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I think I died and went to heaven.

[Announcer] Tonight on Simon & Simon...

You want us to guard a rack of clothes?

This is the Tracy Penn Fall Classic Collection.

If anything happens to it, we all go down.

I don't think you're old enough.

I'm old enough for anything.

Just stay away from her. Do you hear me?

Then he broke in and grabbed the whole thing.

When I get through with them, they won't be able to get a job

guarding a lamppost.

If this works...

you are gonna be right in the line of fire.

Yep.

♪♪ [theme]

Okay, Tracy. It's a marvelous night.

The champagne is flowing.

All right, now you make your choice.

He's standing right here behind the lens.

Now, zero in.

Yeah.

[chuckles]

Relax.

Stay right there.

All right. Now he says something halfway funny. Laugh.

[chuckles]

All right. Gimme the wide angle.

That's great, Tracy.

Well, I think we've done it this time.

Everything looks great.

Let's hold it down, folks.

It's going very well. You're cooking, Tracy.

Now over here.

What is this?

What is this, some kind of joke or something?

[clicking]

- [gasping] - [Tracy screams]

Aaahh!

Ohh!

[gasping, choking]

- No! - Tracy.

[Tracy sobbing] No!

He's dead.

[gasps] No. He can't be.

Oh, please, God.

[sobbing]

[door slams]

[messages rewinding]

[sighs]

[beep]

[dial tone]

[beep]

Rick. Hi.

Look, we totaled up the damages for the bar furniture

and figured out that your share

comes to a little over 200 bucks.

I hope the hangover was worth it.

[click]

[dial tone]

[machine beeps]

Billy, I told you a thousand

times... Don't point.

- [beep] - Hi, there.

- This is Seaside Mortuary. - Ahhh...

Have you thought about your future?

Have you thought about where you'd like to spend eternal life?

[Woman] Billy! Billy,

you come back in here right this minute! Ohh!

Well, kid oughta learn

that you can't go around killing people.

[over machine] If you would like to receive

additional information on...

- And then, when he grows up... - [crying]

please press the star on your phone.

Maybe he'll know that these things aren't toys.

[Mother] Thanks.

[whimpers]

Hi there. This is

- Seaside Sanctuary... - What's that?

Oh, that. That's, uh,

somebody's machine trying to sell something to our machine.

That'll never work. Our machine

is only a sucker for a sexy voice.

[quick-speed forward] [Woman] Good morning.

This is Celeste Dunn Designs.

- Your firm has been kindly recommended to us. - Celeste Dunn?

We wish to engage your services.

If you're interested in discussing the assignment,

please call us at 555-2321.

[dial tone]

Celeste Dunn Designs.

Why does that ring a bell?

That's where that photographer was killed yesterday.

- Murder? - A murder.

A murder case.

- A murder case. - Oh, boy. It's about time

we had something we could sink our teeth into.

A murder. Great.

Uh, excuse me.

We're looking for Celeste Dunn.

It's about time you two got here.

Is it?

Neither one of you are really

the Tom Selleck type, though, are you?

Oh, well. You'll have to do.

Now, um, you're gonna have to be

on your absolute best behavior

'cause we're really way behind schedule,

what with all the problems we've been having.

The press showing is, uh, oh, boy,

four days away. We are never gonna make it.

- Mmm. - You'll be perfect

for our post-preppy collection.

We may have to cut your hair

- a bit, though. - [Rick laughs]

Uh...[sighs]

I really didn't want the country and western look.

Where did you get that hat?

It's absolutely Neanderthal.

I like this hat.

Yeah, uh... excuse me, ma'am.

What he's trying to say is, I think

you've got us confused with somebody else.

Uh, wait a minute. You're not from the modeling agency?

Uh, no, ma'am.

We're Simon & Simon Investigations.

Oh, you're the detectives.

[sighs] Well, that explains the hat.

In that case, we have to go the other direction.

Follow me.

Positively Neanderthal.

Oh. I'm sorry. Oh.

Excuse me.

Nice hat.

Come on, Rick. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

- Rick, we're losing her. - But you didn't...

Come on. Pretty girl down here. Down here. Come on.

It's wrong! It's totally and absolutely wrong!

Now, Tracy, I can't go through this again with you.

If you can't design things the way I ask for them...

- This is exactly the way you asked for! - It's not short enough!

This is the '80s, not the '50s.

If you want to design clothes for matrons,

go work for a uniform supply house.

