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Hello, I'm still on the next trip. I'd
like to come on the fourth.

Two hours.

I still respect you.

Ah, can't you whisper?

Go on. Get out of there.

Go on.

How'd you get in here anyway?

Did I leave the door open?

Or did you use your key?

Okay, thank you.

Lou, you look terrible.

So, Max, I feel terrible.

Hi, everybody.

Boy, Lou, you look really black.

Come on, Aspen.

Oh, yeah, arson.

Here's the art from the brushback.

Here's the art to art.

You look like you got mud.

Lou, are you in there? Nod your head if
you can hear me.

Boy, it's a miracle you made it to work
today.

People like to be close to their friends
when they're dying.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Don't you want to say I look terrible?

I look rotten. Go ahead, say it.

To me, it was only you to know that I
was out on business.

Well, the crib is investing in a tequila
factory.

I met with a new county consult. We had
dinner at a Mexican's, right?

Intravenously?

We had some beer.

Cerveza?

A margarita.

A leg.

Two rounds, maybe three.

Three drinks did this to you?

Pictures. You're lucky you made it home.

I put the car on autopilot.

I used to do that. Lived in the same
apartment for six years. My car always

brought me home.

Then I moved. My car kept bringing me
back to where I used to live.

That must have been very embarrassing.

Not really. This incredible blonde
designer had moved in. I wound up there

times in one week. The last time sober.

Why do you do this to yourself if it's
so painful?

Occupational hazard. It's hard to avoid.

Oh, how's that?

Say, um... Say you have a store from the
vice squad.

Where are you going to arrange to meet?

In a frozen yogurt stand?

Salad bar? I've done that. I'm sure.
Lou, you want me to get you some coffee?

No, I better... I better get it myself.

I think my grimordus is setting in.

Good morning.

Yeah.

What's the matter with you?

I went to a Mexican restaurant last
night.

Food poisoning?

Worse yet, tequila.

Well, I'll go home.

Stuff it out.

You can't get sick pay for self
-inflicted wounds.

So what's eating you?

Oh, my car was broken into last night.
Okay, it happens.

What'd they do, get the plants and the
nucleus up?

They got my tape deck.

Tore it right out of the dash.

Where did it happen at home?

Oh, you tell me.

We went to the theater. I found this
place right on the street so I didn't

to park in the lot.

They smashed the whole window breaking
in.

At least you saved the two bucks on
parking.

What gets me, what really gets me is
there were people all around.

There was a guy who runs a hot dog
stand. There was a parking lot attendant

nearby. Nobody saw a thing.

Oh, that's too bad.

It's like that girl who got mugged in
her apartment house last week.

Four... neighbors heard it and nobody
called the cops they're afraid to get

involved you know other newspapers have
set up a kind of informants hotline

folks reporting on crimes anonymous i
was thinking maybe we could set up

something like that even offer rewards
we could call it private eye or

what do you think i think the next time
you should spend the two bucks and stick

the car in a lot

it could work, I suppose.

So... It will work.

Telling you, Mrs. Pigeon, I have
examined this program from every

angle, and it will work.

Oh, I realize a private eye program is
feasible, Mr. Hume. What's the problem?

Well, I'm just not convinced that the
function of the Tribune is to turn its

readers into stool pigeons and snitches.
Thanks.

Concerned, involved citizens.

Well, if they were so involved, they'd
get organized without our help.

You know, I'm a good citizen, Mrs.
Pinchot, but I know that I'd be more

to help if there were one number I could
call where I knew that the people at

the other end would be interested.

Listen, we cooperate with police
agencies all the time. We run pictures

suspects. We ask our readers to call
with information.

The Private Eye program is just the same
thing, except more organized. We

already have people organized to do that
now. They are called police.

They catch crooks. That's their job. Our
job is to write about it. What about

our social responsibility, Mr. Pinchot?

Don't you think we have to contribute
more than ball scores or grocery

I am not unaware of our social
responsibilities, Mr. Hill.

This private eye program could save
somebody's life. Look, when somebody's

afraid to call the police, the system is
broken down.

The criminal gets a break, and the poor
slob who reports the crime leaves

himself wide open for revenge.

What do you think the reaction would be
of the police?

