert! The photos
at this site
(http://thrustssc.digital.co.uk/thrustssc/contents_frames.html)
are eerily reminiscent of scenes from TABB - check it out!
 Hmmm..mmm. Life imitating art again.....

Your true blue bud,
D'OWLSTER
OF
OWL 123'S WONDERFUL WAY COOL WEB PAGE
http://www.infohwy.com/~evernew/buckaroo.htm

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Subj:	 more truth about Earl Mac Rauch
Date:	98-01-13 22:26:17 EST
From:	staylor@mindspring.com (shawn taylor)

Hello all - 
I noticed in past months there has been a debate running about Earl Mac
Rauch, whether he is really someone else under another name and etc.;
Someone wrote in crediting him with a Robert De Niro film - that would be
NEW YORK NEW YORK, which was directed by Martin Scorsese and featured
Robert De Niro and Liza Minelli - and yes, a book was produced of the film
(the film is also out on video and laserdisc - it's long, over 2.5 hours,
and it's a musical...)I've heard rumors of other film credits, but these
are as yet unsubstantiated... the two novels Mac Rauch wrote are Dirty
Pictures From the Prom (1969) and Arkansas Adios (1971) - neither made it
to paperback that I've seen, but if anybody's obsessed enough to want the
hardcovers let me know, I run across them now and then. I still don't think
this lays to rest the overall curiosity of Mac Rauch's character; he could
easily be writing in one form or another under another name, more or less
famous than his own... Anybody who knows for sure about other film credits,
please post them...
Till Then-
-Shawn (the book guy)

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"Buckaroo Banzai" and related characters and concepts are copyright 
Generale Bank, Nederland (or at least, that's what we think ...).  
The story, on the other hand, is copyright 1997-98 and possibly
into the next millennium by me, that is BBI Red Di ("Chicago Red's second cousin")
(reddi@sirius.com), and cannot be re-distributed or archived anywhere without askin' me nice first.  This story may contain language and action which some may find PG-13; I'll try to keep it at that level.  Not being entirely familiar with the complete BB Institute background, Red Di welcomes any helpful comments about what happened when and where.  

This story is set after the return of Peggy/Penny as documented in Ernest Cline's screenplay for "Buckaroo Banzai Against the World Crime League", in which Penny is revealed to be Peggy (sorry, hope that didn't spoil it for everyone).

With apologies for tardiness, here is : "The Whisper, Or: The Fanfic That Ate San
Francisco"

(Copies of earlier chapters may possibly be found in the Archives, definitely by writing
RedDi@sirius.com)

Chapter 4, Part 1

	It was almost nine a.m., and Will Chang had been up for an hour 
pouring over the codes at the Institute.  Billy Travers had just checked 
in long enough to show Chang where the files were before taking a nap.  
The others were just now beginning to be heard moving throughout the 
Bunkhouse; after a raucous night of suturing and discussions, lights had
been put wearily out around four a.m.  Chang was the only one who didn't 
look like he'd been put through the ringer, having just come on the scene 
during the chaotic night before. Buckaroo rarely slept more than four or five 
hours a night, though, and he seemed his usual self, never showing outward 
signs of great worry.  He checked in on Chang first. 

"How's it going, Sihing Will?"

"Not too horrible, Buckaroo.  This is a fairly simple case of decoding 
coordinates, like you noted in the file.  I'm hoping to find out what the 
coordinates will lead to," Will replied, taking a sip of coffee.

"So we may be able to figure this out fairly quickly?"

"Oh, this kind of stuff is pretty simple, for an old hand like myself," 
grinned Chang. "I will say, though, these files are old.  The coordinates 
are laid out in a way that makes me think that this was set up in the late '70s."

"Late '70s?" Buckaroo repeated.  "That's back when we were first starting the
Institute."

"Well, strap on your thinking cap."  Will tapped the files.  "I think whoever 
came shooting last night was more interested in your not finding out about 
this than in wiping anyone out."	

Rawhide entered then, still yawning as he adjusted a suspender strap.  
"Finding out about what?"

