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Yes, I'm calling from the trip.

I'd like to confirm.

I've been getting the runaround for two
hours. Can you tell me approximately how

much money was missing?

Was it over a thousand dollars?

Why don't you take a look at Mr.
Berrigan?

That man is in terrible pain.

We'll be looking in on everyone in a few
minutes.

You shouldn't excite yourself now.

Give him something for the pain, will
you?

Just do it.

I'm sure you know that any medication we
give is a direct result of a doctor's

order. It is not time for Mr. Berrigan
to have another shot.

Cut all the procedural junk.

I was a nurse when your mother was in
high school.

The man is dying.

Now, it's not likely that you're going
to turn him into a dope addict by giving

him his shot a couple of hours early.

Excuse me.

Seven West, Nurse Webster.

No, no, no. She's out here.

Telephone for you, dear. Your son.

I'll switch it to your room.

Would you like some help?

I'd like you to give Mr.

Berrigan his shot.

Yes, Mrs. Donovan, we know.

I swung by your house and picked up the
mail.

Mother, let the nurses do their job and
you do yours, which is getting better.

Oh, hey, here's a letter from Aunt Mo,
unless somebody else in Burlington uses

neuter your cat stationery.

Just a second, I'll check.

Lou, did you see this?

Here's a woman who is advertising for a
companion.

Thanks very much, Rossi, but I'm not
interested.

Will you just look at it?

I cannot believe we're sinking to these
debts. We don't take ads for X -rated

movies. What debts are we sinking to?

Bossy's worked up over this ad.

Oh, yeah.

Are you man enough to be kept? To share
life in the grand manor on my 300 -acre

estate in Santa Barbara, all expenses
paid in exchange for traditional

arrangements.

That's so cute.

That's so pathetic.

I wonder how many applications she's
gotten.

Are you kidding? I bet not one person's
going to bother to call this woman.

How much do you want to bet?

Send Rossi to Santa Barbara. Oh, no. I'm
not asking. I'm telling.

Now, Rossi, don't let the moonlight on
the ocean or the fragrance of orange

blossoms turn your head. Try to keep
your professional distance for once.

Oh, listen. I have no intention of
letting this woman...

I'll take it.

That's funny.

That's priceless.

Listen,

I gotta go. Lou's giving me the fish
eye.

Lou says hi.

Hi to you too, Lou.

We'll both see you tonight.

Okay. Bye.

How's your mom?

She's getting better every day. I expect
to be subjected to one of her home

-cooked meals real soon.

That's good.

Yeah. Kind of a nuisance being cooped up
in a hospital.

Lou? Yeah?

I'm worried about him.

Why, he seems to have experience.

But I know Peggy Donovan. I visited her
a few times.

She's a very sick woman.

Just how sick is she?

I don't think she's going to be going
home.

Hello, Mother McCree.

Hello, Art.

And Lou!

This is nice.

Were you interrupting your dinner? No, I
haven't brought it around yet.

Good to see you again, Peggy. I brought
you some parsley. It's a little scrawny.

It's perfect for the garden.

Lou, if you knew how depressing those
azaleas are.

Ah, well, I figured you'd like it.
You'll come along.

He's kind of a cute little critter. How
are you feeling? You're looking great.

Oh, here's your mail.

And, uh... Here's the horoscope for
tomorrow's paper. Oh, good. Read mine.

that unfair, you knowing what's going to
happen before anyone else?

I'll use the power wisely.

Capricorn. A good day for prudent
Capricorns to restrict strenuous

Cancel the racquetball court.

You don't believe in that stuff, do you?
Sure I do, don't you?

Nah. I put my faith in scientifically
verifiable things.

Like chain letters.

Mother, what have you been doing today?

I just passed the nurses now. They
started making that clucking noise.

They're wondering how you put up with
me.

Don't be disappointed.

But I'm not likely to be winning the
Miss Congeniality Award around here.

They hate me.

They're just trying to do their jobs. I
know. I know.

Well, good evening, Mrs. Donovan.

Hello, Doctor. You know my son, Art?

Yes. And Art's friend, Lou Grant.

Hi. Hello.

Mr. Donovan, may I see you a moment?

