All language subtitles for Life on Mars S01E16

(SATELLITE OF LOVE PLAYING)

♪ Satellite's gone
up to the skies

♪ Things like that
drive me out of my mind

We got two cops shot here.

NURSE 1: Severe chest
wound. He's hemorrhaging.

DOCTOR: No breath
sounds. If he's got a pneumo,

he's gonna need a chest tube.

NURSE 1: Put
him in trauma three.

NURSE 2: It looks like
the bullet grazed his right...

Grazed? I'm losing
blood here by the pintful!

Thank you, Officers. We
need to prep him for surgery.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait,
where you taking my partner?

Don't let him die, son!

That's my partner!
Do you hear me?

♪ Satellite's gone
way up to Mars

Jimmy McManus. Where is he?

Kiss the pimple on my ass, cop!

Come here. Come here.

(GROANING)

Little Patrick.

Too dumb to open a lollipop,

too dumb to captain
the kickball team,

and too dumb to leave New York
when his boss plugs two of my men.

I'll ask you again. Where
is Jimmy McManus?

Hey there, Florence Nightingale,
if this doesn't work out,

maybe you can get yourself a job
slicing haddock at the Fulton Fish Market.

(GROANS)

Oh, my God. Ray.

It's okay. It's all right.
Morphine's kicking in.

I called Denise.
She's on her way.

Yeah, well, I ain't
sticking around.

They're gonna patch me up,
they're gonna get me back out there.

I promised a bullet of mine
I'd fix him up with one of

McManus' internal organs.

Where's Chris?

They gotta operate on him.

He got shot really bad.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

♪ Satellite of love ♪

Ready, boss.

Let's find McManus and
wipe that grin off his face.

He's going into shock. We're
gonna have to crack his chest.

Get him up to OR. Quick.
Pulse is 162. BP is dropping.

He's crashing. Grab the cart.

Ray, you're here for the fun?

Yeah, I wouldn't miss
it for the world, Priore.

Heard you guys are
going rat turd hunting.

How is he now?

He's hanging in, like Gunga Din.

Let's go. Why not?

DOCTOR: Clear.

I need an amp of epi. Come
on, Chris. Fight, damn it.

(EKG FLATLINING)

NURSE: Still no pulse.
Jack it up to 300. Clear.

Nothing.

Up it to 360. Clear.

Either your lips start moving, or
you keep kissing Miss Plymouth.

McManus isn't here, boss.

Ain't been here since
yesterday, at least.

(BEEPING)

Way to go, Chris. Way to go.

Stay with us, kid.

This guy's gone to ground
like nobody's business.

We'll find him.

To Chris pulling through.

And coming home.

And to Jimmy McManus
getting measured for a casket

at Fitzgerald's Funeral
Home sooner than later.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

Dear God, I need your help.

My friends need your
help right now, too.

Please send your angels to protect
my friend Chris and heal his wounds.

Protect Gene

from the burden of responsibility
I know he feels for all of us.

Shelter Ray from the guilt
he carries on his shoulders

for what happened to Chris.

And watch over Sam,
and help him find his truth,

wherever or whatever it may be.

2B! Just the man
I was looking for.

What are you doing right now?

I am unlocking the door.

Then I am going through
the door and going to bed.

No! You can't do that. I can't?

No, I'm locked out
of my apartment.

(LOCK CLICKS)

Oh, wow. I'm really tired.

But, 2B, I'm wide awake and you look
like you need a good game of checkers.

No, but I know why
you're confused.

'Cause my "good
game of checkers" look

is very similar to my "I'm
utterly exhausted" look. See?

Checkers and a beer?

It's the best way to end
the day or greet the morning.

(CHUCKLING)

(WINDY GIGGLING)

Fold thy wings around
me and guard me with love.

Softly sing songs to
me from heaven above.

Dear God, make them strong.

Help them resist the vengeance
they feel in their hearts.

You got me, cop. Okay, okay.

But I got a mouthpiece. So I'm
gonna be out by happy time tomorrow.

Trust me on that.

(GROANS)

ANNIE: And forgive our
enemies for what they do.

In your name we pray. Amen.

My name is Sam Tyler.

I was in an accident
and I woke up in 1973.

I don't know how
or why I'm here,

but whatever's happened,

it's like I've landed
on a different planet.

Now, maybe if I can
work out the reason,

I can get home.