"The codes," Buckaroo told him.  "Grab yourself some coffee."

"Thanks, don't mind if I do."  He poured himself a hearty cup, black.  
"So what do you think last night was all about, Buckaroo?"
	
Buckaroo shook his head.  "I'll tell you one thing: they sure as hell 
weren't after me, or even Peggy or you, Rawhide."

Rawhide raised his eyebrows dourly.  "Mind if I say they did a pretty 
good job impersonating folks out to get us?"
	
"Yes, but ask yourself when the incident occurred.  They had the whole 
first half of the set to strike, and we wouldn't have been as ready."

Rawhide thought for a second, quickly catching on.  "The first shot came 
right when I went backstage and saw Sihing Will here come through the 
front door.  I can remember wondering what the hell the Kolodny Brothers were thinking, letting ArcLight and Apache walk this fella right through the front door."

"Exactly," Buckaroo added.  "The Kolodny Brothers were watching the 
back door, not the front.  The Rugsuckers were supposed to be watching 
the front, but they got distracted by a fight in the parking lot.  They thought 
it might be some of the Whisper's men."

"Maybe it was after all," Chang shrugged.

"Maybe," agreed Buckaroo.  "In any case, they got what they wanted: Will 
here came in the front.  They wanted to knock him out of the picture, not us.  
Not yet, anyway."
	
"I guess that makes me Mr. Popularity," sighed Chang.

"Somebody call my name?"  Perfect Tommy entered the room now, bleary 
eyed but cognizant.  "How's it going with that business?" he asked, gesturing 
towards the files.

"Okay."  A thought occurred to Chang suddenly.  "How's Red doing?  
She was bleeding like a son of a gun for a while there."
	
"Oh, she was okay last time I checked.  I'll go peek in on her," Buckaroo 
replied. "New Jersey sewed her up and doped her up to kill the pain and 
put her to sleep."

"And she took it?" Chang looked disbelievingly at Buckaroo. 

"She didn't have a lot of say in the matter.  New Jersey shot her up when 
she was gritting her teeth so hard, her gums started to bleed."
	
"She's got a thing about painkillers.  Stays away from 'em.  She'll drink 
half a bottle of whiskey before she'll take a shot of morphine.  Drugs freak 
her out; her brother was a morphine addict when he was in the Army."  Will 
shook his head.  "I remember one time, she got sliced in the arm and drank 
a pint of Tequila in the emergency room.  As soon as they gave her the local, 
the alcohol hit her and she could barely keep her arm still to sew it up."
	
"And she's a doctor?" Perfect Tommy commented.

"Forensics," Will grinned.  "Dead people are pretty easy patients. Haven't 
you heard that doctors make the worst patients?"

Buckaroo laughed.  "True.  Anyway, the rest'll do her good.  The gash 
wasn't deep, didn't sever any muscles or arteries, luckily.  So she'll be 
on her feet soon enough.  Good thing, too; we'll be needing her."

"Buckaroo, you're sounding like a man with a plan," Rawhide smiled slyly.

"That's because I am," Buckaroo replied.  "Anyway, New Jersey was 
gonna bunk out on the guest room sofa in case Chicago Red came to.  
I'll go ask him how she's doing." 

Buckaroo headed down the hall to Chicago Red's room, and found 
New Jersey precariously arranged on the short sofa in her room.  
Chicago Red was snoring loudly in bed, her leg stitched and bandaged, 
sleeping the sleep of the heavily drugged.  New Jersey awoke with a start 
when Buckaroo came in.  

"How's the patient?" whispered Buckaroo.

New Jersey winced as he sat up and stretched.  "Fine," he told 
Buckaroo in normal tones.  "Don't worry; she won't be waking up anytime 
soon.  She woke up once around six a.m., asking if I remembered to let 
the dog out."

Buckaroo laughed.  "Well, she sounds okay, at least."

"Oh, she'll be fine.  No thanks to jumping around in front of guys 
with guns.  But hey, what are you gonna do?"  He rubbed his neck 
and glanced at his watch.  "Nine already?"