Mother, I love you dearly, but this is
an opportunity I've been waiting for a

long time.

Don't wait up.

Keep Lou entertained, will you?

What'll it be, Lou?

Highlights from Showboat?

Now I know where he gets it. What?

Oh, they're kidding. You're a hell of a
team.

Yeah.

Olsen and Johnson and Johnson.

How are you feeling, Peggy?

Terrible.

But thanks for asking.

Are you in any pain?

Only when I breathe.

We'll do everything we can for her, but
since she's not responding to the

chemotherapy, I... I wanted you to know
how very serious the situation is with

leukemia. Why do you use scare words
like that?

I know what my mother's got, and I'd
prefer it if you didn't keep dropping it

like a tray full of dishes every time I
talk to you.

All right.

So long as you're aware of how ill your
mother is.

I am.

What's the next step? More chemotherapy?

Mr. Donovan, I... I'm not sure you're
hearing me. I'm telling you the chances

your mother recovering are almost nil.

So you're giving up on her. Is that it?

Have you told her that you've written
her off?

We haven't told her anything yet.

That's one of the reasons I'm conferring
with you.

I don't believe this. Are we talking
about the same woman?

The person in that room? She's getting
better every day.

I'm afraid that just isn't the case.

Take another look at her, doctor.

My mother's going to recover.

It's breaking my heart. But my doctor
says I gotta tell the M .G.

Tells me it's messing up my back.

You mean a funny little two -seater?

You're talking about a classic.

For sale, 1954 MGTD, mint condition, one
owner, original upholstery,

extras. Extras?

Know that little tweed cap?

Oh, nice.

How much you asking?

Five thousand.

Sounds low.

It is.

I figured I'd give someone in the city
room first crack at it. Put the notice

on the bulletin board. Oh, no. No, no,
no. Charlie.

I have one ironclad rule I always try to
live by.

What's that?

Never sell anything to anyone you know.

It'll come back to haunt you.

Huh.

Maybe you're right.

I'll take out an ad.

Animal, you were in a rush.

Never. Will you drop this off and
classify it and tell them to bill me?

thing.

Your car?

The TD? Oh, Charlie, I gotta buy it.

You've got to let me buy it. You always
liked it, didn't you?

It's terrible, Charlie.

Liked it? That's the greatest car ever
made. Oh, handles like a dream. Great

little engine.

Oh, please.

Please, I've got to buy it.

Gee, that's nice to hear. I mean it,
Charlie. Hey, I'll go to the bank at

It would be kind of nice knowing that it
was owned by somebody who'd get a real

kick out of it.

What are you asking for?

4 ,700?

I can swing that.

Hey, I can. No sweat.

Charlie, you've made me the happiest guy
in the world. Good. That's good. That's

good. That's good.

Are we talking about the same story? I
thought Bruce did pretty good.

Sure, but we've been rewriting
everything.

Well, now that we've got it to where
it's good, what's the rush to reassign

Skip it, Lucha. Skip it.

Fine.

How's Peggy?

My little gray -haired mother in her
black shawl with a mind like a steel

She's fine.

Good.

Um, scotch rock.

Vodka martini.

She didn't, um, look too good last
night.

Think so?

Hmm.

What exactly is wrong with her?

It's something to do with her blood. I
don't think it's anything.

Listen, don't worry about it.

Amemia?

Not exactly.

If you'd rather not tell me.

I'd rather not tell you, all right?

Sure.

It's leukemia, okay?

I'm sorry, Art.

Just do me a favor and don't tell her.

You don't think she knows?

I know she doesn't know.

It's very important that we keep her
spirits up so we can beat this thing.

You mean try to bring it to remission.

I mean cure it.

Leukemia?

There's more than one way to treat
leukemia, you know.

People have been cured.

Thanks.

What does your doctor say?

Dr. Chase?

He's the wrong person to be treating,
Mother. She has no confidence.

You want to change doctors?

I think so.

Where are you going to take her?

Anywhere. Everywhere.

Why? Do you know someone?

No. I'm just remembering.

My father died of emphysema. We didn't
tell him either.

We tried to keep his mind off how sick
he was.

