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Mr., I'm sure we can work something out.
I mean, you seem to be a reasonable,

rational... ...cheery kind of guy.

Sir? Sir, it's the Library of Congress
for you.

Hi, Harry Stone.

Yeah, he is threatening to burn an
original draft of the Constitution.

No, I can't just wait him out. I got a
bailiff running around the building

delirious and insulin -shocked.

Yes, I know that I'm overdue returning
the Nixon tape.

Sir, go on the sports scene, Roz, for at
least an hour. Your Honor, if we don't

get the Constitution away from that nut,
a multi -million dollar TV special goes

right down the drain.

Judge, if I don't treat Roz within a
half hour, she could go into a coma.

Harry, you like this tie?

Hey, what about me?

I'll get to you in a minute, sir. You
guys make sure security has sealed off

building. You tell your people that
we're working on it, but these things

time. Doctor, we're doing everything we
can to find Roz. Please be ready when we

do. Dan, silks are out this season. Go
with a nice snubby wool.

Sir, sir, look what I found in the
basement to help us find Roz. Great,

-talkies. Now we can split up and tell
each other where we've looked.

Why didn't I think of that?

What was your idea, Bull?

I was going to set the box on fire and
smoke her out.

Oh,

there's no batteries.

Hold on a second. Double A?

Well, sue me for having a personal life.

No sign of Rod.

Well, keep looking, Mac.

Harry, you didn't say it.

10 -4, Roger. We'll call over now.

That is just so damn cute.

Hey, now listen here.

I've been waiting a long time to be
heard.

Uh, right, right. I'm sorry, Mr., uh...
What's your name?

Sherman. Nesbitt Sherman.

But you can call me Dr.

Flame.

The man with the power to obliterate 200
years of this country's history.

Listen, you have my formal apology for
having taken so long. Okay, now, what

exactly are your demands?

Well, first... Someone spotted Ross down
by the morgue. Did they catch her? No,

she barricaded the door with half a
youth car salesman and slipped back into

hallway.

Sorry about the interruption. It won't
happen again. You were saying?

Oh, my God! Are you crazy?

You fired the producer just like that
for something that was totally not his

fault? But he was my mentor, my idol.

You want me to produce the show?

Great move, sir. The guy was a pinhead.

The network made me the boss.

The numero uno enchilada.

You are in charge of a live coast -to
-coast national network television

special? But you're a shallow, snot
-nosed kid.

Brandon said I was perfect.

There won't be any show or any
constitution if you people don't start

attention. Mr. Sherman, we're doing the
best we can.

Harry? Yeah, Bo?

I'm finding Roz.

I'm going.

Bo, I didn't quite copy that. Could you
speak louder?

like she belongs on your leash.

Jealous?

You are really asking for it. I'm
willing to beg for it.

Just keep looking, huh? Oh, Judas
Priest, we've looked everywhere. Why

she stay in one place?

Well, she must be extremely disoriented.

The effect of a very low blood sugar
level is a lot like when you have too

to drink.

You mean all of a sudden I become
irresistibly dashing and sexy?

Although, wait, that's when you have too
much to drink.

Tell you what, why don't you go get
tanked up, come back around 11 .30?

Get this straight, Fielding.

I don't like you.

You're nauseating, your hair looks
stupid, and you smell like Vaseline.

Frankly, an evening with you would be
about as much fun as draining a prostate

infection.

I guarantee it.

foreplay?

Sorry,

ma 'am. I was looking for a thick lady.

Please climb down and go on about your
daily business.

Sir, I was wondering if you've seen a
woman wandering the halls.

Her name's Rod.

She's black, around 30, about this tall.

missing for over an hour.

We're worried because she's not really
rational and there's no telling what she

could do.

So I can see her. Will you please let us
know?

Ms.

Sullivan, you find anything down in the
holding cell?

my undivided... Sir!

Sir! The elevators are out again.

What, we're supposed to look for Rod
using the stairs? This is a 27 -story

building. And me without my odor eaters.

Look, Judge, I don't want to be a
nudgenik, but you've only got 10 minutes

before the president gets here.

