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(EXPLOSION)

(SLOW JAZZ SONG PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Mary Phillips was a very good
driver and when she left
the casino she was sober.

Now, there's no reason for her
to hit that car at that speed.

Mr. Howell, the attendant who
was run down in your
parking lot last week,

the police are calling that a
hit and run?

I'd call it a killing.

Well, we ought to get busy
establishing our covers.

Well, I told the business
office that you're here as my
personal executive consultant.

I'm not sure I know exactly
what that means.

Well, don't worry about it,
neither do they.

Marty Cole is looking for
a back-up girl singer
for his lounge act.

Bosley said you sing,
so I set up an audition
for you this afternoon.

And you have
an audition with
the dance captain.

-Terrific.
-What about my cover?

Hey Joey,
there's been a lot
of publicity

concerning your
appearance here
at the Tropicana.

We hear you‘re involved
in a legal battle to maybe
get out of your commitment.

JOEY: The people of Las Vegas,
I love them. My beef
is strictly with the manager.

REPORTER:
You mean Mr. Frank Howell,
the owner of the Tropicana?

JOEY: You got it pal,
Frank Howell gets
the bad news himself.

The truck!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Two dead,
Jip is halfway there.
Who the devil is doing this?

-Well, we'll find out Frank,
it just takes time.
-(PHONE RINGING)

Time? I don't have time
and that's what's
eating me alive.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

-BOSLEY:
Yeah sure, Dan. Yes lwill.
-(HANGS UP PHONE)

Girls, listen now. I know
this is probably a poor
time to bring this up.

There's this Dan Tana
who's been asking
to meet you three.

Bosley, this is really
a poor time to bring it up.

-(DOOR OPENS)
-Yeah, well,
that's what I said.

(SIGHS) He's been
staring at me again.

Who's been staring at you?

The fellow who's with
the computer man.

He was staring at me again
in the casino when
I walked through just now.

We”, who is he?
-I don't know.

He was watching
me last night too.

Well, maybe he just
thinks you're pretty.

Wait a minute,
that fellow...

Last night, when you
came back from Haines'
casino down the street,

I think he was walking
behind you.

You sure?

Well, I didn't think
anything of it at the time.

But, I mean, if you think
his interest in you
is more than just general,

maybe he deserves
a little attention.

I agree.

Hey look, um...
I want to go down
to the casino

and see how Frank
is holding out, all right?
Come with me?

Sure.

Well, see if you can find out
Mr. Watchful's name, okay?

-Sure, okay.
-Okay, see you later.

(WOMAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER P.A.)

DEALER: Three, craps.
Winner on the "Don't Pass."
Pay up.

I don't know
ifl can match that.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

You know you look like
you're about ready to drop?

Why don't you shut
this thing down and try
to get some sleep?

Oh, it's up to them.
And besides, he's got
a million dollars of my money.

Well, could you...
Take your loss and walk away?

It's too late.
He's got too much.

Here.

(INAUDIBLE)

Can we start this again later?

5:00?

How's 5:00?

That's fine.

It's a wrap.

Aren't you going to
answer your page?

What?

Your page.
Aren't you going to answer it?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Well, you're Mr. Mason,
aren't you?

No, I'm Slocum.
Ed Slocum.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought you were
somebody else.

-Frank.
-Hi, pal.

I, uh...

| just called the hospital
to see how Jip was doing.

Is he better?

No, no, Frank. He, uh...
He didn't make it.

The nurse went in
to check on him
20 minutes ago, and...

He's dead.

-What happened?
-We don't know.

There seems to be signs
of respiratory paralysis.

Which would indicate that
curare might have gotten
into his system.

FRANK:
What's curare?

DOCTOR:
Well, it's used for patients
with muscular spasms,

but certainly was
not prescribed in this case.

You mean, you made a mistake
and you gave him that curare?

(SIGHS) I'm not saying
anything of the sort.

Until Dr. Jarvis here
can perform an autopsy,
there's no way of knowing.

FRANK: If there's going
to be an autopsy,

somebody on
my side of the fence
is going to perform it.

Nobody gets a white-wash.

JARVIS: Now, wait a minute.
I resent that.

As county coroner,
I can assure you...

I can assure you,
you touch him and I'll tear
both your arms off.