So we talked all the time.

But not about the most important thing.

How we felt about him.

The sad thing is, I'm pretty sure he
knew he was dying all along.

I'll tell you something, Lou.

I keep my mouth shut about this, Mr.
Paper, and now I know why.

So I don't have to listen to people
trying to work off their guilt on me.

Art, please, what are we talking about
here?

My mother is not dying. Now lay off.

Let's face it.

I'm going to die.

You're going to die.

Even a gorgeous young girl is going to
die, and your mother... Lou, go to hell.

Art. Please, Art.

There she is.

I'd remembered it as white.

You don't like classic yellow?

Oh, yellow's fine, I guess.

I just had it repainted if I'd only
wanted it white.

It's a beautiful shade of yellow.

Besides, yellow is easy to keep clean.

Hides the dirt.

You got a ding here.

Where?

Over here. Stand here.

Yeah? Wow.

There's nothing there.

Original equipment?

Everything has been rebuilt or replaced.

The engine, the brakes, the exhaust
system.

Well, except the upholstery.

But those seats are leather. They'll
last forever.

What are you doing?

Your car has a backseat full of trash.

That's different, Lou. That's just
transportation.

This is an investment.

Uh -oh.

Charlie? What? Don't do it.

What?

Looks like we got some leaking oil.

Oh, no.

That's from my other car, the one I
usually take to work.

That oil's been there for months.

Really?

Sure, that's what it must be You

ever

flip this baby over

How about lunch today?

We haven't had a good talk in a long
time.

What do you want to talk about?

Nothing special.

Stuff? I don't want to talk about stuff.

I'm back.

No calls.

Your piece on the rich Santa Barbara
lady is unbelievable.

Every word of it is true.

I'm talking about your style.

What did she do to deserve this?

The aging matron, when questioned about
her age, giggled girlishly. Forty -five

-ish, he said.

She asked her if she had all her own
teeth.

I didn't have to. It's in there further
down.

By far her most stunning feature,
however, are the two rows of perfect

teeth, as unaffected by age as the
pearls around her throat.

And justice, false. Right, Rossi? You
got it.

Well, good for you. You managed to make
a fool out of a lonely middle -aged

woman. Listen, you guys would... Pretend
you don't know who this is.

Who is this?

Billy.

Get off my back about what I have to
practice. Leave me in your office, okay?

Okay.

Why don't you let her rewrite it? She
isn't going to rewrite it. The story is

yours.

I'm a normal human being. I enjoy seeing
Rossi get blue -penciled as much as

anybody. But Donovan... Yeah, I know.

He's really a good editor.

You know those samurai movies where the
guy gets sliced up so fast you can't

even see the sword?

Sure. That's how Donovan edits your
copy.

Shlump! War and Peace is just war, and
you're not even bleeding.

You're right. He is good at it. And he's
smart, too. He never gets emotional

with the reporters. He never picks a
fight.

Look at him now.

Billy,

I don't think I'm the right person to
say anything to him right now.

You realize, don't you, that if those
two start shooting, this glass isn't

to give us any protection.

Come on in.

I think you should hear this.

It's dominant.

I know.

It's gotten into him. His mother's real
sick.

Leukemia.

We've both seen her.

We think she's... She's dying, right?

You have a hard time with that word.

Yeah.

I think she's dying.

That's got him a little crazy.

He won't even let his mother talk about
it. I try to sit down with Art, he cuts

me off.

Well, it's a natural reaction.

We all prefer to avoid talking about
death.

Still, the longer you hold off, the less
equipped you are to deal with it. I

suppose.

Marion and I joined a funeral society
years ago.

Were you pre -planning your burial?

Yeah. We did it because we didn't want
whichever one of us was left behind to

get socked with a huge funeral. But what
was good about it was...

And that it got the two of us talking
about dying. I mean, it really cleared

air.

Billy, you finished that phone company
story?

This afternoon.

How'd you like to do a story on this
stuff?

About dying?

How we handle it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I would.

Take it back to your desk and write it
over.

Oh, I think you're needed over at
Bringside.

But you won't be writing on a good
paper. Now go back to it.

Lou Grant will continue in a moment here
on A &E.