The president?

As in the guy who sleeps with a woman he
calls Mommy?

He's leading the Pledge of Allegiance
with the Solid Gold Dancers.

I can't believe you got the president of
the United States to be in that show.

Hey, it was the best we could do on
short notice.

Tony Orlando canceled.

I'm exhausted.

Yeah, maybe we should lie down for a
minute.

Pull it right there, doctor. Maybe you
don't like the way I try to break the

tension here, but don't tell me I don't
care about Roz.

Because I do.

Deeply.

I'm sorry, Dan. I didn't know.

Yeah, well, there's lots of things you
don't know about me.

For instance, my mouth can generate a
suction of over 800 pounds per second.

Hey, what are you guys doing up here?

But then again, what the hell am I doing
up here?

on with Ross.

Let's just say the forecast calls for a
widely scattered bailiff.

If we can get her down off that wall, I
can stabilize her with an injection of

glucagon, but we don't have much time.

Matt called the rescue team. They said
not to do anything that would upset her.

That's right.

Otherwise, it's one small step for Ross,
one giant splat for Manny.

Wouldn't you like to straddle something
down here where it's safe?

My life is nothing but a faster and
piler doggy donut.

Sir, why don't you let me talk to her? I
think she'll listen to me.

Roz, I know it's terrible to find out
you've got diabetes, but...

No matter how tough things get, no
matter how many times things beat you

you just gotta stop and think for a
second that life really is worth living.

You know, from this angle, your head
looks like a toilet brush.

Harry, this is Mac.

You better come down here right away and
talk to Mr. Sherman.

Mac, I just walked up ten floors. What
the hell's so important that he can't

wait two minutes?

They're killing somebody downstairs.

You don't want to miss that, do you,
babe?

How about that? From this height, a gob
of spit can dent the roof of a car.

All right, this is my final warning.

Everybody step back or I'll flick my
bit.

Sir, there's a basic equation here
you're not getting.

Sir. It's the Secret Service. They want
to blow Sherman away. What should we do?

Sir,

come on. There's no time to screw
around. Come on.

Excuse me, folks. This is Judge Stone.

Give me a minute.

I think I can talk to him.

Your Honor, I've had a lot of experience
with hostage situations.

I think our best bet is to shut off the
air conditioning, not let him have any

food, then wait for negotiations to
break down and shoot him.

I want someone to listen to me already.

Okay, Mr. Sherman, I am listening to
you. Judge Stone!

It's the president. He's calling from
our TV truck downstairs.

I gotta take this.

Hi, Mr. President.

Judge Harry Stone.

Well, I know the show must go on, sir.

But I think I can resolve all this just
by talking to the guy.

Too risky.

I think our only prudent course is open
gunplay. Listen, fathead, the one thing

we don't need is having a trigger -happy
lunatic in charge.

I know, Mr. President, I wasn't talking
to you.

Yes, I'm sure you do get that sort of
thing all the time.

It's your technical director.

Yeah.

Larry, he's the president. If he wants
to play with the knobs, let him.

What?

Red alert, men.

Possible threat to the president.

They're reporting some horrible behemoth
scaling the wall of this building.

Call in the chopper.

I don't... Hold on, please. I've got to
call in the other line.

Do you mind? It's personal.

Come on, people!

Let's mambo!

I hope when I go, it's with as much
dignity.

you with his hands

look

you

gotta get downstairs I'm afraid
something's gonna happen to that Sherman

what makes you say that

if you get your lazy butt out of that
swivel chair once in a while.

Buzz,

please come down from there. Why are you
doing this?

Do you know what my most favorite thing
in the whole world is?

Yes, nude harness racing.

No. It's something I can't ever do
again.

Getting up at three...

Don't eat him either.

See, when I was growing up, my father
worked a swing shift.

I almost never saw him.

But once in a while, he'd come home at 3
in the morning and wake me up without

telling Mom and take me in the kitchen
and make me an ice cream cone.

I'll never forget.

Sitting there on Papa's lap, wrapped up
in a blanket, feeling warm

and safe and loved.

This is it. She's starting to black out.
She needs an injection right now.