-Frank.
-I mean it. I don't want
them to touch him.

Look, I know.
And I know what you want.

But we're going to need
a court order to get it.
And we can't get it here.

She's right, Frank.

Didn't mean to tease you.

-Sorry, Jip.
-Come on.

They're not going
to bury this mistake.

They aren't going
to make Jip a statistic.

SABRINA: We won't let
that happen, Frank.

You're telling me
that someone came
in the window of Jip's room

and stuck a needle into one
of his life-support tubes?

I'm saying that
it's a possibility,

and it the autopsy does reveal
curare in his system,

that's how it might
have gotten there.

You were wondering where
the profit was in all this.
Have you figured it out yet?

Well, maybe the profit
is in tearing you apart.

And someone's doing
a pretty good job of it.
Why don't you get some sleep?

Will you call me
in four hours?

Yes. I will.

-(DOOR CLOSES)
-Charlie's computer
come up with anything?

Yeah.

The fellow at the crap
table, the one that's
been watching you...

-Mmm-hmm.
-Ed Slocum.

He has a police record.
Several arrests.

Mostly having to do
with high level extortion.
But no convictions.

He seems to be
some sort of a freelance

"Tell me what to do,
and I'll do it for you"
sort of guy.

What about Mr. Haines,
our friend down the street.

Well, he works for
a large investment firm.
The one that owns that hotel.

Now, the firm looks clean
and Haines doesn't
have a police record.

However... Well, in checking
his bank records, Haines
seems to have been sending

monthly checks to
the Paradise Arms apartments.

Wait a minute.
Paradise Arms? Mary Phillips,
the girl who was murdered

lived there with
my dancing friend,
Joan Wells.

Yeah.

Are we starting
to see a light
at the end of the tunnel?

Well, at least a glimmer.

I guess I ought
to tell Frank, huh?

You know, maybe we ought
to figure a way to get him
out of here for a few hours.

Before he falls apart on us.

I think that's a good idea.

You'll never pay the rent
that way.

I know there's a pony
in here, somewhere.

Speaking of rent, how
come you and Mary
didn't have to pay any?

What are you talking about?

Well, my mom forwarded
a letter that Mary
had written to me.

So?

Well, in the letter, Mary said
that a Mr. Haines

was paying the rent on you
and Mary's apartment.
Is that true?

(SIGHS) Look, Mr. Haines was
paying the rent strictly
because of Mary.

You mean they were friends?
Lovers?

-Started out that way.
-And then?

-Well, then Mary wanted out.
-Why?

-I don't know. I think she
was afraid of him.
-Do you know why?

She wouldn't tell me.

Well, maybe
Mr. Haines is trouble.

You won't find him
at the hotel.

Oh?

Well, on Mondays he practices
forthe Monday night race.

Race? What kind of race?

Stock cars.
He drives stock cars.

There's tracks three
miles north on 50.

You can probably catch him
in a couple of hours.

Okay, thanks.

(SLOT MACHINE PAYING OUT)

See? Get as you give.

Kelly! Kelly!

-Where are you off to?
-To take a second
look at Mr. Haines.

Are you on to something?

Well, I just found
out Mr. Haines is
a stock car racer.

Mechanically inclined?
I wouldn't have thought.

Maybe he drives a big truck
with smoked windows.

Interesting hypothesis.
Uh, by the way...

Are you aware that
our Mr. Slocum was
watching you again?

-Yeah, I know. I'm going
to have to lose him.
-I think we can manage that.

Uh, stall a while.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Hey, what's the matter
with you?

Oh, sir. lam terribly sorry.
(GROANS)

Apparently, I lost control
of my vehicle.

It was really all of my fault.
Please, please forgive me.

All right, you're forgiven.
Now get it out of the way.

Don't you think
we ought to report this
to the local authorities?

No, forget the authorities.

-I mean, a case of injury...
-There are no injuries,
what's the matterwith you?

Sir, I actually hurt my elbow.
(WHIMPERS)

Sir, are you hurt now?

Hurt, me? No.

But you're going to be.

(CAR ENGINES ROARING)

(ENGINE ROARING)

It's running a little hot.

Oh, hello.

Two winners in a row.
Must be my day.

Two winners?

Well, first I beat him.
Now I run into you again.