This is the exact length we discussed, Tracy. Look.

- It is not! Not! - Ow! What? For...

I don't see how you expect me to work with such imbeciles, Mother.

I can't. I just can't.

Tracy, come back here.

I told you I want a doll.

Brooke's got a doll. I want a doll, too...

The Tracy Penn doll. I want one.

I want to see it on display in all the stores for Christmas.

I am working on it, dear.

Hi. I'm Tracy Penn.

Y... I'm A.J. Simon.

I'll bet the A stands... for... Andrew?

Very good!

What about the J?

Yeah. Nothing special.

[sigh]

Tracy?

I have a terrible headache, Mother.

I think I'm gonna lie down in my dressing room.

Would you like to see my dressing room?

Um... Tracy.

I hope I see you again.

I... I hope so, too. [chuckles]

Got over her shyness real quick, didn't she?

- [clears throat] - Who's the, uh, muscleman over there?

That's Gilbert Dunn, Celeste's husband.

Ah.

Wonder what he eats for breakfast.

Small foreign cars, probably.

[woman chuckles]

Celeste.

These are the two detectives that you called.

Oh. Good.

Hi. I'm Celeste Dunn.

Hi. I'm Rick Simon. My brother A.J.

- How do you do? - You've met Diana?

- This is my husband Gil. - Hi.

I'm going to take them to the vault, Gil.

Why don't you check and see

if those Italian pumps have been delivered yet?

Oh, I just did. They're, uh...

- Excuse us. - Nice meeting you.

I'm sorry if I couldn't be more specific on the telephone.

But it wouldn't surprise me if my lines were bugged.

I know that sounds terribly paranoid,

but we're exactly one week away

from our fall press showing.

A year's work... and the jobs of 127 people

are riding on its success.

This is the Tracy Penn

Fall Classic Collection.

It's our flagship.

If anything happens to it, we all go down.

You're afraid of sabotage?

Exactly.

By someone who will stop at nothing,

including murder.

And you want us to find out

who that someone is.

I already know who it is.

[A.J.] Uh, you do?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, well, uh... Wait a minute. You mean...

It's the same person who murdered your photographer?

Jason Wolcott.

Jason... - Wolcott. - Ah.

The top designer in the country today.

Or he was until Tracy Penn came over to me.

Have you told this to the police?

Of course. They're investigating.

Well, I'm not really sure

what you need us for.

I need you to protect the collection.

[Rick laughs]

You want us to guard a rack of clothes?

Well, of course.

What did you think I needed you for?

We're detectives.

We solve murders.

We locate missing persons.

We provide industrial security.

We do not watch clothes!

[snoring]

[muttering softly]

- Model. - [springs creak]

[muttering]

Rise and shine!

Rise and shine.

- You rise. You shine. Get outta here. - Hey.

We just got a phone call

from Celeste Dunn Designs, Inc.

Not the Tracy Penn Fall Fashion Collection.

You got it.

Somebody broke in and grabbed the whole thing.

Oh, we can't have that.

Who rides for justice?

It was Jason Wolcott.

He was the one who killed Jean-Claude.

Now he steals her collection.

What more do you need?

Get a warrant, for God's sake!

Uh, please, Ms. Dunn, could you be reasonable?

Try to understand that so far,

there isn't any evidence.

Don't tell me he didn't do it!

It's clear he's out to ruin me!

Mmhh!

Where the hell - have you been? - Home.

Asleep.

These two work for you?

Not anymore they don't.

And when I get through with them,

they won't be able to get a job guarding a lamppost.

Are you two hired to protect these clothes of Ms. Dunn?

That's right. We secured the clothes in the vault

last night around 10:00. Checked all the doors

and windows. Told the security guard to give us a call...

You should've been here all night!

We weren't paying you to sleep.

As I recall, we're being paid by Celeste Dunn.

If anybody's got anything to say about it, it's her.

Uh, don't. No, sir. You don't want to

do anything like that.

Do you have any idea how they got into the building?

Well, no. We haven't determined that just yet.

Ask Jason Wolcott. He could tell you.

Now, Ms. Dunn, you're gonna have to be careful

about making these accusations.

After all, Jason Wolcott

is a highly respected member of the community.

And what am I, a social disease?

- God sakes, Celeste. - No.

For my sake. [sigh]

It's my career and reputation

that's on the line here.

Oh? And what about me?

Don't you think I'm a little concerned about this?

I am the vice president.