Supportive. I've already spoken with
him. Two representatives would like to

discuss the program with him. Oh, I see.

Well, I'll check with my secretary and
I'll let you know when I'm free.

I've already checked with your
secretary.

They're waiting downstairs in my office.

You're free now.

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

All of those guys in Charlie's office,
they look like cops.

They are cops.

Were they looking for me?

What have you done?

Nothing.

So the calls come into the trip.

We'll start with five lines at first.

Your people forward the information on
to us.

How do we know that some callers won't
take advantage of the system?

Through reporting to some people.

Suspect identified by private eyes. Is
that a suspect?

We'll have to make our own case
independent of the tip if we expect it

up in court.

Besides, the people with the axe to
grind are the people who call us anyway.

And the callers are guaranteed
anonymity. That's our department.

We assign the callers code numbers. If
the tip leads to a conviction, the

is paid to the appropriate number.

I think you'd be surprised.

In some cities, 70 % of the tips come
from people who don't even want money.

I don't mind telling you this makes me
very, very nervous, gentlemen.

It's worked before.

Sacramento, San Francisco.

Albuquerque, Detroit.

All over the country, these programs
have helped to solve thousands of crimes

and put the bad guys behind bars.

Publicity can't hurt, but we could get
the jump on major crime stories.

Exactly. The community can only benefit
when the police and the press work

together instead of being suspicious of
each other.

Well, there's nothing wrong with a
little healthy suspicion, Lieutenant

Richards.

Our job is to inform the public. Yours
is to protect it.

Neither of us is in business to help the
other. And frankly, I like to be

careful about whom the Tribune climbs
into bed with.

Think our department can stand up under
your scrutiny, Mrs. Pinchot?

It will have to.

Very well.

Let's give it a shot.

This round's on me, Malik. An order of
nachos?

Hey, some more of your nachos.

On me, too.

Boy, everything worked like a charm
today.

I was good, and the cops really came
through.

They just went in there, they gave them
the facts, and they had to say yes.

I'm drinking your strategy with Mrs.
Pinchon, Charlie, but I'm not too crazy

about asking my reporters to help the
cops by answering phones.

Hard enough getting some of them to do
their assignments.

Yeah, Rosal's lucky he gets paid by the
week. If he got paid by the word, he'd

start with us. Sounds like a good man
for phone duty.

Listen, the newsroom is the perfect
place to run this program.

Funny. I had this wild idea the newsroom
was for, you know, news.

You watch. I'll bet you we get some
great stories out of this, too.

Hey, you think we should order another
round now before happy hour is over?

Thanks anyway, Charlie, but I'm happy
enough already.

Yeah, somebody ought to drink it.

I don't feel very happy yet.

Bill almost forgot.

Can you run me over to the car rental?

Where's your car?

It's still in the shop.

Waiting for a new window. They're
backordered from the factory.

All broken and tape deck robbed.

Did you know that there are guys who do
nothing but hit cars for their stereos?

If you want to make it in the world of
crime these days, you've got to

specialize. I had a pair of pants taken
out of my car. Left a perfectly good

pair of loafers and took the pants.

Some guy stole a ficus tree and a huge
tuberous begonia in a pot right off my

front steps.

I mean, I can understand somebody
stealing if they're hungry, but plants?

It's a jungle out there.

Except on my front steps.

I hate to admit this about myself, but
it's just too dangerous out there.

I fought it for a long time, but I
bought some protection.

Ah, that's crazy.

What are you doing? You're going to end
up shooting off your foot.

With a money belt?

I bought a money belt.

No kidding.

You win all the time?

No.

It's too much of a hassle getting the
money. I only wear it when I travel. I

think I might be in a dangerous
situation like getting stuck with a tab.

This is practically to your house. I
still don't see why you couldn't just

a car downtown.

Oh, wait a minute. Let me help you turn
around.

See?

Lou, because this is near where I live,
it's also near where my car is being

fixed. Look, if I rented a car downtown,
I'd have to...

Turn it in there. I'd have to take a bus
home. I'd have to get Marion to drive

me over to the garage. She's hardly ever
home before they close, you see.

Yeah, sure.

So, I really had no choice, Lou.

You had lots of choices, Charlie.
They're big and yellow and they're

cabs. Come on back. Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on. Come on.