"Yeah.  When do you think she'll come to?"

"I don't know.  The local's worn off by now, and so will the pain killers.  
She said no more morphine, so I'm guessing that when that wears off, 
she'll wake up easy enough. Probably not till noon or so.  What's 
brewing, Buckaroo?"

"Mrs. Johnson made some Sumatra -"

"No, I meant -"

Buckaroo grinned.  "I was just kidding.  Actually, Will Chang's working on
breaking this code for us.  Says he's close."
	
"Already?"  New Jersey looked impressed.  

"Apparently, this is old hat for him.  I guess when you're with the FBI, you 
look at all kinds of stuff like this."
	
"You thinking of asking him to join a team, Buckaroo?"

Buckaroo nodded.  "He saved Peggy's life last night.  He's quick, accurate 
and true.  Hard traits to come by these days.  The Institute could use a 
guy like that around."

"You're keeping her on Sobriquet?" New Jersey motioned towards the 
sleeping figure.
	
"Hey, I'd have her here in a second, but she won't leave Chicago.  She says 
she can't right now.  Next year," Buckaroo told him.
	
"Why next year?"

"She's taking care of her kid sister.  Won't be in college till next year."

"Ah . . ." nodded New Jersey.

"Anyway, we've got work to do.  Go have a shower or something, meet up 
with the rest of us in the conference room.  Oh, leave Red a note or 
something in case she wakes up."  Buckaroo instructed, heading out to 
the hallway.

Just as New Jersey was leaving a note on the bedside table, Chicago 
Red's eyes opened.  Her pupils were dilated still.  "Jeez, what hit me?"
	
"A bullet and a bunch of pain killers.  Go back to sleep."

"Don't wake the bees," she mumbled, shutting her eyes again.

"Not to worry."

"This is all pretty basic," began Will Chang, back in the conference 
room when everyone was gathered together.  "The first part up here consists of groupings of coordinates.  Now the problem there is, coordinates to what?  
Obviously land coordinates, but they point towards structures miles and 
miles apart.  It was kind of confusing, because they're in different states - a 
public library in Lawnchair, Arizona, a City Hall in Allentown, Pennsylvania, 
even the Civic Center in San Francisco.  There's about 40 of them."

Buckaroo spoke up then.  "Mrs. Johnson, have you come up with anything 
Flyboy was working on from the years I mentioned?"
	
"Well, yeah, Buckaroo.  The first thing that came to my mind was the fact 
that before he joined up with you, he was working on security at the White 
House.  There was a big project that he was working on and frankly, I 
thought the government made him return all his files when he left.  It was 
Top Secret, and would have been against the rules to keep them . . . on 
purpose."  Mrs. Johnson left these words hanging in the air, as the
meaning sunk in.

"You think they planted the codes on him for safekeeping?" Pecos asked.

"Well, how can someone betray you when they don't even know they have
something valuable?" replied Mrs. Johnson.  "Flyboy had hundreds of 
computerized files, but I can tell you he never would have purposefully 
kept something he wasn't supposed to, especially where the government was concerned.  He was very careful about that."

"So if he didn't know that he had these files, then who did?" New Jersey asked.

"One of the Whisper's guys is obviously ex-CIA.  Or maybe even current CIA. 
Hard to tell with those guys who's comin' and whose goin'," Rawhide replied
lackadaisically.  "Actually, I'd be surprised if it's only one guy who's a double."

"Or woman," Reno added.

"Whatever."

"So this particular project was supposed to be monitoring certain 
government-run buildings, but frankly, the locations that Sihing Will 
is talking about don't make any sense," Mrs. Johnson sighed.

"The World Crime League does everything for a reason, even if it's to confuse,"
Buckaroo reminded them.

"So big deal, there are coordinates for a school in Podunk, Iowa.  Now what?"
Reno asked, ignoring Pecos' elbowing him.

"So we find out what the coordinates really mean.  Right, Sihing Will?"  
Buckaroo glanced back at Will.
	