Very rich stuff, very rich.

My, aren't we glib
with the ladies.

You into stock cars?

I'm into questions.

-About what?
-My friend, Mary Phillips.

What about her?

My mother sent on the letter
Mary had written to me.

You didn't tell me the two
of you were friendly.

Well, my personal life
is my business.

In her letter, Mary said
that she was afraid of you.

Did she?

She said she was afraid
of you and now she's dead.

-What the hell
are you getting at?
-I don't know.

But I intend to find out.

You know, for a smart lady,
you're making some dumb moves.

I can see what Mary meant.
You are someone
to be afraid of.

Mary was killed
in a car accident.

Her car was rammed
from behind.
Rammed at a high speed.

It takes a nifty piece
of driving to make that
look like an accident.

You better get out of here.

Is that a threat, Mr. Haines?

Let's just say I think
the weather would be better
for you back in Dallas.

You know what I think,
Mr. Haines? You're
a man with a problem.

(BOAT ENGINE ROARING)

How did you do this?

What did I do?

I'm in the middle of
a million dollar crap game,

and you got me
out here on a picnic.

Does it hurt that much?

Well, that's not it.
Just hanging around you,
a guy could lose his edge.

What's his edge?

That's his drive, his nerve.

And if you want to stay in
this business and survive,
you've got to be ready.

Well...

Maybe it's time
you got out ofthis business.

And do what?

Do this. Just...

Sit in the sun,
watch the people,
relax, enjoy life.

Get in touch with yourself.

I'm a million dollars down,
and you want me just
to walk away?

Listen, you're down
a million dollars.

But if you quit now,
well, you would still
have plenty left.

That's called losing.

And you really
can't stand that, can you?

That sure bothers you.

Hmm.

I like you, Frank.
I like you a lot more than
I had planned to.

Well, for what it's worth...

-The feeling is mutual.
-For what it's worth?

It's worth plenty. Don't you
understand? That's the whole
point. Don't you see?

-What's the point?
-What we feel.

That's worth a lot more than
winning a crap game.
Don't you see?

Whoops. Looks like we should
have taken a longerwalk.

(LAUGHS) Yeah,
it seems he likes the lady.

Well, they're entitled, right?

Hey...

Frank's number one.
What he wants, he always gets.

Ah, come on now.
Nobody always gets.

No, he comes as close as any.

That's okay.
He deserves to.

-I'm for him.
-(BOAT ENGINE ROARING)

-He's been good to me.
-How long have you worked
for him?

Six years. Frank had...

Leslie and me were working
in the main room then.

We were going to make it
all the way. Be number one.

How did she die?

Car accident.

Must have been rough for you.

When she died...

Everything stopped. I mean...

(BOAT ENGINE STOPS)

MARTY: The good times,
the big future.

Since then, I've just been...
Getting through the days.

(GUN FIRES)

Frank, movel

(GUNSHOTS)

-Frank, get up!
-Frank, what the hell
is going on?

You two stay here!

This is my boat.
Get in, come on!

-You get a look at him?
-No.

Rock it!

(GUNSHOT)

(YELLING)
Can't this thing
go any faster?

(BOAT ENGINE STOPPING)

-What's the matter?
-I don't know.

Oh, no.

Try the choke.

(YELLS IN FRUSTRATION)

What is this thing?
Shouldn't this thing
be turned the otherway?

FRANK:
Yes, it should be.
How'd that happen?

MARTY: With the vibration?
From the speed?
SABRINA: Maybe.

-Sabrina, could
I ask you a question?
-Yeah.

How come you carry a gun?

Well, maybe she has a permit.

Well, why do you
have a permit?

(LAUGHS) Well, you
have to have a permit
to carry a gun, right?

-Right.
-Right. (LAUGHS)

(CAR ENGINE ROARING)

HAINES:
I got a visit from that
Kelly Garrett girl today.

-Well, what's she doing here?
-Maybe you better tell me.

What are you talking about?

She just said Mary Phillips'
accident wasn't an accident.

Somebody rammed
her at high speed.

That's crazy.
You don't believe that?

Well, I don't know. But I'm
beginning to get some

kind of a strange gut feeling,
and I don't like it.

Gut feeling about what?

About you, Cole.

About you.

Look...

Haines, I don't know what
you're talking about.