That's it. That's it. Come on. Come on.
Good, good, good, good, good, good,

good, good.

What was that?

It's okay, Lou. It's just a taillight.
It didn't hurt the pole.

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

David, can I see your driver's license,
please?

Sure.

Where one of your taillights is out, Mr.
Grant?

Yeah, you see, that just happened.

It wasn't my fault.

I'll get it fixed in the morning,
honest.

Have you been drinking, Mr. Grant?

No, not really.

Oh, one or two after work, you know,
happy hour.

I didn't stay long enough to get happy.

I'm sorry about the taillights.

Do you mind stepping out, please?

No, not at all.

Over the crib.

Right there, that'll be fine.

Hello.

Now, would you please put your feet
together?

Extend your arms.

Now, close your eyes.

Am I good?

That's fine. Get your head back more.

You know, this is really silly.

I'm fine, really.

I understand.

Now, when I tell you, I want to see you
touch the tips of your nose and the tips

of your fingers.

Okay? First to the right.

It's a little tricky.

That's fine.

Now, the left.

Let me do it again. I think I've got the
hang of it now. Mr. Grant, I'm going to

ask you to come down to the station and
undergo further testing.

Have the right to remain silent. I know
my rights, but this really isn't

necessary.

It won't take very long. And if you pass
the test, you'll be free to go. Look,

tonight I'm fine.

Just fine.

Now, if you had stopped me last week,
last week you would have really had me.

You see, last week I would have deserved
it. But this, this is a mistake.

That's it.

Carter. Hard as you can.

How'd I do?

0 .12.

Is that good?

Perfect.

Like this, right?

Uh -huh. Now put your head back. Close
your eyes.

Five bucks says you can't do it.

You're on.

All right, all right. Not so fast. Now
the left. Oh, come on. This is a snap.

Five bucks.

What's this,

a new parlor again?

Hey, boys.

Jail ain't been built. Bill can hold
you. You look swell.

Okay, who all knows this?

Hey, just us, Big Lou. The whole gang.

And the television station.

And radio.

And the news.

Driscoll called it in. It was on the
police log.

Hey, Chief, I brought you something from
a slammer.

What do you think?

Did you do the nose touch test?

Almost, yeah. That's mine.

Could you walk the straight line?

Standing or crawling?

Private eye.

Uh -huh.

Mm -hmm.

No, sir, I don't think we pay for that
information.

We want you to pay us for hearing it.

Yuck. Nut.

I can't believe you're taking those
calls. I wouldn't do it. You are now.

They know better than to ask.

I'm paid to be a reporter, three.

You upset because you weren't asked?

They wouldn't dare ask.

They know I wouldn't do that menial
stuff.

Rossi, I need you. Take care of the
stack of obituaries, will you?

Come on, Adam, lunch.

Oh, I can't, Rusty. I'm on phone duty
for Private Eye 21.

What do you rope into that?

Volunteers. Oh, shrewd, Adam. Very
shrewd. You like listening to a bunch of

-ins reporting kids with spray paint
walls.

Oh, they're not all like that.

In fact, some of them are very
interesting.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

I can't tell you. After that.

Private Eye. Hello, my name is... No,
no, no, no. Don't give your name.

I'm calling about murder.

Yes, ma 'am. Your identification number
will be 410.

Tell me about the murder.

It happened at Beachwood Canyon.

Oh, well, that's not exactly news. We
had that story this morning.

Yes, but I'm sure I saw who did it. You
say you saw who did it? That's what I

was saying.

I had a feeling they were using a lot of
drugs over there. All those parties.

Well, I saw a man emerge from the house
early yesterday.

He'd been there before, too.

Drove off in one of those fancy little
foreign cars.

I have the last three digits of the
license if you think they'd help.

Yes, ma 'am. Anything you can recall
about the license might be very helpful.

It was...

Yes, ma 'am.

Where the hell have you been? We've got
ten minutes.

Easy, Lou. I was talking with the city
attorney.

It was all taken care of?

Nothing is taken care of. He won't
budge. Thinks he has a good case.

Does he?

Lou, .10 is considered legally under the
influence.

How much worse is .12?

I can get you off with six months.

Just kidding, Lou.