Actually, the furnaces are maintained at
2 ,000 degrees.

That's a lot hotter than the oven you
have at home.

Would you like to look inside?

Did you ever have it where, like, where
you put a guy in there, except he wasn't

really dead?

That's so gross.

Never. Does it hurt?

Dummy, when you're dead, you can't feel
anything.

Well, I think that's a good question.

See, you feel pain through your brain.

Did you know that?

And if your brain isn't working, then
you don't feel any pain.

And one of the ways doctors tell if
you're dead is if your brain has stopped

working. Well, my brain stops when I'm
sleeping.

No, it doesn't. Your brain is working
all the time you sleep.

You just don't know about it.

Mr. Calloway? Yes?

Do the worms really go in and out?

Don't you love them?

You certainly have a knack for getting
kids to open up.

Experience.

I tell you, the first time one of them
asked me if I'd ever tried cooking pizza

in the furnace, I almost choked.

What kind of response do you usually get
from these field trips?

Oh, a lot of thank you drawings with
pictures of me dressed up like Dracula.

A healthy mixture of the real and the
fantastic.

What about the parents?

Well, the ones who really object keep
their kids from coming, I suppose.

You'd be surprised how defensive people
get when the conversation turns to

death.

I don't think I would.

When I'm on a date.

The one subject I know we're never going
to talk about is how my day went.

They don't want to know.

Sure.

Isn't it depressing?

A little.

But what I deal with are the cases that
are closed.

The job I don't think I could handle is
trying to help the people who are on

their way here.

You know, there's a guy in town that
you've got to talk to.

He's got the depressing job.

Runs a hospice.

Hospital?

No, no. A hospice.

There's a difference.

All your patients know they're dying.

That's right.

That's what this hospice is all about.

Hospitals are for healing, not dying.

Talk to some nurses or doctors and
they'll probably tell you they feel like

they've failed when a patient dies.

And it affects the care the patients
get?

Oh, I think so.

I remember when I was a young surgeon.

I was good, and I knew it.

Saving lives, monitoring the vital
signs, even though I usually knew when a

patient didn't have a chance.

Do you know what would happen?

I'd give up in here.

Take a little longer answering their
calls and spend a little less time once

got there.

Who wants to come face to face with
one's failures?

How did you end up here?

Well, I went to look in on one of the
write -offs late one night.

Found a cleaning woman sitting at the
edge of the bed, listening to this old

guy, just listening.

You should have seen the look on his
face, alive, telling her who he was.

And I wondered why it wasn't me sitting
there.

It was 20 years before I built a
hospice, but that night changed

That's what you have to offer, then.
Listening.

We do our best to control the pain.

That's important.

And to surround our patients with the
familiar.

With life.

That's why we like our staff to have
their kids around after school.

It'd be great if these folks could be at
home, but it's not always possible.

I'm a little bothered, Dr. Ralph.

What bothers you?

Well, you make giving up on life seem so
appealing.

Painless in a beautiful setting with
helpful people.

Doesn't it kind of seduce people into
surrendering?

You mean not fighting for that one more
day?

Yes.

This resignation that you talk about, it
goes against everything that I feel

instinctively. Do not go gentle into
that good night.

Well, yes.

Hope is essential, yes.

But what's wrong is fooling yourself
that any victory is permanent.

I've watched thousands of people die.

When they have had the time and courage
enough to prepare for it, it can be

good.

You know Hamlet.

If it be not now, yet it will come.

The readiness is all.

Doctor, I have a friend who has
leukemia.

And she needs help.

Would you be able to talk to her?

I don't think so.

But... I'll listen.

If you're selling aluminum siding or
dance lessons, forget it. If it's

insurance, have a seat.

I'm a doctor.

A doctor?

Oh, thank you, Billy. Just what I
needed.

Take all you want, but use all you take.

I'm Pat Ralph, and I'm just visiting.

Peggy Donovan.

You're, uh, pretty tired of being jabbed
at, hmm?

You sound as if you really want to
answer.

I do?

Yeah.

I'm tired.

And, uh, sore.

Sometimes I get real mad.

Other times I'm just too tired.

You mean so achy.