I mean, ifyou've
got something to say
then just say it.

All right, let me spell
it out for you.

You came to me, right?
You said we had
something in common.

We both wanted to break
Frank Howell.

"Take everything
away from him,"

those are your words. That's
the way you put it, right?

We are. We're doing it.

Oh, yeah. I know.
We've got that college
professorwith his computer,

set up a phony
shooting so Joey January
could break his contract,

you bring in this
guy Slocum, in case
there's any rough stuff.

You did it all
and you did it good.

But you never said
anybody would get hurt.

You never said anybody
would get killed.

Why would I want to hurt Mary?

(SCOFFS) Well, remember,
I introduced you two.

Oh yeah, I remember.

And I remember how pleased
you were to take something
else away from Frank.

Yeah, it pleased me.

Because he took something
away from me.

He took everything.

Cole, I'm going to leave
you with one thought.
Once I have something,

I don't like to give it up,
I don't like to lose it

and I especially don't like to
have it taken away from me.

So if Mary's death was
anything but an accident,

and you or any of those two
had anything to do with it...

There isn't going to be
a place in this world big
enough for you to hide in.

You got it?

(GLASS BREAKING)

He's getting suspicious.

(SIGHS) And so is Sabrina.

I bet you both that she's not
what she pretends to be.

-Or her two friends, either.
-Hey, what are you getting at?

I'm not sure.

I'm going to find out.

Look, I'll do it tonight.

And this time, I won't miss.

Forget it!

I paid you to do it while
Howell and l were with her
so I'd have an alibi.

So I could watch his face
when she went down.

You know, I've worked
with some odd types,

but you take the cake.

I've got my reasons.

Oh, I'm sure you have.

Now what?

You just keep hanging in with
the professor.

Case, let's go.

KRIS: I was driving the boat.

Those two guys could
walk in here right now
and I couldn't recognize them.

I don't care what
his lawyer says.

If Joey January doesn't
open tonight,

he's in breach of contract,

so get the room ready.

It's 5:00 and l have a date
with the computer man.

Well, don't you think
you could wait for
a little while, Frank?

I really think
we ought to talk.

They tried to kill me today.

Maybe those shots
weren't meant for you, Frank.

No, they were meant for
the sand.

No, I think they were meant
for Sabrina.

-Me?
-I mean, the shots came
closest to you.

Whoa, wait a minute,
that's probably 'cause the guy
had a bad aim.

But what if...

They were trying to hurt Frank
by hurting you?

FRANK: You mean like
they hurt Jip?
KRIS: Yeah.

Well, ifthat's true,
then I don't want you here,
lwant you out of town.

Wait a minute, Frank.
We can't quit now.

You can quit ifl tell you.

I don't want you to get hurt.

I don't want anybody
to get hurt.

Frank, we don't give up
that easily.

You're not giving up.
I'm firing you.

All of you.

So, go home.

This is my fight.

Mine alone.

Wait a minute.
Frank, you can't
just dismiss us.

You can't stay here, Sabrina.

The odds are against you,
you'll get hurt.

-It's too risky.
-lt's risky,
but it's worth it.

Nothing's worth it.
Case is closed.

Look Frank, we've gone
a little bit beyond
a client relationship

and whether I go or stay
is my decision and you can't
take that away from me.

I don't want
the responsibility.

Well, you can't take that away
from me either.

Ah, Frank, you've been living
in a vacuum for so long

that you think people are like
odds and you can switch
'em around to suit yourself

so you can get that edge
you were talking about.
Well...

Frank, people aren't like odds

and you don't get an edge.

-I got to get out of here.
-0kay, go on, go.

But sooner or later, you know,
we have to finish this.

-(TELEPHONE RINGING)
-|'|| get it.

-Hello!
-MARTY: Kris, Marty.

Look, I've decided to break
you into the 5:30 lounge show.

Can you come down?
We 7/ talk over what
we're going to do.

Uh, I'm a little bit
hung up right now, Marty.
Can we do later?

Not really.

Uh...

-l'm by the front bar.
-Hold on a second.

Marty wants me to
come down to get ready
for the 5:30 show.

-We still on the case?
Do I keep up my cover?
-We're still on the case. Go.

Be right there.

MARTY: There's the professor.

Slocum.