Relax. You know, you're lucky. Pretty
soon the penalty's going to be much

tougher. Besides, they got you. I
checked the machine.

It was serviced properly.

The tests were properly administered.

The arresting officers went by the book.

What about a technicality?

Those were the technicalities.

So what happens now?

They can take your license, but I don't
think that'll happen.

We can fight them and ask for a jury
trial, which will cost you a bunch of

money, and legal fees are probably the
same results.

What are my options?

You're very, very contrite.

Maybe it'll work.

Apart from the lawyers, you're the only
guy on calendar wearing a suit.

So you think I should plead guilty?

You are, aren't you?

Come on, I'll explain it all to you.

Joyce Kelly?

Octavio Hernandez?

Robert Parsons?

And Louis Grant, you are sentenced to
180 days in county jail.

Suspended.

$375 fine, reducible by $100, providing
you complete drinking driver's school.

Mr. Grant, approach the bench.

Mr. Grant, since you are an editor of
the Los Angeles Tribune, a man in an

influential position, in addition to
your fine, you are sentenced to three

weekends of community service.

But get there any way you can. Just
don't miss the briefing.

How's it going?

Well, they got a suspect in the
Beachwood murder. Thank Private Eye.

Really?

That was our tip?

After bringing him into that underground
courthouse entrance in half an hour,

it's ours. It's part of the payoff for
the tip.

It really was our tip that brought the
suspect in? I mean, they said that?

What do you know, Rossi?

Give me the story with a slant on the
Private Eye program.

I mean, there's no harm in blowing our
own horn, is there? No, no, not if he's

guilty. Listen, Charlie.

What? They got a suspect in that
Beechwood thing.

Yeah, so I hear. Boy, that's great.

The old lady who called in figures to
make a few bucks.

I should say a few pounds, since she's
had an English accident.

What else do we know about her?

I can't tell you anything. It's an
anonymous program.

People don't fill out applications.

How much are we paying for a murderer
these days?

2 ,500 bucks, top of the line.

Why?

You don't think people lie for that kind
of money, do you? I think some people

would chill for that kind of money.

No more.

Counselor, Mr. Sandler, hold up a
minute.

Joe Rossi, Tribune.

Roger Sandler, leaving.

Look, I'm interested in your client's
side of the story.

It's obvious that the Tribune's interest
is a vested one, Mr. Rossi. Hey, I'm

just a reporter trying to do my job.

As far as I'm concerned, as long as the
Tribune has that private eye program,

you guys aren't reporters, you're
vigilantes.

Well, I think you might be right.

You do?

Might be.

But look, I want to get both sides of
the story. If you don't talk to me, who

are you going to hurt more, the Tribune
or your client?

Okay.

My client and Danny, the murder victim,
were in business together.

Danny's a silent partner.

Very.

Now, I'm not saying that my client is
any kind of a boy scum, but he's never

been involved in any kind of violent
crime.

He's clean. He has nothing to worry
about.

He's got plenty to worry about.

He's accused of murder by an anonymous
witness who won't come forward, and

there's a big -time newspaper throwing
its weight around trying to put him in

jail. And he's innocent.

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

Want to make painting easier?

A &E return to Lou Grant.

Well, I guess we have quite a crew.

Secretary, waitress, film producer,
painter, newspaper editor, couple

and you're the unluckiest bunch I ever
saw.

Yeah, amen to that, Jack. I mean, busted
two blocks before I reached my house.

You came up two blocks short.

The young lady's foot slipped off the
brake. That gentleman there had a busted

taillight and was helping a friend. What
does that tell you? No good deed goes

unpunished.

Tells me you're all kidding yourselves.
You're here because you were driving

under the influence, and I won't lecture
you. I don't care if you drink

yourselves into a stupor every night.
Just don't drive when you do it. Yeah,

I was barely over the limit. I mean,
.11?

That's a legal limit.

Let's talk about reality.

Each time you drink, you put this much
alcohol into your system.

.02.

One or two drinks, you're twice as
likely to have an accident.

Three or four drinks, the odds are six
times as great.

But if you score .11 to .15, 25 times

as great.

You're an accident looking for a place
to happen.

But those are just statistics.

A lot of accidents are minor. Fine.

Let's talk about the ones that aren't.

Would someone please turn off the lights
and push the forward button on the

projector? Thank you.

