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CHARLIE:
Once upon a time,

there were three little girls
who went to the police academy,

two in Los Ange/es. ..

the other, in San Francisco,

and they were each assigned
very hazardous duties...

hut / took them away
from all that,

and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

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[SPOON TAPPING]

[SPOON TAPPING]

Are you all right?

Cops.

Now what do we do?

One ding in it, pal,

no tip.

That's him.

It's the same license.

Hey, you're, uh,

Sue Kanlrelle's
husband,

aren't you?

Back home
it was Susan.

Now it is Sue.

The times
are sure changing.

What” you have?

Bourbon, straight.

You got it.

Mr. Kantrelle?

We'd like to
talk to you for...

for a moment outside,
it we could.

Well, who are you?

Can't we discuss that
outside?

Sorry.

I've gotta
hang in here.

My wife's about to make
her singing debut.

Believe me,
it's important.

Well, so is this.

She'll have my hide
if I walk out on...

Just get up
and walk slow...

please.

Get in.

Hey, look, I'm not getting...

Going anywhere

unless you guys tell me
what this is all about.

We'll tell you
in the car.

Tell me now!

[PLAYING RAGTIME MUSIC]

CHARLIE: Now, the last one
to see Larry Kantrel/e

was the club
parking attendant,

who went to get
his dump truck.

Dump truck?

Larry sells
sand and gravel

tor a living.

Mrs. Kantrelle,

you have no idea

where your husband
might have gone?

No.

We have been having
some problems lately

and Larry
gets mad a lot

and then
he walks out,

but he always cools off
in an hour or two

Mrs. Kantrelle,

have you called
friends or relatives?

You know,

sometimes angry husbands
take refuge

in places like that.

Yes.

I have called everyone
I could think of,

and no one has seen
or heard from Larry.

It's okay.

Did you check the hospitals
and talk to the police?

Yes.

Larry gets a little
wild sometimes,

and hurtful,

but I love him,

and I know
that he loves me.

Oh, if I don't
hear from him soon,

Ijust know I'm gonna go
a little bit crazy.

Mrs. Kantrelle brought

some pictures
of her husband.

Thanks, Bos.

Your husband's
very attractive,

Mrs. Kantrelle.

Yes. Yes, you are not
the first one

to notice that.

Larry has a...
way with women,

if you know
what I mean.

Well, try not to worry,
Mrs. Kantrelle.

When it comes

to finding
missing persons,

we've got a pretty fair
batting average.

[TWANGING ON INTERCOM]

Charlie, what is that sound?

Oh, that’s

an East lndian
stringed instrument

called a sitar,

and since
Mrs. Kantrelle

is a musician,

it reminded me,

I've been meaning

to broaden my
cultural horizons.

Charlie,

you're learning how
to play the sitar?

lhadnt
thought of that,

but what a marvelous
idea, Kris.

Thank you.

Well, good luck, Angels.

What?

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Grasshopper, right?

Scotch, rocks.

You look
like the grasshopper type.

No, I rarely drink
anything green.

Do me a favor?

I thought
you'd never ask.

I'm looking fora man.

l'lljoin a gym,

I'll lose weight,
l’ll dye my hair,

I'll stand on a box.

What else
do you want?

Well, I have
somebody in particular

in mind.

What can he do
that I can't do?

He disappears.

His name's Kantrelle. Larry.
His wife sings here.

Not yet, she hasn't. She was
supposed to start yesterday,

but he walked out
on her

and she got very
upset and split.

Hmm. Listen,
when he walked out,

what kind ofshape
was he in?

He seemed all right.

He left with two guys
who came in for him.

These two guys,

do you remember
what they looked like?

Well, one...

one was dark-haired
and walked with a limp,

like he tripped
over his own nose.

The other guy was red-headed
and, uh...

big type.

Did Larry know these two guys?

He didn't seem too thrilled
to be with them.

Thanks.

I never let a lady
pay for her drink
on a Tuesday.

But it's Monday.

So, I'll see you tomorrow?

You know something?

You don't need a box
to stand on at all.

Maybe you're right.

I feel taller already.

[LAUGHING]

[PENCIL SNAPS]

0h...

[RINGS]

Townsend Agency!

CHARLIE: Bosley,
why are you shouting?