Mocha fudge?

I'm up here getting frozen jujubees over
mocha fudge?

That's not it, Dan. It's the connection
with her father.

That's why she's so upset now.

sense. Makes some sense. She's willing
to turn herself into a crater over ice

cream and you're telling me it makes
sense?

Give me this.

Dan, you can't. It's dangerous. She's
out of her mind. She could hurt you.

How do I use this?

You have to stick it in her buttocks.

Dan Fielding, up close and personal.

There. Rather.

Behind your back.

New Jersey.

Back off, Dan.

Roz, listen to me.

You need to take this or you'll die.

No, you're the one who's going to die.

Roz, listen, I know why you're lashing
out.

You may think you're hurting me, but in
reality, you're just hurting yourself.

Touch me again, and I'll kick you where
it hurts. Oh, my God, she's gonna fall

off! Be careful!

Aw, look at the birdie.

Pretty birdie.

Rosalind, you get down here right now.

Who's that?

It's me.

It's Papa.

Papa, you're home.

Yes, baby, I'm home.

Papa, I miss... you.

I missed you too, sweetheart.

Why don't you come on down? We'll sit.
We'll talk a little.

Papa, I don't feel good.

I know you're hurting, baby.

But I'm here to tell you, Papa can make
it all better.

Prompt.

That's my girl.

Yeah. Come on down.

Good girl. Come over here and sit on
Papa's lap, huh?

There.

Can we have some ice cream?

Sure.

Mocha fudge?

Two scoops.

Papa,

I... Hey, you're not my Papa.

That's right.

And this ain't no ice cream cone.

Thank God, Dan. That was brilliant,
pretending to be her father.

I just have one question.

How could she have hit you like that and
not have it affect you?

Adrenaline. What do you mean,
adrenaline?

Adrenaline. When a person gets very
excited or frightened, their body starts

pumping adrenaline and they can do just
about anything.

Oh, really?

Yes, until it wears off.

We heard shots.

What the hell is this?

I was attacked and compelled to use
deadly force.

On a mosquito?

He was hopped up on drugs.

I have the strength of ten mosquitoes.

Mr. Sherman, maybe we better get to your
list of demands while you still have

the correct number of body openings.

All I want is 30 seconds to speak my
mind.

And I'll release this document
completely unharmed.

That's all you want?

30 seconds to talk to somebody?

Forget it, Your Honor.

If you give this one 30 seconds, the
next one will want 35.

Speak your mind, Mr. Sherman.

I just wanted people to know that the
Constitution says everyone is equal.

And if we don't agree with someone, we
should just live and let live.

But all I ever see is hatred and
intolerance and bigotry, and it's not

to be like that.

Everyone in our country is a child of
this Constitution, and that makes us a

family.

I just want us to treat each other that
way.

That's sick.

Well, Judge, you held up your end of the
bargain, so here you go.

Mr. Sherman, I can't condone your
actions, but you have given us something

think about.

Maybe even something to read.

Take good care of it, Judge, will you?

It's the stuff that dreams are made of.

So! We saved the Constitution and we did
it without having to put 40 or 50

rounds of hot lead into a human being.

Yeah.

It's going to be a long ride home for
the guys.

Mind if I sit down?

No, just shove a section of my face out
of the way.

I decided not to quit my job.

I guess I can live with diabetes after
all.

Oh, grandiose.

You changed your mind.

You did.

They told me what you did for me on the
roof.

You saved my life.

You were directly over my parking space.
The only thing I was saving was my

paint job.

Okay.

No. We're not going to do that this
time, Dan.

Do what?

This stupid song and dance we always do
whenever one of us does something nice.

It's like we can't stand to admit we're
both basically decent human beings who

like each other. And so we put on this
infantile show of hostility.

It's worked great so far.

Well, not anymore.

You know what we're going to do, Dan?

Huh?

You're going to sit there and let me say
thank you.

And then...

I'm gonna kiss you.

You wouldn't.

Don't worry.

I'll make it quick.

You're a good friend, Dan.

And I love you.

Thank you for saving my life.

I saw your butt.