Jurgensen? Lou Grant.

Hi, call me Bob.

Interesting class. I didn't agree with
all of it, but it's better than I

expected. No, you didn't. What do you
agree with? I guess it's applying the

scale to everyone.

I'm not saying you should drink and
drive, but different people have

tolerances. And you know guys that can
melt down a pint of booze and drive as

they're sober.

Yeah, some guys can handle their booze
better than others.

I guess you're not one of them.

Or you wouldn't be here.

So I told those jerks if they knew me
half as well as you knew me, they'd feel

lucky.

Tough day?

Yeah, tougher.

So how do you feel about the judge
denying you a motion to have the case

out? I think the court made a mistake.

Like, Frosty, I'm a defense attorney.
That doesn't mean I support crime.

I just happen to believe in
constitutional rights.

Such as?

A man is innocent until proven guilty.

Your private item program tends to shift
the burden of proof onto the poor

schlub on trial.

Your client owns a fancy French
restaurant and drives a $50 ,000

hardly a poor schluck. Okay, a rich
schluck.

Look, he was at the scene of the murder
that day.

His fingerprints were all over the
place.

They were partners, Ross. See, my
client's out of the house three, four

week, and I still think he's entitled to
face as accuser.

So what's your next step?

I'm making a separate motion to force
the tribunal to reveal the source of the

information. Oh, good luck. That's
privileged.

I think when a guy is on trial for his
life, he's entitled to a few privileges.

Did you get anything good at that
political incident?

Stallion was okay. Why?

Well, I don't want to pull you off a
story. Pull away. I'm writing it, and

bored. Well, I've been kicking around
this idea for a piece that might not be

boring. Oh, yeah?

You see, I've been taking this class,
and it's got a lot of interesting stuff.

Sounds great.

Stop. Oh, for the paper.

Half of the traffic fatalities over
Labor Day in California were attributed

booze. We had that story, though.

Well, no, I was thinking of something
about people who drive under the

influence. Over a quarter million people
died on this country's highways in the

last decade.

You know, it always bothered me how we
could predict how many people would die

on a holiday weekend, and nobody seems
to mind. Yeah, it's like an acceptable

level of carnage.

You ought to talk to this instructor.

Uh, his name's, uh, Bob Jurgensen. Okay.

What's my angle?

Huh?

That's what you always ask me.

It's not really news, is it? So, uh, how
do we get into the story?

Oh, you'll think of something.

Charlie's been looking everywhere.

I know, I know. He wants to ask me about
the private eye story.

Are you afraid he won't like your angle?

Look, I just got back from the
courthouse. That murder suspect had

Chuck might be in it.

He's innocent until he's proven guilty.

I know, Russ. I've got an A in civics.
And even if he is guilty, he still has a

right to face his accuser. I mean,
somebody could be setting him up just

reward money.

What do you think?

The police make the case on its own
merit. The tip won't be used as

I think you're still upset you wouldn't
have to help answer phones.

Private Eye.

Yes, it is. Go right ahead.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, well, thanks anyway.

Yes? Hi, I'm Joe Rossi from the Los
Angeles Tribune. Oh, we already paid

month. No, I'm not collecting, ma 'am.
I'm a reporter.

I wondered if I could talk to you for a
minute about the trouble the other day.

You mean the murder?

Yeah. I don't know anything about it. I
wasn't even here.

Oh, that's fine.

Does a woman with an English accent live
here with you, a relative maybe, or a

friend? No, I thought the police already
had a suspect.

They do, they do. I'm just curious. Does
it sound like anyone you know around

here? I mean, it's a small neighborhood,
I thought. No, no. I lived here six

years. I don't know anybody with an
English accent, a man or a woman. Well,

thanks for the trouble.

Sorry I couldn't be any help.

Listen, maybe you could do me a favor.

I'll try. We call to cancel the paper,
and they keep delivering it. Now, maybe

they listen to one of their reporters.
Will you tell them? Mrs. Brown, you

obviously know the address.

I'll see what I can do.

Listen. The people next door, uh, I've
tried there, and I can't get an answer.

Uh, that house is up for sale.

I noticed.

No, they moved out a month ago.

Rossi! Over here.

Anybody for another round?