SAM: McManus was
armed, but he didn't pull it.

These casings are from a .380.

Ray?

That kind of gun
doesn't pack the wallop

your average
street thug prefers.

What's a five-letter word
for "humorous brilliance"?

You plan on working
sometime today?

"Witty."

You know, whether
McManus had it coming or not,

we still have to
work this case, right?

The only reason I might
possibly want to find that killer

is to shake his hand,
buy him a cream soda,

and introduce him to my cousin
Millie, who has beautiful breasts.

Can we be serious here
for a minute, please?

Ding-a-ling. Somewhere
an angel's just got his wings.

(RAY CHUCKLING)

Give me the
particulars thus far.

Well, judging from the position of the
body and the location of the casings,

I'd guess the shooter
stood about here.

Laid in wait in the shadows for
McManus to walk by, then bang.

Three in the ten ring.

Left him deader than a
lobster in butter sauce.

Do we know what time
McManus punched out?

Well, we got some residents who say
they heard shots at around 2:45 a.m.,

but they didn't get
a look at the shooter.

(EXCLAIMS) Now, that's a shame.

All right, then.
Start a canvass.

Round up some likelies. See
who was around at that time.

Well, we could start right here.

What were you
doing last night, boss?

Don't you cut your
eye on me like that.

(SCOFFS)

Well, you got an alibi, Ray?

Yeah, I got an alibi.

All right? I was getting my
groove on with the missus.

Marathon love all
night long, Carling-style.

Well, at least your
wife got her sleep, huh?

(LAUGHING MOCKINGLY)
Where were you, Spaceman?

Oh, I was losing checkers
to my neighbor Windy.

Checkers with Windy? Yeah.

What kind of name is "Windy"?

SAM: A five-letter
word for "bite me."

So, I'm gonna put together
a list of possible suspects,

anyone who might have
had a beef with McManus.

Present company
excluded, of course.

I like your initiative, Tyler.

In the old days,
we called that gusto.

Anybody hungry?

Seeing McManus
dead on the street

gave me a sudden
hankering for corned beef.

Tastes best on rye with mayo.

Lieutenant, there's an Agent
Morgan outside your office.

Agent? Like insurance agent?

Like FBI agent.

POLICEWOMAN: Yeah, let
me have the detective call you.

Lieutenant Hunt,
it's a pleasure.

Special Agent Franklin Morgan.

(CHUCKLING)

Now that's a good picture.

But I'm partial to Ronald
Reagan westerns myself...

That's fascinating,
Frank. How can I help you?

MORGAN: Well, the
fellas down in Washington

thought you might want a little
assistance with the McManus case.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Sorry you came all this
way, best to the fellas.

Actually, when I
said "assistance,"

perhaps I should have
worded it as "supervise."

You mean DC sent a starched
collar up here to burp us?

The Bureau's been
monitoring Irish gangs since

Mr. Hoover was the top tomato,

and this case has obvious
interest to our interests.

If you want to share some
information with us, Agent Morgan,

I'd be happy to
keep you apprised.

Okay. Okay. Well,
when I said "supervise,"

I really should have
said "investigate,"

as in whether someone from
the 1-2-5 is involved in the murder.

(EXCLAIMING)

So you think one of us did it?

Any mystery is merely
a question of drainage.

You remove all the
extraneous elements,

and the answer is revealed
like a great, glowing stone.

This murder is on our sheet,

and that means it's
our problem to solve.

And you and your
Fed-stick don't amount to

a popcorn fart in the great,
glorious metropolis that is Huntlandia.

Okay. Okay.

But feature this, gentlemen,

some skuzzy Irish hood
guns down two of yours

and then gets scragged himself.

We at the Bureau have a
saying, "You just ain't that lucky."

Gang slaying. Extortion beef.

Oh. Here's gambling debts.

All likely avenues, but
you're ignoring the obvious.

What's the obvious? One of us?

(SCOFFS)

Give it up, pal.

No one in this precinct
killed McManus, okay?

I understand that you
went undercover in his gang.

In my experience,
hanging out with criminals

brings out the dark
side of a person.

How was your relationship
with Jimmy McManus?

Oh, lovely. We summered
together on the Cape,

bonfires in the dunes,
Frisbees in the surf.

McManus had a recipe for
quahog chowder, make you weep.