Was I shouting?

Can't you
hear yourself?

Oh, well, yes...

I suppose...

Yes, I guess I was.

Good. Already we've
accomplished something.

[KNOCKING]

Come in.

Is there any word yet

as to Kantrel/e's
whereabouts?

Uh, Kantrelle?
No, nothing yet, Charlie.

[KNOCKING]

It's open! It is open!

You're shouting
again, Bostey.

Yes, I know.

Charlie, I'm sorry.

It's just that I'm
a little agitated.

Why are you agitated?

Because, Charlie,

lam stuck
here in the office

with a lot
of paperwork

and I hate...

paperwork.

Here's Mrs. Chicken.

What's that?

It's just my lunch,
Charlie.

What can I
help you with?

There's a friend of mine
at police headquarters.

He's head of Missing Persons.

/ want you to call him.
Tell him what we're doing.

There's always
an outside chance

he could help us.

Legs, right?

Breasts.

His name
is Paul Erewitz.

lieutenant
Paul Erewitz.

But it says legs here.

Breasts.

How do you
spell that, Charlie?

Erewitz.

E-R-E--

Whoops.

Hold it, Charlie.

Now, what
is wrong now?

I broke another pencil.

This is getting to be

a very expensive
conversation.

Nope. It says legs.

You get legs.

I ordered breasts.

B-R-E--

No, Bos/ey.

E—R-E.

Just a minute.

Excuse me, Charlie.

lam talking to Mrs. Chicken.

What was that?

Uh, there is
a young lady

standing here in
the front of my desk

with a chicken
on the top of her head.

Did you say a chicken
on her head?

Yes. It's my lunch.

Your lunch ?

l ook, look,

ill tell you what,
Bos/ey.

I'll call
Lieutenant Erewitz.

You get some rest.

Here, please.

Aha. Right here.

John Bosley,

Townsend Agency...

Breasts.

0h, gee.

Well, uh...

guess what?

You have no breasts?

I gave them to the cobbler
on Pico Boulevard,

so try the legs.

Did you get
the ammonia?

Yeah.

How's he doing?

He started
to come around,

then he folded again.

Maybe we should
take him

to the hospital.

That's brilliant.

That is really brilliant.

They get him conscious,
he screams for a cop,

and we're out
five million.

You wake up.
Wake up, man.

Come on, Kantrelle.

Take it easy.

Come on.

Hey, you know
what I think?

I think we should

get a hold
of his wife.

She might know something.

SUE: All I know
is that I want him back.

Don't ask me why.

Ever since
we left North Carolina

and moved to the big city,

he has been 10 miles
of bad road.

Culture shock?

Ego shock.

You see, back there,

I used to sing
hillbilly songs

in beer taverns.

I don't know.

I never got
very much attention.

And now you do?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I don't know.

My little career

is just something to help me
keep my head straight.

Larry just doesn't
see it that way.

Country boy kind ofjealous
of his city wife, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, when this country boy
gets green-eyed,

he can get
mighty difficult to live with.

Full of cute, little tricks
to embarrass me.

Like driving his dump truck
to your opening?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, when he pulls
stunts like that...

I don't know

whether to spank him
or make love to him.

Yeah.

[KNOCKING]

0h. Uh...

Listen, I really am
in no shape for visitors.

I'll tell you what.

You just go back
in the bedroom

and I'll, uh...

I'll get rid
of them, okay?

Thank you.

Hello.

Mrs. Kantrelle?

Uh, no. I'm sorry.

She's not here
right now.

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lthink

I'm looking at her
right now.

Kelly! Kelly!

Kelly!

Check on her.

Okay.

Let's get
out of here.

Whoa.

Lost them.
You okay?

Can you die from a hit
on the crazybone?

I don't think so.

Can you go crazy?

You probably could.

What happened?

Well, Mrs. Kantrelle

just got a couple
of visitors.

What do you mean?

Well, evidently

they saw Kelly
playing your guitar

and they thought
she was you.

Well, what did they want?

Well, you figure that one,

we could probably
find your husband.

I do not see

how this is going to work.

Sue, you have to have

a little confidence
in us.

Now, they think
Kelly is you.

We want them to keep on
thinking that.

Yeah, but who are those two?