I'll buy it. Thanks. I'm fine.

You're certainly cheerful.

I have every reason to be. You got your
car back.

No, don't mention my car. You'll depress
me. No, it's just that we just want

another round in the Private Eye case.

Terrific. Well, it is terrific.

The judge in the Beachwood case refused
to allow disclosure of the witness who

gave the tip.

Charlie, this isn't a battle of wills.
This guy's on trial for murder.

Yeah, thanks to us.

We shouldn't be so quick to condemn him.

Oh, but it's all right for you to
condemn the program, right?

Where is that story I asked you for
about all the good it's done?

I'm not so sure we can prove it yet. Uh
-huh. Well, the Times is pretty sure.

One of their reporters wants to
interview me about it. I mean, the

is interesting, and I have to fight my
own reporter to do the story.

Hey, fellas, relax.

Rossi will do the story.

This is happy hour, remember?

Say, Luke?

You know that drunk driving story you
asked me about?

I think I found a way into it, but I
need your help.

Good idea.

Go with an expert.

Um, I don't know. What am I supposed to
do?

I challenge you to a drunk driving test.

A what? A drunk driving test.

Get snockered to the legal limits and
see how it affects your reflexes.

Why?

Because your Mr. Jurgensen says it's
part of an experiment, a chance to find

how valid the legal limits are.

I'm willing if you are.

Me? No.

You're the one writing the story. It'll
be a good background for you.

Who's buying the booze?

The cops.

You can't lose.

You realize, of course, that our weight
difference means that I can handle a lot

more booze than you can.

I figure they are the heart of this
ball.

I'm game.

You're not so tough.

That reminds me. We have to plan for the
game on Sunday. Mrs. Pinchot bought us

a whole block of seats.

Oh, it's going to be great.

This Sunday?

You know, about a week ago, we're all
going.

I can't. I made other plans.

What could be more important than seats
on a 40 -yard line?

Lots of things.

There are people counting on me to keep
my word.

If you feel that way about it, can I
have a ticket for Ted?

Sure.

It's just another football game.

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

Lou's doing okay. Not bad at all.

Let's see how he does on the reflex
test.

That's a minute 40 flat. That's a good
first run. You ready?

But she loses points for hitting the
pilot. How many runs altogether?

Five, to get the drivers familiar with
the course and to establish a base time

for each driver.

That's a young mechanic.

Is this great beer tender hitting me
again?

Set up the monitor in the classroom.

How are we doing, Officer Dirling?

I swear, you're not trying, Lou. Only a
.06.

I'm up to it. Don't worry.

Come on, Billy.

You're falling behind.

Well, I could still drive home.

I can't look.

Way to go, Tiger.

Here's my favorite. Your mechanic
friend.

Rossi, when am I going to see that story
on the private iPod? I'm still working

on it, Charlie.

Well, one of the law enforcement groups
plans to give us a plaque for community

service. It'd be nice if you could get
that into your article.

Uh -huh.

Rossi, what the devil are you doing?

Well, I went up to the Beachwood area to
see if I could find that witness, but

so far, no luck. I figured it could help
the story. You what?

I wanted to see if there was a street
that I missed that could have had a view

of the house, but I don't think so. Do
you realize what you're doing?

The identity of that witness is sacred.

I don't even know if that witness even
exists. You're trying to undermine the

integrity of the program.

All right, guys, do we have to do this
here? Let's go in your office, Charlie.

Come on, come on. All I said was that
I'd try to find that witness. I

every house that could have had a view
of the victim's house, and there's no

woman with an English accent. Well,
perhaps he faked the old buddy accent.

you ever think of that? Come on, come
on, come on.

And what if there is no witness? Did you
ever think of that? He is toying with

the integrity of this newspaper.

Public confidence is a very fragile
thing.

Yeah, so is honesty. I thought our
reputation was built on truth, not hype.

There may be something in what he says,
Charlie.

You're taking his side. No.

It's a capital case.

All I'm saying is that it may pay to
give it a check.

Fine.

You do that.

You turn that damn canyon upside down.

If you have to.

Lou, I'm telling you there is no woman.
I checked every house.

And check again.

Let's face it, animal, we're wasting our
time.

What about that house?

I told you, checked it out last week. I
thought I was collecting for the paper.