Could we talk to you in private, please?

- Come on. - What am I doing outside?

Got a little surprise for you. Come on.

You know, I don't think you realize

- how important those clothes... - We realize.

You made that quite clear. As a matter of fact,

on a scale of 1 to 10...

Then why are you so damn casual?

I mean, you don't know what [muffled]...

Thank you.

Unh!

Uh-uh.

The Tracy Penn Fall Classic Collection

by Celeste Dunn Designs.

We didn't just fall off the turnip truck, you know.

Now, if I take my hand away from your mouth,

you promise not to scream?

Sorry about that.

We didn't want the police to hear.

We want 'em to go ahead and file their report

saying that the Tracy Penn line was stolen.

Who knows? They might even come up with something.

They've been known to solve a case every once in a while.

But I don't understand.

It's very simple. Rick and I switched the racks.

We found some old clothes down in one of the storage areas.

We hung them on Tracy's rack,

covered it up, and wheeled it into the vault.

You mean the thieves got away with...

Mm-hmm. Some of your old designs.

See, what we did was we put the real clothes in the bags there.

Then we parked ourselves right over there,

and we watched.

And when the janitor brought the bags out,

we picked 'em up and took 'em home with us.

[laughs]

[laughs] You're both, um... Well, you're...

brilliant! [laughs]

- Come on... - Mmm!

Yes, we are.

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

[knocking]

What is going on over there?

I thought you said you were in control of everything.

Look at you. You're all over the road.

[sigh] I'm doing the best I can,

with Celeste calling the shots.

We both know I can run that business

better than she ever did.

If there's a business left to run.

I want those detectives fired.

You can at least do that, can't you?

Only Celeste... Only Celeste can do that.

Oh... [sighs]

Poor baby.

It's no fun being caught

between a rock and a hard place, is it?

[laughs] You want to play rough?

Hmm?

Hmm?

Mmm...

Mmm, mmm. [chuckles]

Uh-uh.

First... what are we gonna do about Jason?

Well, just, uh...

hope he has better luck the next time.

If he does steal the collection,

be a big help to us.

He wants more than the collection.

He wants Tracy back.

Her contract's with Celeste.

He wants more than her contract.

Hey. She's 18 now, Viv.

You are not going to be able

to keep the wolves from snapping at her forever.

Excuse me, Mr. Wolcott.

We're ready for you, sir.

Is there any problem?

No, sir. No problem whatsoever.

Bravo.

This is very good.

I must admit, Celeste,

it's very, very good.

This is, uh, Celeste's fall showing...

from three years ago.

It's dreadful. It's beyond me how it sold.

It's also worthless.

Burn it.

And get rid of the racks.

Mr. Simon?

Uh, would you excuse us

for just a... a little bit?

Sure.

[chuckles] Yeah.

All I need is one minute.

Okay. Go.

Tell me why Celeste is so sure

that Jason Wolcott's out to ruin her.

Tracy Penn used to be exclusive with Wolcott.

He found her, signed her when she was 13.

One could say he made her what she is today.

One could say

that you're just a little bit cynical.

Me? Hey, I just work here.

Tracy wanted her own label.

Jason refused. He... wanted

to keep her modeling his designs only.

Celeste got wind of it somehow

and finagled Tracy into changing sides.

Now, Celeste was never real proud of herself for doing that,

but, um...

business is business, you know.

And your minute's up.

[chuckles]

All right, sweetheart, that's lovely.

Okay. Now, tilt your head

just a little more to the side.

A little bit forward with your head.

Okay? Great.

Okay. Beautiful.

Lovely. Okay.

A little to the side, please.

Now, stay with... Stay with me, please. Stay with me.

All right, chin up.

Yeah. Nice.

That's it.

A little bit forward with your head. Great.

Uh-huh.

Lovely.

Yeah. It's beautiful.

[camera clicks]

[no audible dialogue]

Chin down, just a little.

Mm-hmm.

[camera clicks]

That's great.

Vivian says that Tracy could concentrate better

if, uh, you weren't here.

[photographer] Okay, shake your hair.

Oh, really. Great.

Well, why don't you tell Vivian that I'm working?

Unless someone wants to fire me...

or throw me out.

Didn't you used to be a Mr. Universe or something?

[photographer] Chin up. Chin up.

I mean, I'm talking about a long time ago.

Maybe I'm mistaken.

Okay. Now just, uh, chin down just a little bit.