No, no, no.

Whom do you get mad at?

A couple of the nurses.

They never let down their guard, not for
a minute.

Never really talk to you.

Who else makes you mad?

My son.

Don't tell him I said that.

Avram.

With him, it's all jokes.

When I tell him I feel rotten, he tries
to kid me out of it. As if I'm not

feeling what I'm feeling.

Do you think that he doesn't know that I
have

leukemia?

What makes you think that's what's
wrong?

It was on my admissions chart.

I suppose I figured that I couldn't read
upside down.

What did you do?

First chance, I got hold of a medical
textbook.

And I looked up leukemia to see if they
discovered a milder form since my

nursing days.

They hadn't.

The last time I went sneaking through a
medical textbook was when I was 15 years

old. Only then I was looking up the
facts of life.

Any, uh... Anybody else make you mad?
Yes, me.

I'm angry with myself.

You know how, when you're getting old,
you realize that there are some things

that you can't do anymore?

I sure do.

But with me, that seems to be happening
all the time.

Like yesterday. Now, that was abuse.

All my life, I've been brushing my hair
a hundred strokes a day.

How many strokes is that? Don't tell me.
I don't want to know.

Yesterday, I was feeling pretty good.

But I couldn't do it.

It wore me out.

What happened?

I just sat up in bed crying with my hair
hanging in my face.

It wasn't brushing my hair. I know.

It's wondering what's going to go next
and knowing that whatever it is, it will

have become precious.

That makes me angry.

And the hospital keeps jabbing at me.
And the nurses don't like me. And my son

won't let me talk. And with all this
going on, how can I die in peace?

Blue Grant will continue in a moment
here on A &E.

So, we've got you flying into Mexico
City day after tomorrow.

From there, you run a car and take
Highway 21 to Corona de los Palos.

Will it be hard to find?

Well, the roads are pretty good until
about 20 miles out.

The last stretch is rough going, but
there are signs.

Okay, great.

Now, I would check into the motel first
and call the clinic from there. If

they're running behind schedule, it'll
save you from making two trips.

That's a good idea. Thank you.

So, well, we'll leave the return open.

Who knows? Your mother may be feeling so
much better, you'll want to come back

along the coast.

That'd be great, wouldn't it?

Listen, Dr.

Montoya is a miracle worker as far as
I'm concerned.

The doctors up here couldn't do a thing
for my wife. We went everywhere.

Finally, I take her to a Mexican doctor
in a little out -of -the -way clinic,

and she's back on her feet in a month.

That's why I book these trips for
people.

It's my way of saying thanks.

I bless that man every day.

Listen, they couldn't tell me over the
phone. What kind of treatments are they?

Um, shots.

I don't know what's in them, but really,
if it works, does it matter?

It's got to work.

Mr. Wilcox, I feel so much better. Me
being able to do something about this.

You know?

Sure, I know.

I've been there.

Vaya con Dios, amigo.

Thank you.

Lou, I won't be in tomorrow.

Oh? What's up? Personal business, out of
town.

I see.

I hope you won't have any trouble with
that.

We'll manage.

All right.

Taking your mother to another doctor?

Yeah, sort of.

One of those clinics?

Yes.

Where?

Mexico.

She strong enough to go?

Lou, she needs these treatments.

What treatments are?

Lemon juice, apricot pits, freeze -dried
coffee? You don't know anything about

it. I know that you're acting like a
desperate man.

I know that you're not letting your
mother make decisions for herself, and I

know you're miserable and won't show it,
not even to the person who cares the

most.

You're very supportive. Thanks.

Ask her, Art.

Please.

Ask her.

I thought that maybe you could talk to
Mrs. Donovan, knowing how she feels

and... Well, first of all, Mr. Grant,
I'm no longer her physician.

It's... It's not my place to interfere.

I understand that, officially.

But Art is acting impulsively here.

I thought if you could talk to his
mother, maybe we could put a stop to

nonsense of going to Mexico.

I'm not a counselor, Mr.

Grant. I'm a doctor.

And besides, I think I understand
exactly what Mr. Donovan is doing.

He's fighting to keep his mother alive.

But it's crazy.

That doctor is probably a quack.