Well, the bartender
at the club said
that Larry left there

with a red-haired man
and a man with a limp.

Now, that sounds
like our two friends

that tried
to get in here.

Exactly.

Okay, fine,
but why did they come here?

I mean,
what did they want with me?

KELLY:
That's what we're
going to find out,

Mrs. Kantrelle.

When and if
they make another
move for you--

me--

we'll be ready.

Meanwhile, we'll
put you in a hotel,

out ofsight
and safe.

Bye.

Listen, I love my husband.

ljust want him back.

Look, you just try
not to worry about it,

and we'll let you know as soon
as we get anything, okay?

Be back in an hour.

All right. Bye-bye.

Phew.

That's it.

Okay, how
do we play it?

Well, you're going to be
Sue Kantrelle

here and at
the restaurant.

Now, ifthey try to
grab you, we grab them.

Bosley will be close by
to protect you,

and we'll work it out
with the restaurant owner.

With my singing,

I'm going to need more
than Bosley to protect me.

Hey, wait a minute.
You told me you were
lead alto in glee club.

Listen, as an alto in
glee club, l was fair,

but as a torch singer
in a supper club,

no way.

What is your vocal range?

Poor to awful.

I got it.

What we need here, you see,
is the right dress.

There's a direct correlation

between a woman's chest
and a man's ears.

l have not heard
this theory before.

I haven't either.

Well, you see,

the lower the neckline,
the more tone deaf they are.

Oh, that is very tacky.

I should not have asked.

Yeah.

Okay,
so much for me being a decoy.

What do we do in the meantime?

Well, I think we should trace

all of Larry Kantrelle's
movements

on the morning he disappeared.

Okay. Where do we start?

We start at the beginning.

We start where he started.

At work.

Let's go.

Okay.

Here it is.

Kamikaze Kantrelle's
delivery sheet.

Kamikaze Kantrelle?

Yeah, well,

we give each other
nicknames here.

My name is John Black.

They call me Blackjack.

John, Jack...

John Black.

Because I'm
21 years old.

Ah.

Twenty-one. Blackjack.
Get it?

Yeah, we got it.

Oh, you like
to gamble, do you?

Doesn't everybody?

You win at it?

What?

Blackjack.

I play the horses.

Oh, good.

No good.

I lose.

Well, nobody's perfect.

You're about
the closest I've seen.

I'll bet you want to know

why we nicknamed Kantrelle
"Kamikaze."

He's a mind-reader.

Because he's killing himself.

Killing himself how?

The best way.

I'm sorry.

Uh, you lost me.

Well, when Kantrelle
services

some of his customers,

he really gets involved.

Do you follow?

No, not completely.

Look at this.

Mrs. Harriet Cole,
nine yards of gravel.

Mrs. Jefferson Tate,

10 cubic yards
of top soil.

Mrs. Nancy Coleman,

10 cubic yards of top soil.

Are you trying to tell us

that Kamikaze brings more
to these relationships

than mere earth?

She's getting the picture.

Well, it sounds
like Mr. Kantrelle's

quite a fella.

There's one
that's not on the list.

Rosie.

Rosie?

A place he eats
breakfast every morning.

Rosie's Chili.

But not to him.

Right on.

Blackjack, you're a card.

Any time.

Good luck.

Well, what do you think?

I think it could be
a jealous boyfriend

or a husband.

Or both.

Mm-hmm.

Who do you want?

I'm going to take Mrs.
Nancy Coleman. Okay?

Okay. I'll take Rosie.
I love chili.

Beans, beans...

Would you stop?

[TRACTOR RUMBLING]

Hello.

Hi.

Nice tractor.

What?

I said, I like
your tractor.

Model A-1 1.

Special transmission
I put in.

Handy.

Um, listen,
could we, uh...

could we
talk a minute?

About the tractor?

No.

About Larry Kantrelle.

Don't know anyone
by that name.

Well, that's funny.

He dumped that
pile of dirt here

yesterday morning.

[ENGINE TURNS OFF]

Who are you

and what have you
got to do with Larry?

Oh, it's, uh...

it's "Larry," is it?

Just get
to the point.

Well, the point is,
he's disappeared.

Who says?

Uh...

I think I just said it.

And where do
you fit in to this?