- Okay. - [camera clicking]

Up, and turn back just a little bit.

Toward me. Toward me. Yeah.

Listen, moisten your lips just a little bit.

Nice. Okay.

Thank you. Listen, kiddo,

we're gonna need a lot more spirit on this,

a lot more fire.

Just forget it.

Okay, everybody, we're gonna take a break.

What's wrong?

It's obvious. She misses Jean-Claude.

She doesn't miss Jean-Claude.

What's bothering her is the jerk

that you got to replace Jean-Claude.

Perry is the best we could do

on such short notice, Vivian.

We have to have those pictures.

If we don't have those pictures

to release at the press showing,

the fashion writers will have nothing to use in their articles.

Even I could've found somebody better than that.

Maybe we should try to see if somebody else is available.

I told you I checked everybody.

It's the height of the season.

Where are you going to find a good photographer

who is not working at the height of the season?

There's got to be somebody.

It wouldn't hurt to take another look.

Then get somebody else.

If you think you can.

But you'd better hurry.

It's three days to the press showing and counting.

[sigh]

Hello, Andrew.

Hello, Tracy.

I take mine with sugar.

I didn't know models were allowed to have anything sweet.

Well, some things need sugar,

and some things are sweet on their very own.

That's true.

[Tracy] Thanks.

It must be very exciting to be a private detective.

Very.

[camera clicks]

Really nice.

Okay. Yeah. Right over here, now. That's it.

[camera clicks]

May I speak to you for a moment over here, please?

[photographer] Right. Yeah. I love it.

Nice.

Oh, beautiful! Hold it there.

Yeah, a little more of that. Go. More.

More.

I want you to listen to me.

I want you to listen to me very carefully.

This may be just about

the most important week in Tracy's life.

Now, Tracy may be 18.

She's still my concern, Mr. Simon.

Totally my concern.

She doesn't need

any more distractions right now.

So stay away from her.

Do you hear me?

Moisten your lips for me. Stay away.

Not so fast, Mrs. Penn.

I happen to be a professional.

In fact, I happen to be

the professional who saved your daughter's career last night.

Now, you correct me if I'm wrong,

but it's my understanding that if the thieves

had gotten away with the Tracy Penn Collection,

it would've pretty much ruined whatever it is

that's at stake for you and Tracy.

Am I right?

[photographer] Moisten your lips.

And one more little thing.

For your information, the only thing

that Tracy wanted from me was coffee.

[snickers] Coffee...

and a little casual conversation.

But if she should want something else from me...

if she should want me to take her out...

or even to take her home, for instance...

I would make that decision regardless of what you might think.

Do you understand?

Mr. Wolcott?

That'll be all, Antonio. Grazie molto.

Yes, sir. Good night, Mr. Wolcott.

I guess you were outsmarted.

It's only round 1, my darling.

Well, you'd better not miss next time.

I won't.

Here's to our, uh...

soon-to-be renewed relationship.

Just make sure you get your hands on the collection

before the press showing.

Are you sure that you can talk your mother

into signing with me again?

If the collection disappears, what choice will she have?

Celeste will look totally incompetent.

Well.

Vivian could take you to another designer.

Jason. You and Celeste are the best.

Believe me, Mother knows on which side her bread is buttered.

You really hate her, don't you?

Let's just say I'm tired of her telling me what to do.

I mean, she doesn't even ask me.

She went to Celeste, arranged the deal, then told me about it.

I had no say, no say whatsoever.

I was happy with you, Jason.

Really happy.

I resent Mother taking me away from you.

So, those are the real clothes, huh?

This? That's garbage.

Garbage? If it's garbage,

then why are you taking it home?

We like garbage.

Yeah. We're sort of collectors.

You know. Collectors, huh?

Good night. Good night.

[hinges squeak]

Yep.

- Hey, Marvin. - What?

- Come here. Take a look. - What?

Somebody threw away two perfectly good white guys.

You're kidding.

Take a look.

You're not kidding.

Hey, man. You guys all right?

[Rick grunts]

[sighs]

[Marvin gurgling]

[swallows]

Ohh... Ohh...

Unhh.

Oh... can I buy into some of that?

Buy?

You mean, like, money?

Oh, yeah. Ha... Hang on a minute.

I got it here someplace.

[exhales] Yeah. [sniffles]

There you go.

Hey, now you're talking.

Here.

Hey.

[choking]

[coughs]

[exhales sharply]

[clears throat, coughs]

[sighs] Mmhh!