MAN 1: I ain't seen him in a
while. You? MAN 2: No, me neither.

Pepper Anderson always
looks for the motive first.

Whoever has the strongest
motive is usually the killer.

Pepper Anderson?

Police Woman, Angie
Dickinson. I never miss an episode.

You get a lot of your notions about
solving a murder from a TV show?

(LAUGHING)

I don't watch Police Woman for
the police work, Detective Tyler.

I watch it for Angie Dickinson.

I love Angie Dickinson.

I want to move to Vermont and
have babies with Angie Dickinson.

Do you think that's
possible, Detective?

Where were you last
night around 2:45 a.m.?

I was at home with my
neighbor Windy, playing checkers.

Checkers with
Windy? That's right.

And this Windy will corroborate?

She will.

(COINS CLINKING)

Ray, there's a man here
who wants to see a detective

about the McManus case.
He says he saw the shooter.

Yeah, I'm Detective Carling. You
here about the shooting last night?

That's right. Clifford Dorsett.

I'm a doctor. I was making a house
call in the housing development.

It was one of my elderly
patients. She has acute diabetes.

Her ankles swell up.

That's fascinating.
What'd you see?

Just before I stepped outside, I
heard a popping noise, like firecrackers.

And then, a moment later,
a man ran right past me.

I didn't realize till this
morning what was going on,

till I heard the news.

Can you describe
the man you saw?

Well, he was white,
about medium height.

He wore a leather...

Oh, my God. That's him.

That's who?

The man who ran
past me last night.

That's him!

RAY: Yeah, boss.

Agent Moron, excuse me,
Morgan is tossing Tyler's pad,

which is yielding exactly
what Mrs. Morgan sees

when Frankie drops his drawers.

Nothing big.

All right.

Chin up there, Tyler.

Okay? The good doctor
obviously made a mistake.

Hey, Efrem Zimbalist Jr. Mint!
How about we wrap it up, huh?

Clearly, the only crime
is Tyler's taste in clothing.

2B, what's going on?

It's nothing. It's a
misunderstanding.

Did you get busted by the
cops? Wait. Aren't you a cop?

Last night we were playing
checkers till 3:00 in the morning.

I know. I was there.

No, I may need you to tell
the cops in my apartment

that's what we were doing.

MORGAN: Detective Tyler,
would you get in here a moment?

I'll be right back.
I'll be home all day.

Okay, good.

Oh, uh...

Yeah, that's research.

I write science fiction.

Wouldn't have taken you
as an author, Detective.

But you are full of surprises.

Oh, come on!

.380? The same caliber gun
used in the McManus murder.

That's not my gun.

Steve.

I have no idea
how that got there.

All right, now you sound like the
sad sacks we put the screws to.

I didn't shoot McManus, Ray.

I was here all night
with my neighbor Windy.

You ask her
yourself. She's home.

I just saw her a second
ago. She'll tell you.

We were playing checkers
till 3:00 in the morning.

Hey, Windy.

Windy, it's 2B.

(SAM KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Open the door.

Windy? Hello?

Windy?

Time to dance, 2B.

It's a garden mix.

Mary Jane's magic earth.

I'm telling you, I spent
time with her, okay?

She's a hippie
chick, a free spirit.

She makes pot lasagna.

We have dance parties to
Simon and Garfunkel records.

She's my friend.

I had a friend
like that once, too.

I called him Jibber.
He was a talking walrus.

(EXCLAIMS)

Of course, I was five.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I think I'm going crazy, Annie.

I don't know how else to
explain what's happening to me.

I keep seeing these flashes
of shooting McManus,

but I don't remember
doing it or hiding the gun.

It's not possible to
forget something like that.

The witness saw me running from the
scene. The gun was in my apartment.

Explain that.

I can't.

And Windy, we talk.

Well, she talks. A lot.

She calls me 2B.

As in, "To be or not to be"?

The things I told you about me,
about where I'm from, about 2008,

you thought I was crazy.

I don't anymore. But you did.

You started to believe me, but
that still doesn't mean it's true.

There is something bad
and broken inside me, Annie.

My father's a killer.

His blood runs through my veins.

You are not your father.

You're not your father.

This is real, Sam.

Who you are inside is real.

How I feel about you is real.

How you feel about me?

Whether you're crazy

and I'm crazy for believing you,

the one thing I know absolutely

is that you are not a killer.

(SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Morgan got back the
ballistics on the gun.

It was a match.

I brought you some supper.

Thank you.

I know you don't
shoot people, Tyler,

and then hide the murder
weapon in your closet.

You're an odd duck, but you're
no dummy. I'll help you how I can.

But you gotta
find the real killer.

And how do you
want me to do that?

I suggest you eat your chop
suey, open the fortune cookie.

Something will come to you.

Good night. Good night.

GENE: So, while you
been sleeping, Chris,

Spiro Agnew turned out to be
a great disappointment to us all.

He was taking bribes.

(LAUGHING) Can you imagine?

The Vice President
taking bribes.

What's next? The President
himself committing burglary?

Where's Detective Tyler?

You don't even ask how
my guy here is doing?

Where's Tyler?

He's gonna pull through.

He's a tough little bastard.
Don't let the baby face fool you.

No finer man you want by your
side when things get dangerous.

I'll submit him for
a Medal of Honor.

Where's Tyler?

Last I saw Detective Tyler,
he was in his cell, sleeping.

He is not in his cell.

Sure he is.

But when he sleeps,
he turns invisible.

I suggest you go
back down there,

and if you're real quiet, you can hear
him snoring. It's a funny little snore.

(IMITATES SNORING)

(WHISTLING SOFTLY)

It's got a whistle on the end.

I promise you, I will find
out who helped Tyler escape,

and that person will
be dealt with harshly.

If you want Tyler so bad, why
don't you go after him yourself?

None of his 1-2-5-brethren
are gonna let him play patsy

on that mope's murder.

As we speak, his photo is being
distributed throughout the city,

to newspapers and TV
stations. We'll catch Tyler,

and when I'm done with him, he'll be
in Rikers, eating bologna out of a straw.

(RATTLING)

(CRASHING)

(GROANS)

Are you kidding
me, Little Patrick?

How many times were you gonna
try and toss the garbage in there?

What did you think was going on?

Wacky raccoons?

What the hell you
doing in there?

We need to talk.

Yeah, the police kill Jimmy and you got
the pills to think I'm gonna talk to you?

The police didn't kill Jimmy.
I'm trying to figure out who did.

Where, from inside a dumpster?

Who wanted your boss dead? You.

No, I didn't kill him.
You didn't kill him?

No, I'm trying to find out
who wanted him dead.

Who wanted him dead? Yes.

Half the city of New York.

The cops, the
Italians, the Russians,

his high school
metal shop teacher,

his ex-girlfriend, two of my
ex-girlfriends and Jimmy's father.

Anything more recent?

You want another
one of these, boy-o?

Okay, okay, okay.

About a week before
you reared your ugly head,

he had us swipe this big
rig hauling swag out of JFK.

We was back at
the pony celebrating,

and this average-looking Joe
comes in. He powwows with Jimmy.

Next thing I hear, we
gotta give the truck back.

Whatever this Joe said, it spooked Jimmy
bad enough to hand back a decent score.

What was in the truck?

Toys.

Toys? Yeah.

Kids' toys from the
Aries Toy Company.

The Aries Toy Company?

Yeah. That's what it said on the
side of the truck. Aries Toy Company.

(PHONE RINGING)

1-2-5 Squad. This
is Officer Norris.

Annie, it's me.

Sam, where are
you? Are you okay?

I don't have time to talk right
now. I need you to do me a favor.

Uh...

Okay, Dad. How's
Grandma feeling?

Grandma's feeling
a little cold right now,

but I need you to check
out an Aries Toy Company.

I need an address,
employee directory, anything.

What's Grandma
gonna need that for?

Just meet me under the Queensboro
Bridge on the Queens side at 5:00.

I'll explain everything.

Okay, Dad. Take care.

(SAM EXHALES)

(SIREN BLARING)

(PANTING)

No.

Annie.

Oh, Sam. God, you look terrible.

Well, I was going for awful,
but terrible's close enough.

Put this on, please.

(PANTING) Thank you for
doing this, for helping me,

for having faith
in me. Thank you.

Have faith in yourself, Sam.

I'm not there yet.
What did you dig up?

Aries Toy Company, it's a
toy manufacturer in Greenpoint.

They make everything from
rubber balls to stuffed animals,

you know, stuff you'd
find at a five-and-dime.

Sounds like a front.

The names of employees, owners?