You, uh, stay with him,
in case he gets heavy.

Case, you wait in the car.

Tell me, what are you going
to do with her?

Well, first I'm going to
ask her exactly why she
and her friends are here.

Well, suppose
she won't tell you?

Well, then
when you get there,

you can start earning
some of that money I paid you.

Oh, gosh,
I'm a little nervous.
Opening night, I guess!

-Well, in that case, let's go
for a drive.
-Wait a minute, now?

Well, when I'm nervous,
uptight, I drive.
It relaxes me.

-Besides I've got to pick up
some music at my house.
-Okay.

Here we are.

Who's he?

My driver.

I thought you said
you were going to drive.

-You said driving relaxes you.
-Get in.

Hey, that's not funny.

It's not meant to be.

If you don't do
as you're told...

KRIS: Are you going to tell
me what this is all about?

No.

You're going to tell me
what you're about.

You and your two friends.

What do you mean?

I want to know why
you're here with Frank.

What do you mean, with Frank?

He's a friend.
He's just a friend.

I am sick ofthis!

What?

She protected him
and now you're protecting himl

-She?
-Leslie.

Oh, your wife.

Yeah, you're just like...

She...

You see, I... I knew.

I knew what was
going on with them.

She kept telling me
it wasn't true.

You mean that Frank
and yourwife were having
an affair.

She...

She wanted to. And...

He would have.

Soon.

(scorrs)

Marty, you're not making
any sense.

What do you mean,
I'm not making any sense?

I know! I know what was going
on between those two.

And Iwarned her.
I gave her fair warning.

Couldn't help how she felt.
And she...

She ran out of the house
and jumped in the car
and drove away, fast.

Very fast.

They said it was
an accident, but it wasn't.

I know, I know.

See, she drove her car

off that bridge deliberately.

Couldn't have Frank
and she...

(INHALES) Didn't want me.

So she killed herself.

She killed both of us.

Marty, you're condemning Frank
for something you thought
he would do?

No, for something I know
he was about to do!

Well, he always gets
what he wants, you know that.
You've seen that.

He's your friend, Marty,
he wouldn't
hurt you like that.

You just won't stop, will you?

You won't stop
protecting him.

It won't do you any good.

Because I'm taking it all
away from him.

Everything he cares for.

The kid in the parking lot,
Mary Phillips.

Jip...

Marty, you killed
three people?

To hurt Frank?

And when he falls,

when it's all gone,

he's going to feel what
I've been feeling.

And I'm...

Just going to watch him die.

Like I died.

I'm just...

Gonna watch him.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

(CHEERING)

Three thousand
on "Don't Pass."

-WOMAN: He could
break the bank!
-(INDISTINCT)

-Look at all that money!
-How much has he got there?

A million and a half.

I thought I told you people
to go home.

-Frank, listen...
-Before you get hurt!

Bree, maybe's he's right,
maybe we should go home.

-It's best.
-Fine!

As soon as Kris finishes
the 5:30 lounge show,
we're on our way.

There's not going to be
a 5:30 lounge show.

-What do you mean?
-Marty called in sick.

SABRINA: No, wait a minute,
that doesn't make sense.

Marty called Kris
for a rehearsal!

There's not going to be
a 5:30 lounge show.

Hey, I saw
your friend at 5:30.

-Where?
-With Marty Cole over
at the bar.

Doing what?

I don't know.
Marty was talking
with that guy

and then Kris came down
and they split.

KELLY: Marty was with him?

-Are you sure?
-Yeah him and another guy.

Is there something wrong?

-BOTH: No.
-Thanks a lot!

But why did Marty lie about
the show and why did
he call Kris?

Listen, there something that's
been bothering me a little bit

and it's bothering me
a lot now.

What are you talking about?

Well, when we were in Jip's
hospital room and l was
checking the equipment,

Marty was a little uneasy,
and then

when the motor on
the boat quit...

Are you trying to tell me
that Marty had something
to do with this?

Well, I'm saying
that it's possible.

Now, suppose...

Just suppose that Marty
knew that Slocum was
in that boat

and he didn't want
us to catch him.

But why?

Maybe we ought to ask Slocum.

-Maybe we should.
-Yeah.

Look, why don't I get him away
from the crowd. I'll page you.