[clears throat] Mmhh!

[spits]

[Rick, groaning] Mmhh!

Ohh... [exhales lengthily]

Thank you.

Oh, that's all right.

What are brothers for?

Hey, why don't the two of you come with us?

I heard the government is giving away some cheese someplace,

and we're gonna find out where.

Ah... No, I'd, uh... Uh, we'll pass.

Oh.

Well, that's cool.

Come on, Hector.

[whistles]

You okay?

Uhh... Here you go.

[grunts]

Ohh!

- Uhhh... - Ooh.

What happened?

Well, uh, do you remember the guys

- with the automatics? - Yeah.

Well, they asked us to get out of the truck.

Yeah?

And then, as near as I can figure,

they dropped the truck on us.

Sounds reasonable.

Open them.

Well, empty them.

[phone rings]

Well, this is very distressing, Antonio.

Very distressing, indeed.

Telephone, Mr. Wolcott.

Who is it?

It's a woman. She didn't say.

She said it was important, though.

This is Jason Wolcott speaking.

Darling.

I'm completely taken by surprise.

Meet you?

Now?

Well, why don't you come over here?

Then where?

Good.

No, no, no. That's fine.

Yes, I'll come alone.

No. I won't say a word to anyone.

Excellent.

I'm going out.

Leave this here.

We'll have a long discussion about it when I get back.

[A.J.] I knew this wouldn't work. We've lost the signal.

[Rick] Well, you gotta be patient with this stuff.

[smacking]

[fast beeping]

Just gotta know how to handle

electronic equipment.

[beeping]

Now we're getting close. Get over in the right lane.

Looks like we're heading for the high-rent district.

Now entering Wolcott country.

Please, God, don't let there be dogs.

[Rick] There are always dogs.

[footsteps, dog whimpers]

[Rick] What'd I tell you? Never met a guard dog

didn't like beef jerky.

Wonderful.

What do we give him on the way out?

Oh.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the Tracy Penn Fall Collection.

Well, well, well.

Would you look at this.

Place like this ought to have a phone somewhere.

Looks like Celeste Dunn was right.

Uh, we found, uh, these fabrics,

which we can prove came from Celeste's shop,

and this bug, which we can prove is ours.

This is ridiculous, lieutenant.

These two broke in here,

planted all of this to make Mr. Wolcott look guilty.

I've never seen any of this stuff before.

Demand to talk to this Wolcott, not his hired help.

I am more than Mr. Wolcott's hired help.

Oh, yeah?

Does that mean

you do all his dirty work for him?

Maybe you're the one put the scratch-and-sniff film

in Jean-Claude's camera.

No... Hey, hold it, hold it!

That's enough!

All right, now.

We gotta find Jason Wolcott.

- [tires screeching] - Aah!

[thud]

He's dead.

He's dead.

You're getting very good at this, my darling.

Of course I hated him.

Wolcott was a slug,

a pimple on the face of humanity.

He was out to destroy me.

I'm glad he's dead.

But I didn't kill him.

If I were you, I'd forget

about the slug and the pimple and, uh,

concentrate on the "I didn't kill him" part.

[A.J.] Police think they have a case against you, Celeste.

It was your car.

But it was stolen.

[sighs heavily] Celeste...

when you declare war on a man

and that man is then creased by your car,

"It was stolen" is not a satisfactory explanation.

But that's the truth.

Don't you believe me?

Well, let's just say that, um,

"It was stolen, and I was somewhere else

when the murder happened" would be a lot better.

[A.J.] Where were you at, say, 3:30 a.m.?

I was, uh, home in bed.

With Gil?

We have separate bedrooms.

[sighs]

And you didn't... We didn't.

His door was closed when I got home.

And I was exhausted.

I was sound asleep from 12:30 on.

I didn't wake up until the police came this morning.

[sighs]

Where are you going?

To get you outta here.

I think we managed to put her mind to rest.

How are we gonna get her outta there?

We set a trap, and whoever springs it's our killer.

Look how the other guys bought it.

The photographer has a thing for Tracy.

He gets hit with a third-stage smog alert.

Then Wolcott, we figure, had something going with her.

Next thing you know, he's wearing tire tracks.

Little lady's got something contagious.

You had all your shots?

Am I the only bait we've got for this trap?

You know, if this works...

we're gonna be right in the line of fire.

Hmm. If this works,

you are going to be right in the line of fire.

Vivian.