Well, Mrs. Kantrelle hired me
to find her husband,

and since you and Larry
are more than, uh...

just friends...

Lady,
you got the wrong information.

I don't think so,
Mrs. Coleman.

It is "Mrs." Coleman,
isn't it?

Right. ”Mrs."

Is your husband on
the premises?

He's out of town
fora few days.

The National Wrist Wrestling
Championship.

He's in the finals.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

He almost broke my arm
making me practice with him.

Big gorilla.

No, no, I mean,
you sure he's out of town?

You saying he ain't?

No, no, no.

I'm just saying
that, um...

that if you and Larry
are more than friends,

and your husband's
the jealous type...

Look, he doesn't know anything
about me and Larry,

unless, of course,
you've been blabbing
your mouth.

No, no, no.

I've never met your husband.

Now, there were a couple
of pretty rough guys

at Larry's apartment, but...

You keep messing
into my business,

you could get me
in big trouble.

Your gorilla gets
a little mean?

More than mean.

Sounds like you're
living dangerously.

So are you.

I got to get
back to work.

Right.

Uh, thank you.

Uh, nice talking
to you.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

That was just a warning.

Don't come around here again.

You know what?

I take it back.

I don't like your tractor
at all.

Hi.

Hi. I'll have coffee.

Bottom of the pot.

It's a sure wake-up.

Ew. Do you have tea?

Only in a bag.

I'll adjust.

I'm looking for a
mutual friend of ours.

Larry Kantrelle.

So am I.

He didn't show up here
this morning.

Well, that's just it.

He hasn't shown up anywhere.

Larry a friend of yours?

Well, one of his many,
if you know what I mean.

Yeah.

I think you do.

Yeah, that Larry,
he's an original.

Sure is.

You know,l'm a little bit
worried about him.

Was he okay
when you saw him yesterday?

Oh, he was fine.

Mad as hell,
but he was fine.

What was he mad about?

Just as he drives in,

some dummy in a Toyota
runs into a Caddy

and causes
a traffic jam,

so Larry can't get
the truck parked,

then the cops
keep him out there

answering all sorts
of questions,

because he's a witness.

I open at six,

and I close every morning
from 9:30 to 10

for Larry...

when he shows up.

Ah.

You mean, he comes here
for more than breakfast?

Well, that's all
he had time for yesterday.

Oh, because
ofthe accident?

Boy, was he ticked off.

Roger saw
the whole thing

from his dress shop
across the street.

The whole thing was very odd.

Odd?

Well, this man in that Caddy
threw something.

Threw something? What?

Well, it was a brown,

square-shaped
sort of a package.

I was putting this
dynamite new pantsuit

in the window

and I really

wasn't paying
that much attention.

How many people
were in this Caddy?

Well, I couldn't
really tell.

ljust got a glimpse
ofthe red-headed man

who did the throwing.

This red-haired man,
where did he throw
this package?

Um...

it was toward
the back ofthe truck,

but I'm not sure.

I was concentrating
on that new outfit.

You know,

you would look smashing in it.

It's gray corduroy

and it has
this plunging neckline.

Excuse me.

Did Larry see this man
throw this package?

Well, as I recall,
it went right over
Larry's head,

but most things do,

if you know
what I mean.

[ROSIE CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, Roger...

okay, one more question.

Do you think this package

could have gone
into Larly's truck?

Well, I guess it could have.

Roger, you're a prince.

Thanks.

Listen,

what about the pantsuit?

Oh, you'll look
terrific in it.

KRIS: While Larry Kantrelle
was dealing with the accident,

a red-haired man in the Caddy

threw a brown package
of some sort

into the truck.

On purpose?

lthink so.

What for?

To hide it, maybe?

From who?

The police who were
at the accident?

It's possible.

Now, the man
with the limp

who left here
with Larry

tried to grab
Sue Kantrelle.

The man with him
was a redhead.

Okay, thanks,
Charlie.

Well, Charlie
checked the accident report

on the Caddy
and Toyota.

The Caddy was a renter
under assumed names.

They found it
about two hours ago.

Huh. I wonder

why I'm not surprised
to hear that.

Me either.

Dare I suggest

that we're
making progress?

Suggest it
over a drink.

I've got to go
get ready

for my debut.