Honest mistake?

You know,

it doesn't add up.

Why would someone call in a phony tip?
What reason would they have?

To get revenge on an enemy, sexual
jealousy, malicious mischief, not to

$2 ,500, that's a pretty good return on
an investment of a single phone call.

You may have a point.

Hey, what about the Fasale house?

We got a month ago.

There's somebody there now?

Okay.

Excuse me, ma 'am.

I beg your pardon?

Were you talking to me?

This house is sold, but with lots of
other listings in the... Here. Do you

No, I don't mind. I'm just so grateful
you exist and I found you before anybody

else. Animal!

Oh, I've been looking for you for a
month. Do you know that?

Oh, how I hate those ceremonies.

Why do they always punish the people
getting awards by broiling them in the

sun? Would you move that chair so I can
put up my leg?

The joy of community service.

At least we know that Private Eye works
and that people appreciate it. The only

reason we know it works is Rossi.

His report squelched any doubt that the
tip was legitimate and the police have a

case. Well, we were indeed lucky.

I was lucky.

I was stupid.

His investigation could just as easily
have gone against us.

Now, you see how vulnerable we've become
when we commit ourselves to taking tips

from anonymous callers?

It's a little like checkbook journalism.

We pay for tips that lead to stories.

It's not all that negative.

At least we've taken a few of the bad
guys off the streets.

I was approached today by a group that
wants to take over the Private Eye

program, make it more community -based.

They'd have a wide range of support from
civic and business groups as well as

from the Tribune.

Sounds reasonable.

The way I see it, you've got to be Dick
Tracy or Clark Kent, but you can't be

both. What do you think we should do,
Mr. Hill?

Jump at the offer before they change
their minds.

And you agree?

Missed it out.

Hell, I didn't even throw in Rosenthal.

And a third -round draft choice.

Lou, it was incredible.

Fourth down, absolutely nowhere to go.
And he uncorks the bomb.

The bomb. Yeah, I heard on the radio.
The pass must have gone 40 yards in the

air and right on the money.

Right on the money. It sounded exciting.

It's nothing like seeing it. You had to
be there. When Jones took the ball and

started threading his way down the
field, you have never seen a play like

in your life. Well, what's the occasion?

A little party in honor of the private
eye program.

No kidding. That's really nice. For all
the good things that accomplish.

No, because it's over and nobody has to
answer the phones anymore.

Hey, Charlie, how's about a beer?

Sure. Some cold?

No. This ought to help.

You shouldn't see me, Rossi. I was
racing around those highlands. I was

screeching around those curves. It's
just you against the clock. Just you

against the clock. Tell an animal. It's
just you against the clock. Me? I felt

just like... What's the name of a famous
race car driver?

Mario Andretti. Yeah, Mario Andretti. I
felt just like Mario Andretti. I'm going

to do it. Let's do it. Right now. What?
I haven't finished my story.

Run the course. I'm going to go back to
the parking lot and run the course.

Animal, they took the pylons down. The
course isn't there anymore.

That's okay, Lou. I remember where
everything was. Animal, why don't you

take a cab home tonight?

Don't need to. I got my car. Maybe you
should take a cab anyway.

Oh, I get it. You're worried about me.

There's a lot of drunks on the road.

That's right.

And there isn't room for any more. Aw.

Can I charge you to the paper?

If you want that to be your final
gesture as a Trib employee, sure.

Billy.

Are you all right to drive?

All right. I'm terrific. You should have
seen me.

But Ted's picking me up tonight.

That's the great thing about marriage.
Really caring about each other. He's got

my car.

Well, I gotta be going.

Driving yourself?

Of course I'm driving myself.

I always leave with the person I come
with.

Look, don't worry. I'm fine.

No way I'm gonna risk another ticket,
right?

See you guys later.

Bye. Good night.

What's the matter, Luke? I won't start?

No, no, of course not. I was just
wondering if I could get a lift.

Yeah, no problem.

You call a cab animal?

Yeah, I won't be here for half an hour.
Come on, Rocky, be a pal.

Why not?

All I need is a meter.

Luke, I made this for you. Huh?

The amount is special and everything,
and then I forgot to give them to you.

Posse, hold it.

Hey, can you give me a lift? My car's
still in the shop.

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