That’s Olivia Newton in the 1972 TV movie The Case.

The car and trailer are parked in the garage at the Peterson Automotive Museum.

The sign says that Hubert Eaton used it to transport executives to view real estate.

Eaton named the trailer “Vagabond.”

What? No personalized license plate?  Or is this a personalized license plate?  If so, what is the significance of “CD 2617″.

A security guard at the Church of Scientology’s Celebrity Centre in Hollywood Sunday shot and killed a man wielding two samurai swords, police said.

Police detained the guard for questioning but said that a surveillance tape at the facility backed his claim that he fired his semiautomatic handgun to protect himself and two colleagues.

Det. Wendi Berndt said the man was involved with the church “a long time ago.”

“There was a previous relationship, but it is unclear to what degree,” she said.

A teenager who saw the man arrive in the parking lot said he stopped the car abruptly in the driveway and climbed out with a 5-foot sword in his hand and an angry expression on his face. Tony Marquez, 17, said the man, who was bald and had tattoos on his arms, walked toward the building, then returned to the car to get the other sword.

“I thought it was part of a show,” said Marquez, of Ontario. He and his mother entered the building before the shooting began.

Police said the guard worked for a private security company. Detectives cordoned off the Franklin Avenue complex with yellow tape as investigators combed through the man’s Toyota Solara. The incident occurred at one of Hollywood’s most distinctive landmarks. Originally a luxury hotel, the eight-story building was built in the style of a 17th century French castle with a striking white facade and turrets that loom over the nearby Hollywood Freeway.

The church remade the building into a facility aimed at celebrities 39 years ago. According to a church website, the Celebrity Centre caters to “artists, politicians, leaders of industry, sports figures and anyone with the power and vision to create a better world.” The complex includes a restaurant, theater and hotel. Representatives of the church did not return calls.

“I have no information,” said a woman who answered the phone at the Celebrity Centre.

The facility is ringed by a fence, and security cameras dot the property’s perimeter. Guards on bikes also patrol the area.

“That is one thing about living here, you get free security,” said Brant Hoibin, 34, who lives in an apartment adjacent to the Celebrity Centre.

There is a little scene before the music starts in Corey Hart’s 1986 video “I Am By Your Side.”  Hart and a guy in a hardhat sit in the shade of a trailer near an oil rig in the desert.  A big foreman comes around the corner.

Hardhat:  This place is unbelieveable.  God, that heat jus’ goes on and on. (slapping Hart’s shoulder with his glove) I can’t believe you did that!  Whoo!

Foreman: Hart, you’re in trouble, boy.  I’ve been looking for you since yesterday.  Damn wiseguy.  What kind of stunt do you think you’re pulling here?  What’s with you, boy?  You gotta get your mind right, boy.  Know what I mean? Boy, don’t you talk much?

Corey Hart: I only do a few things…much.

And he walks away.

Move over, James Dean.

You’re guilty of crime in the first degree,
Second and third as well.
My jury finds you’ll be serving your time
When you go straight to hell.

‘Cause he was Lord of the Lightning,
Though “socially fright’ning”,
But never out to sell.

Their nickels and pence
Meant more than did sense,
And not the sensible thing.

Nor did the man outta time, man outta time.
Thought you was crazy. You was one of a kind.
Man outta time, man outta time.
All along, world was wrong. You was right.

All that he saw, all he conceived,
They just could not believe.
Steinmetz and Twain were friends that remained,
Along with number three.
He was electromagnetic, completely kinetic,
“New Wizard of the West.”
But they swindled and whined that he wasn’t our kind,
And said Edison knew best.

He was the man outta time, man outta time.
Thought you was crazy. You was one of a kind.
Man outta time, man outta time.
Said you was outta your mind!

You took a shot and it did you in.
Edison’s medicine.
You played your cards, but you couldn’t win.
Edison’s medicine.

I spent twelve years of hard time,
More like the best years of my life.
Never heard or read a single word
About “the man” and his “wicked mind.”
They’ll sell you on Marconi.
Familiar, but a phony.
Story goes they sold their souls
And swore that you’d never know…

About the man outta time, man outta time.
Thought you was crazy. You was one of a kind.
Man outta time, man outta time.
Swore you was outta your mind!

You took a shot and it did you in.
Edison’s medicine.
You played your cards, but you couldn’t win.
Edison’s medicine.

In this corner, written in 1959 by DeWayne Blackwell, recorded by The Fleetwoods, and weighing in at #1 that year:

MR. BLUE

Our guardian star lost all his glow
The day that I lost you
He lost all his glitter the day you said, no
And his silver turned to blue
Like him, I am doubtful that your love is true
But if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mr. Blue

I’m Mr. Blue (wah-a-wah-ooh)
When you say you love me (ah, Mr. Blue)
Then prove it by goin’ out on the sly
Provin’ your love isn’t true
Call me Mr. Blue

I’m Mr. Blue (wah-a-wah-ooh)
When you say you’re sorry (ah, Mr. Blue)
Then turn around, head for the lights of town
Hurtin’ me through and through
Call me Mr. Blue

I stay at home at night (I stay at home)
Right by the phone at night (right by the phone)
But you won’t call
And I-I won’t hu-urt my pride (call me Mr)

I won’t tell you (wah-a-wah-ooh)
Why you paint the town (ah, Mr. Blue)
A bright red to turn it upside down
I’m paintin’ it too
But I’m paintin’ it blue
Call me Mr. Blue (wah-a-wah-ooh)
Call me Mr. Blue (wah-a-wah-ooh)

Call me Mr. Blue

And in the opposite corner, written in 1964 by Bobby Vinton and Gene Allan, performed by Bobby Vinton and charting at #1 of that year:

MR. LONELY

Lonely, I’m Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
I am so lonely, I’m Mr. Lonely
Wish I had someone to call on the phone

Now I’m a soldier, a lonely soldier
Away from home through no wish of my own
That’s why I’m lonely, I’m Mr. Lonely
I wish that I could go back home

Letters, never a letter
I get no letters in the mail
I’ve been forgotten, yes, forgotten
Oh how I wonder, how is it I failed

Now I’m a soldier, a lonely soldier
Away from home through no wish of my own
That’s why I’m lonely, I’m Mr. Lonely
I wish that I could go back home

Pound for pound, two of the most melodramatic, melancholy songs of all time!  Let’s have a fair fight!  DING!

New York City, N.Y.C.
Pretty mean when it wants to be
Black leather, knee-hole pants
Can’t play no highschool dance
Fuzz tone, hear ‘em go,
Hear ‘em on the radio

(chorus)
Misfits, twilight zone
R-A-M-O-N-E-S, R-A-M-O-N-E-S
RAMONES!

Bad boy rock, bad boy roll
Gabba gabba, see them go
C. Jay, now, hit the gas
Hear Marky kick your ass
Go, Johnny, go, go, go
Go Tommy, o-way-o

(chorus)

Bad boy then, bad boy now
Good buddy, mau, mau, mau
See now, rock ‘n’ roll
Good music, save your soul
Dee Dee, he left home
Joey call me on the phone