People get pretty desperate when they
feel science has failed them. You know,

I've seen people cured by quacks. I
mean, real quacks with placebos.

And by prayer.

And laughter.

And by nothing, nothing at all. I've
seen it.

Not many, not even one in 10 ,000. But
still, we all think we're that one,

we?

Whether it's science or quackery.

You're both talking of heroic efforts up
to the last seconds.

Absolutely. That's what I believe in.

Well, isn't it possible that what Mrs.
Donovan needs most now is the peace

and quiet to die? I can't condone that.

No matter what? No matter what.

If she were my patient, I would use
everything in my power to keep her

Well, you know you're going to fail?

Yes. Because with what I learned about
leukemia...

from treating Mrs. Donovan, maybe I can
add another day to the next patient's

life. Now, I don't need any more
justification than that.

Good luck, Mr. Grant.

These beautiful animals are in constant
danger, not only from their natural...

Peggy Donovan of Glendale, California.

What are you doing?

How would you like an all -expense paid
vacation?

in Mexico.

That's not funny.

I mean it.

Tonight at 11 .15, you and I get on a
big silver bird and wing our way to the

land of burritos and the Tijuana Brass.

Okay, it's a bad example.

Art, I'm sick.

I can't go anywhere.

Mother, we're going to see a doctor down
there.

This guy has practically performed
miracles on hundreds of people.

I'm not... going.

I've thought it out. We've got to give
it a try.

No.

Mother dear, this is not a request.

Now, I know what's best for you.

Go along with me and we can lick this.

Let me tell you something.

When your father and I first lived in
California before you were born, We used

to take Sunday drives in the Oldsmobile.

I'd pack a lunch and then we'd head for
the hills at Topanga. There were plenty

of nice shady spots.

A few of them even looked right out onto
the ocean. But Michael kept saying,

Peggy, sit tight.

There's a better spot further up.

That sounds like Pop.

Well, you could imagine.

The sun went down. The fog rolled in.

Our father kept winding around in the
hills, and we always ended up bundled in

the car, staring into the pitch black,
drinking warm lemonade, and eating dusty

chicken. You see, your father could
never say enough.

I want to give you everything, but this
will have to do.

What do you want me to do?

I want to go home.

I don't want to end things over in
Mexico or here where the people don't

me.

Let me go home.

Lou Grant will continue in a moment here
on A &E.

Hi, Lou.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

Change of itinerary. Can I talk to you?

Sure. McKenna's? My office.

Wet or dry?

Dry, I hope.

Trips off?

She wants to go home.

And?

Lou, it's just me.

I can't take care of her. I don't know
how to give shots.

It might be months, maybe more.

Yeah, that's a problem.

But are there nurses you can hire?

You could learn to give shots.

Her health insurance may just cover
hospitalization.

It may not cover home care.

What am I talking about? I'm talking
about money.

Hey. Hey.

That's all a part of this.

Now, wait a second. You don't know
what's going to happen.

Maybe your mother will have to go back
to the hospital.

Maybe she'll decide to try Mexico.

Yeah, you might be right.

I think the thing to do might be to take
this a little bit of time.

Look. Even if I get nursing help,
there's no way I can hold down my job

be on call at her house in Glendale.

Now, that's something I can help you
with. Take a leave of absence. We give

for less important reasons.

We'll get Rossi or somebody to fill in.

I don't know, Lou.

I can't stay cheerful and smiling 24
hours a day.

What makes you think that's what your
mother wants?

She's seen you every way you can be.

And whatever it is you are, that's what
she wants.

My address book is in the kitchen with
the cookbooks.

It's pretty disorganized.

But anyone you'd need to call is in it.

Um, there's only one key for the back
door.

So don't bother looking for a spare.

I'm really jumping around, so I hope
you'll be able to make sense out of

Thank Billy for the use of this machine.

The rest of the spare keys are in the
kitchen, in that table.

I figured you could use a snack.

What are you doing?

Tying up some loose ends.

What do you mean?

Just some little things I want to get
out of my mind.

Details about the house, banking, things
like that.

You don't have to worry about that.

Of course I do. It's my business and I
want to finish it.