"Well, Buckaroo, I can tell you what the coordinates point to.  The other codes
down at the bottom are not coordinates, though.  I think the key might be there.  
Billy Travers and I will get to work on those this morning.  Hopefully we'll have it cracked sometime today.  It's just a matter of recombining them into the 
computer until a recognizable pattern arises."

***

Somewhere, in a dark warehouse deep in industrial Chicago, the Chicago 
Crime League was hard at work.  In addition to serving as a clearinghouse 
for stolen goods and arms being sold overseas, The Whisper used it as a 
meeting place, with a large office in the back serving as a dingy makeshift 
conference room.  Mr. Lucky stood to the right of The Whisper, with Shorty 
Burke sitting in a darkened corner, smoking a cigar that seemed
twice his size.

"How much do they know?" uttered the Whisper, looking out the dirty pane 
of a window at the movements in the alley below.

Mr. Lucky tipped the fedora back from his brow.  "They know what you want
them to know.  They know about the meeting."

"Shorty, that was too simple.  They'll figure it out.  You shouldn't have used your
last name for the room reservation."

Shorty shrugged.  "Sorry boss, it wasn't like I had any specific instructions."

"Unlike Keaton's men last night," added The Whisper menacingly.

"Keaton's a freakin' amateur," Shorty told him.  "We shouldn't have put him in
charge."

"Hey, Keaton did okay.  It was his men.  Moose called in on a cell phone, for
crying out loud.  That's about as dumb as it gets," Mr. Lucky added.  
"Keaton went by the numbers, and fight in the parking lot worked.  Moose 
was the one who screwed up."

The Whisper turned slowly, facing them now.  A faint ray of light fell on his 
cold, steel blue eyes, and a scar ran down one side of his cheek and 
across his throat.  He kept it covered with a black silk scarf, tucked into 
his overcoat.  Puffs of steam arose in the air when he spoke in the chilly 
air of the warehouse.  "Moose may have screwed up, but Keaton was in 
charge.  He shouldn't have picked Moose if he knew Moose was that
stupid."  He turned to Shorty.  "We lost Dead Boy because of it, and he 
was a good killer. See that both of them are taken care of.  Today.  
And I want you on it personally, Shorty. Be creative."

Mr. Lucky could tell Shorty was smiling in his dark corner, although he 
could not see him.  Frankly, Shorty freaked him out a little bit, and never 
trusted him.  "Boss, this Chang guy is going to blow the codes.  That much 
is obvious.  What do you want us to do?"

The Whisper chuckled lowly at this.  "Mr. Lucky, you know I'd love one 
more shot at this code breaker.  Give it another try.  But I want you to 
be ready for Saturday.  If anything goes wrong then, I - and Hanoi Xan - will 
hold you personally responsible."

Mr. Lucky nodded, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.  
"Piece of cake, Whisper."

Back at the Institute, about an hour later, Chicago Red was still deeply 
asleep when the window was opened in her room.  Two masked and camouflaged figures entered.  One quickly grabbed her small overnight bag, the other gave 
her a shot to ensure that she wouldn't wake up.  They quickly and silently left 
the room with Chicago Red and the overnight bag, climbing a rope ladder to 
the ground floor.  Patrols had relaxed now that it was determined that the 
Institute was not a target, and they had gained entrance through a
bottled water delivery truck.  While the third man was inside delivering the 
water, the other two executed their real mission: to gain the upper hand. 
	
Professor Hikita, however, had looked out the window of the lab just in 
time to see Chicago Red being tucked away inside the van.  He quickly 
grabbed his com-link. 

"Buckaroo!  Rawhide!  Stop the water delivery van from leaving the grounds!"

"Say again?" Buckaroo's static voice came through.

"It is the Crime League - they have taken Chicago Red!"  Professor Hikita replied
anxiously.  "Hurry!  No time to loose."

"Saddle up," said Rawhide to the others, who were working in the Bunkhouse. 
"We got ourselves a bull to rope."

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