Excuse me.

Would you be kind enough to tell me where I could find Tracy?

She's in the workroom.

And she doesn't want to be disturbed.

I think I'll let her tell me that.

[imitates soft gunshot]

[sighs loudly]

Put sugar in it.

Not too much.

Thanks.

My whole life is coming apart in front of me.

It can seem that way sometimes.

I feel so helpless.

All I can do is cry.

Take me out on a date, A.J.

Please?

Make me laugh or something.

Oh, I don't know. You're a little too old for me.

Tonight?

We'll get hamburgers.

Be a cheap date.

Tracy, I would like to see you tonight.

But not a date, exactly.

How disappointing.

There's some questions that I want to ask you.

Some very rough questions.

But if you're up to it,

I think you could help us figure out

who killed Jason Wolcott and who killed Jean-Claude.

You don't think it was Celeste?

I know it wasn't Celeste. I have proof of that at home,

proof that I want you to see.

No, d... Look, don't even ask me, 'cause I won't tell you.

But I do what you to see it.

Well, how can I help?

Are you sure you want to? It's going to be rough.

I'm sure.

Then I'll take you out tonight.

But it won't be hamburgers.

Whoop.

Thank you.

Yeah. Uh, uh, uh.

I don't think you're old enough for that.

I'm old enough for anything.

Not quite anything.

I've been trying to figure out why I like you.

I think it's because everybody else

wants to use me, even my mother.

But you don't.

You don't want anything from me.

Well, I don't think I'd go that far.

[rattling]

[door closes]

Put it down!

Put it down!

All right, now step away from it.

What was the plan, Gil?

That you wait here in the dark

until A.J. and Tracy showed up?

Hide and see if you could see what the evidence was?

That might've been a little bit of a problem.

'Cause if A.J. had shown it to Tracy,

you'd have to kill both of 'em.

And Mama Penn wouldn't like losing her meal ticket.

Maybe you were gonna search the place...

see if you could find the evidence for yourself.

Or maybe you figured out A.J. was bluffing, huh?

Aw, come on. What was it?

So.

You ready for some rough questions?

No, but go ahead.

Were you having an affair with Jean-Claude?

What if I was?

Jason Wolcott?

Hey, Tracy.

I'm not passing judgment on you.

You've had no childhood at all.

You went straight from 13 to 35.

And you missed a lot of good years in between.

And I suspect you're lonely.

But listen to me. I am not trying

to pry into your sex life.

It's just that the two men

who came between you and your mother

are both dead.

I'll tell you what.

Let's just call the lieutenant,

ask him to come over here

and you can explain why you broke into my brother's house.

Uh, that's far enough right there.

[chuckles]

Now you're gambling

that I won't shoot you in cold blood. Right?

- [click] - Think again, turkey.

I don't believe this. [chuckles]

I got real bullets in here, and you keep coming.

Now...

Well, come on, then.

I lost my appetite.

Well, let's go to your place,

and you can show me the evidence.

Tracy, there isn't any evidence.

That was just a bluff for your mother's sake,

a trap, if you will.

By now...

that trap should be sprung.

[clattering]

[grunting]

[growling]

[knocking]

You're home early.

What's wrong?

What are you two doing here?

Tracy?

What's going on?

Evening, ma'am.

Gilbert Dunn has given us,

uh, quite a remarkable statement.

We'd like to have one from you downtown.

Mother.

Hey, you sure you don't want to come with us?

Look, Rick, Tracy and I

are just gonna get a platonic pizza...

- [laughs] - and see a flick.

I'm serious.

Hey. I wouldn't ask you if I didn't want you.

Oh, I'm, uh... you know,

feeling kind of achy and tired.

I think I'm coming down with a cold. You guys go ahead.

[sniffles] Okay.

- Now, you take care of yourself. - Uh-huh.

Drink plenty of orange juice.

Okay.

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

[door closes]

Ah.

[whistling]

[continues whistling]

Hi. It's me. I forgot...

What's going on?

I thought you were coming down with a cold.

I am. I am.

But I don't think it's gonna be too bad

- 'cause I'm doing everything you said, see? - [doorbell rings]

I'm taking vitamin C and drinking a lot of fluids.

- Uh-huh. - Don't answer that. There's no need to.

- It's just an old buddy of mine from the Corps. - Uh-huh. Yeah?

[sighs] Hi, buddy.

Uh-huh.

Nice hat.

[both chuckle]

[chuckling]