Are you nervous?

Oh, yes!

[LAUGHING]

That broad
with Kantrelle's wife,

she's the same one

who was with her
in the apartment.

She sees you, she's going
to start screaming.

You two'll have to
handle it without me.

You better move now,

before the musicians
get here.

Hey, you remembered
Tuesday.

Hi.

Scotch, rocks.

I love a man
that doesn't forget.

Well, I guess I'll
go get ready now.

Listen, be sure

to lock your
dressing room door

and I'll be back in a minute.

Okay.

Don't be nervous.

Grasshopper?

Good idea.

See?

Sometime I could be right.

You're a giant
among men.

I'll have
a straight bourbon.

Okay.

What do we have?

We've got Kantrelle
leaving Rosie's

with a load of soil

and a package he might
not know he has.

He goes to
Nancy Coleman's ranch,

he dumps the soil
and the package.

And then I mention
Larry Kantrelle
to Mrs. Coleman

and she tries to drive
her tractor up my back

and dump her
shovel on my head.

Question is, why?

I mean, is she scared

that her husband's
going to find out

she's playing around
with Kamikaze Kantrelle,

or does this have
something to do

with the package?

Maybe you ought
to go back

to Mrs. Coleman's farm,

take a look
at that pile of dirt.

Me? No way.

I will not go back there
until we know what's going on,

l have a search warrant
or something.

The lady will shoot me
for trespassing.

Happy times.

Oh, yes.

Well, I think
I'll go check

and see how
Kelly's nerves

are holding up.

Tell her
to break a leg.

Hmm?

That's an old
show-biz term.

I'll tell you...
I'll tell you...

I'll just tell her
myself, Bos.

Oh, okay.

See you.

Well, uh...

to good health.

Right.

Two clinks.

Okay, thank you.

Who is it?

It is I,

your most
ardent admirer.

Just a minute.

Regular guys
can't make it.

We're just
sitting in for them.

Ta-da!

Ah, Mrs. Kantrelle.
You have never looked so...

It's okay.
She fainted.

Give her a little air.

Hey, you got

your backstage
excitement.

[GROANS]

Bosley!

Bosley, are you okay?

Kelly...

Back way.

Got to be
the back way.

[HONKING HORN]

Would you move it?

Would you move it?

Get out of the way!

Come on,

get out of the way!

[HONKING HORN]

Will you get
out ofthe way?

Forget it.
Forget it.

Forget it, forget it.
Forget it.

Can you describe them?

I never really saw them.

Did you get the
license number?

No.

The curly-haired man,

the one the bartender said
had the limp,

left here with
Larry Kantrelle,

and then he tries

to get into Mrs.
Kantrelle's apartment.

With a red-headed man.

And there was a red-headed man
in the Cadillac

who threw the package
into Kantrelle's truck.

It all makes sense,
but what does it add up to?

Well, we know that they
rented the Caddy

under a phony name,

then they abandoned it.

Yeah?

Well, maybe something
in the package was stolen.

It's a possibility.

It's about the only thing
we've got to go on.

Well, we'd better

come up with some
answers fast,

because when they find out

that they've got
the wrong Mrs. Kantrelle.

Kelly's as good as dead.

Yeah. Let's go.

How are you doing?

Bad?

You're saying

your husband never
saw the package?

Look, if he did,

I don't remember
him mentioning it.

Why don't you tell me
what was in it

and maybe I can help you
figure out where it is.

There was five million
in diamonds in it.

Five million?

Hey, wait a minute.

The Consolidated heist.

She reads the papers.

Very smooth operation.

You fellas are very good.

It's all in
the planning, lady.

This one took two years.

I get it.

You got into that freak
accident with the Toyota.

The police came
to ask questions,

and you had to dump the
package in Larry's truck.

Now you'd better
figure out

where it is,

or you
and the country boy

are gonna pay for it
out of your hides,

and from what
I can see,

you're about

four and a half
million short.

Here. Drink this.

Who are you?

How about where am I?

[coon OPENS]

When did he come around?

Just now.

Okay, country boy.
Okay.

Let's get to the bottom
line quick, huh?

You either tell me
where the diamonds are,

or your pretty
little wife here

is going to start
picking up some bruises.

What the devil
are you talking about?