We never talk about it, so I figured
this is the best way.

I can't talk about this, Mother. I'm
sorry.

I know I'm letting you down.

What are you talking about?

There's so much I want to say.

But every time I come in here, all I can
think is, don't go.

I know.

But we have time.

I'm not going in five minutes.

Let's talk.

You know how much I love you.

We don't have to go into that.

It's nice to hear it, though.

Mother, I know it looks like I've
settled for less than I should.

That worries me a lot.

It does?

I like not pushing to get ahead at the
paper.

You know what kills me?

What? Let me tell you. It kills me that
you're not happier.

I'm happy enough.

And I can't help feeling that maybe a
couple of kids would help.

You know what kills me?

But I'm finally getting to the point
where I'd like to settle down.

Start raising a family.

And now you won't be able to enjoy it.

I felt like I've owed you that.

And I've let you down.

I'm proud of you.

Depend on it.

Hot. Hot.

When you said the word proud...

I was thinking of that ugly nut dish I
made for you in shop once. You said you

were proud of me then.

I mean, what else could you say?

But at the time, it made me feel great.

It was so awful.

Not one word against my nut train.

Now hold it, Billy.

I will get you for this.

Now let's talk about that. Why do you
suppose you're so thin -skinned about

criticism? The days will pass.

We'll go our separate ways. You'll drop
your guard and I will get you.

Why are you lowering this discussion to
such a childish level?

Billy, go away for five minutes. Lou,
just let me play. Billy, go down the

and kick the broken canning machine.
Trust me, your problems will disappear.

Five minutes.

Right.

Rossi. Thanks, Bill.

Remember that dame in Santa Barbara?

The one looking to buy a boyfriend?

Sure. About Billy. I think a hard line's
the best way to handle her. It's time

for a follow -up. If you go now, you'll
be in Santa Barbara before the fog rolls

in.

You sure you can spare me?

We'll manage.

Now, take your time. Really soak up some
atmosphere.

I'll talk to you the first of next week.

Lou, I can assign someone to it. Now, be
sure and call.

Let me know how it's going.

Okay, sure.

You mean this?

It'd be a great story.

Okay.

You're the boss.

Charlie, I'm just heart sick about it.
You're heart sick?

Imagine how I feel.

Adam just heard that the car was for
sale.

I think a newspaper would have a faster
grapevine.

He offered me $6 ,000 for it.

You've got to be kidding.

Oh, gee.

I could kick myself. I mean, not just
because of the dough, but it would have

given us such a good home.

Oh, no.

Animal, tell me that's an old Frisbee
injury.

It's the car.

Oh.

No.

Imagine how I feel, Charlie. Some woman
in a big stupid station wagon.

She hit you?

I rear -ended her.

When you hit the car, were the brakes
mushy?

That damn little rabbit.

What little rabbit?

At the far end of the garden.

I don't see...

Oh, yeah.

Systematically ate the heart out of
every Escarole plant.

Want me to chase him off?

No.

What if we invite him in for dessert?

Crank you down a little bit?

No.

It's funny.

What's that?

I've felt less and less like talking
lately.

I've noticed.

I just like to lie here.

And thanks.

You want me out?

No.

I don't want to talk.

But I don't want you to go.

Actually, the guy she chose is kind of
nice. Big old string bean of a guy. He'd

been working for the county, got laid
off after Proposition 13.

Now he's training for the Boston
Marathon.

Rossi, you seem to have mellowed on this
story.

Oh, it's not that, but she really is
sort of vulgar, you know.

But they get along really well, and
yeah, I was surprised.

I think it's probably when you get to
know anybody, there's something there

that's appealing.

I haven't always found that to be the
case.

Good morning, everybody.

How are you? Hi. Welcome back.

Hi, Donovan.

What's up, Lou?

Well, Anna Mullenbrose are at the
airport.

Rossi's just back from Santa Barbara.
Good stuff?

Okay. I'll make it better.

How's your mom?

Mother died Tuesday.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

It's all right, Rossi. Really.

The last month has been very tough, but
very full.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm still very sad, but, uh, yeah, I'm
okay.

I'd like to tell you about it later.

I'll get it.

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