-Good idea.
-I'II go with you.

Three thousand on boxcars.

WOMAN OVER P.A.: Mr. Slocum,
paging Mr. Ed Slocum.

PERKINS: Mr. Howell!

Will you raise
the limit to 5000?

You can't do that in one roll,
it's 30 to one!

WOMAN OVER P.A.:
Mr. Ed Slocum, emergency call
at the front deslr.

All right, 5000.

Another 2000, please.

-Five thousand on boxcars.
-(CROWD GASPS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

Pay the man.

-Frank, I've got to go.
-l have to stay here.

-Kris may be in trouble.
-I have to stay here.

Excuse me.

Mr. Slocum!

-What?
Excuse me.

Mr. Slocum, as you can see,
this is a revolver
I'm pointing at you.

We both know that
Marty Cole has taken
our friend Kris somewhere.

We're very concerned.

So concerned that if you
don't take us to her,
I'll use this.

There'll be no discussion
on the matter,

you'll either do as
you're told or you've seen
your last dice game.

Do you understand?

Bosley, empty your gun
and give it to him.

(CAR DOORS CLOSE)

Okay, Mr. Slocum,

just keep the gun
pointed at us,
walk slowly,

don't talk and we all may
live through this.

(INAUDIBLE)

Now,

looks like your friends are
going to keep you company.

(DOOR CLOSES)

What happened, Slocum?

It's a set up!

Don't!

Hold it!

Uh-uh! You okay?

-Yeah. He went out back.
-(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Watch it, the truck!

Hit the tires, Bos!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Six. Winner to the line.

Pay the line.

Frank.

-Frank?
-Yes? Oh, are you okay?

Uh, yeah.

Where's Marty?

He's dead, Frank.

It was Marty all along,
right from the beginning,
the whole thing.

Why? Why?

Well,

it had to do with his wife,
Frank, and you.

Leslie and I had nothing to do
with each other.

Well, I know, but see,
he thought that
maybe you would.

He thought?

There was nothing to
think about.

I know, look, don't try to
make any sense out of it,
'cause there isn't any.

PERKINS:
May I have the dice, please?

FRANK: "Don't Pass," eh?

Craps.

Line loses.

Pay the "Don't Pass."

Frank?

-I'm all right.
-No, you're not all right.

Stop now!
Stop now and take your losses.

I told you,
that's called losing.

Raise the limit?

One more pass for all of it.

Everything on the table.

The hotel,
if you win, it's all yours.

If you lose, it's all mine.

Oh, for God's sake, Frank.

He's been playing "Don't Pass"

and "Don't Pass"
is for non-believers.

And, Sabrina, sooner or later,

you have to be a believer.

Frank, sooner or later, you're
going to have to stop putting
your life on a pair of dice.

For all of it,

on "Don't Pass."

0n "Don't Pass."

Roll.

Seven! Pay the line.

"Don't Pass" loses.

You lose.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this table is closed.

You have a show to do.

You better get to it.

We better start packing,
we've got a plane to catch.

Yeah, um, I'll be there in
just a minute, you go ahead.

Still yours, Frank.

I'm glad for you.

Yeah, you win some,
you lose some.

Yeah.

Goodbye, Frank.

(WHISPERS) Goodbye.

All right, one, two, three,
four, five. Okay, Sal,
meet you out front.

Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry.

-Hey, Bos!
-Hey, Dan! Finally!
Come down here.

The girls,
I've been wanting you
to meet them.

Angels! Angels, this is the
private eye I was
telling you about.

-Meet Dan Tana.
-Hi.

-You're Dan Tana?
-You're Dan Tana?

I just said that.

Yeah, I told Bos I wanted to
take you all out to dinner
while you're in town.

Well, Bosley,
you didn't tell us!

Look, Idid! I mean, Itried.
I mean, I begged.

Well, uh, maybe next time.

Maybe tonight!
We could take a later plane.

Right! Or, you know what,
maybe you could fly back
on the plane with us.

Well, gee, I'm sorry. You see,
I'm working on a case.

Bos was right.

You really are angels.

Oh, he's cute. (CHUCKLES)

-Bosley,
why didn't you tell us?
-I did!

-No, you didn't!
-I did too!

Now wait a minute,
you told us,
but you didn't tell us!

What! Idid...