When you had the accident
outside Rosie's,

they threw a package
into yourtruck.

It was full of diamonds.

Who are...

It doesn't matter
who they are.

I'm your wife, and I love you,

and you better
listen carefully

to what I have to say,

or we're both
in big trouble.

Do you understand
what I'm telling you?

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

Good.

Now, after you left Rosie's,
do you remember
where you dumped

the soil
you were carrying?

Yeah, I remember.

Good. Just keep remembering
and don't tell them.

If we're going
to get out of this

still breathing,
don't tell them.

What's you
trying to pull?

It's called
surviving, friend.

You want back your diamonds,
fine.

We'll go for them together.

I'm not taking you anywhere,
lady.

You're gonna tell me
where they are,

and you're gonna
tell me now.

So you can put a bullet in us?
No deal, friend.

You want to get back
all the pretty rocks,

then we'll go for
them together,

and when we get there,
we'll negotiate.

How'd you like for me
to start taking him apart,

piece by piece?

It seems to me
you take one more piece of him

and he won't be in any shape
to tell you anything.

Okay.

Okay, lady.

We'll play it yourway,

but if you come up
sorry and short,

you're dead.

In fact,
you're both dead.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

Larry, what are
you doing here?

Who are
all these people?

Hello, Nancy.

What we need to do, lady,

won't take long if we don't
play any head games,
all right?

Who's he? What's he
talking about?

We've just come to get
something that belongs
to us, that's all.

I think you better do
what he says, Nancy.

Well, hey,
what is this?

Nancy!

What are they doing?

You've heard ofthe good guys
and the bad guys?

Yeah, I made some ofthem
what they are.

I'll bet you did.

Anyway, these are
the bad guys.

They ripped off
some diamonds,

which accidentally
got thrown

into Larry's truck,

and then got
dumped here.

Diamonds?

Five million dollars' worth.

In that pile of dirt?

That's right.

Who is this
crazy broad?

Uh...

my wife.

Your wife?

You told me yourwife
was dumb and fat.

Well, uh...

she, uh...

Every time he has
a lady customer,

he tells them I'm
dumb and fat.

How many customers
you got, Larry?

Well, Nancy, uh...

Dozens.

I guess he said
he was going to marry you.

How'd you know that?

I know my Larry.

LARRY:
What are you doing?

Look
why don't you people just...

just shut up
for awhile, huh?

[HONKS HORN]

Whose truck is that?

Uh, George Keller.
My neighbor.

Get rid of him.

Well, good morning.

Howdy.

Hi.

What are you doing
in George's truck?

Oh, well, George
sold us the truck.

We bought
the farm, too.

We're your new neighbors.

Hey, what are
you fellas doing?

All right, neighbor.
Back off! Back off!

Forget it!

Move down.

Come on, come on.

Well, sparkle, sparkle...

Whoa.

Whew.

Sort of makes you

want to hum
The Wedding March.

Not anymore,
it doesn't.

CHARLIE:
Sabrina, how could you be
sure that Kelly and Kantrelle

would go
to Nancy Coleman's farm?

Well, we checked all of
Kantrelle's other stops first,

and then we figured
that Nancy Coleman's farm

was the only logical place
we could hope to connect.

And we couldn't just
drive in there

with our faces hanging out,

so we borrowed the neighbor's
truck and clothes.

lsee.

/ understand
that Sue Kantrelle

finally opened
at the Supper Club

and was an instant hit.

That's right, Charlie.

She was a smash.

Everybody loved her,

and Larry was front row center

leading the applause.

Good. Sounds like
their marriage

is on the mend.

Well, Larry better keep
his home fires burning,

or he's going to be spending
all his nights

with his dump truck.

[SITAR PLAYING ON INTERCOM]

Uh, Charlie,

now, that music
that I'm hearing,

how are your lessons coming
on the sitar?

Oh, quite well, Sabrina.

You know,

it's an extremely
personal experience.

It demands
a very careful touch,

very delicate fingering.

Charlie,

it sounds
like you're really
grasping it.

/ think I am, Kris,

and tomorrow,
I actually get

to pick up
the instrument.

If he hadn't
picked up the instrument,

what has he been doing?

[CHARLIE SIGHS]

Strike the question.

Oh, no.