Oddly enough, no.
Just the address.

Nice job, Annie.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Oh, God. That's Agent Morgan.
He must have followed me.

You gotta go, Sam. I'm
sorry for this mess. I'm sorry.

Go.

(SIRENS CONTINUE BLARING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

All right, where is he?
Miss Norris, where is he?

He's not here.

Find him. No, no.

Aiding and abetting a
fugitive is a felony, Miss Norris.

You can't just drag
someone into your car!

Yes, I can.

(CAR APPROACHING)

You need a lift, Spaceman?

Hop in before I change my mind.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

So, why the sudden
display of benevolence, Ray?

You seen Death Wish yet?

It's like the Citizen
Kane of revenge flicks.

Yeah, I saw it a long time ago.

It just came out last month.

It's a long story.

Yeah, well, anyway, you
ain't no Charles Bronson.

Now, whoever did kill McManus,

they should get a free weekend in
Atlantic City with a seven-breasted hooker.

But I know it wasn't a righteous
boy scout like you that plugged him.

Okay, I'm glad to hear that.

All right. Wherever you
need to go, I'll take you.

Aries Toy Company,
Greenpoint, Brooklyn.

Yep, leave it to you.

The guy's got half the
population of New York's finest

looking to collar his ass,

and Spaceman wants
to go buy a Slinky.

By the way, I'd have a lot more
respect for you if you had killed McManus.

I used to be like you,
Miss Norris, idealistic.

Betrayal can be a
tough cookie to swallow.

What are you getting
at, you enormous dullard?

Sam Tyler is unstable. He
thinks he's from the future,

that little mechanical
creatures crawl up his nose,

that his own father shot him.

How do you know this?

(EXCLAIMS)

Sam's department psych file.

It's supposed to
be confidential.

Sam Tyler killed Jimmy McManus,

and you helped
him avoid the law.

I want to know
where he's hiding out.

Sam didn't kill Jimmy McManus.

It was someone from
the Aries Toy Company.

McManus hijacked
one of their trucks.

(LAUGHING SARCASTICALLY)

Is that right?

A toy company sought revenge
against a psychotic Irish gangster?

For what?

Abusing a hula-hoop?

RAY: This is all
very Scooby-Doo.

What do you mean?

A toy company harboring
pure evil? That's gotta be a first.

Obviously you've never
met a certain purple dinosaur.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

It sounds like a party going on.

(GO ALL THE WAY PLAYING)

Don't look so evil to me.

Okay. Easy does it, sweetheart.

Actually, Spaceman, I think we
may have stumbled upon heaven.

Who's thirsty?

(LAUGHS)

♪ Till she kissed me and said

♪ Baby, please go all the way

♪ It feels so right

♪ Being with you here tonight

♪ Please go all the way

SAM: Ray.

♪ Just hold me close

♪ Don't ever let me go

(LAUGHS) Another
one? Here you go.

Hello, Dr. Dorsett.

(EXCLAIMS)

(DORSETT GROANING)

No house calls tonight, Doctor?

I'm guessing that pouring
drinks is as close as you get

to dispensing medicine, huh?

It looks like the good doctor doesn't
know whether to poop or wind his watch.

All right, I'm no
doctor. All right?

Who the hell are you?

I'm an actor. I tend bar at
night. I got head shots with me.

Well, that's good, 'cause we're
casting for Bozo the Clown.

Who told you to lie to the police
about seeing me that night, huh?

Who set me up?

I don't know. It was
just a gig. I swear.

RAY: All right.
All right. All right!

Hey, hey. Come on. Take it
easy. Take it easy. All right?

We'll take him back to the
house. We'll brace him there.

Yeah, put him in the car.

You all right? I'm gonna
have a look around.

♪ But now I'm changed
and I feel so strange

♪ I come alive when she
says all those things to me

♪ And she says

♪ Come on

♪ Come on

♪ Come on

(FEEDBACK)

♪ Come on ♪ I need you

♪ Come on

♪ Come on ♪

Wait! Wait!

Detective Tyler, you weren't
supposed to peek behind the curtain.

You've become a real
problem for me, Sam.

You know that? I
get that feeling, yeah.

All right, move it.

Who are these people?

We call them clients.

You killed Jimmy McManus 'cause
he stole a truck. What did he see?

Nothing that concerned
him. Or you, for that matter.

Why did you frame me?

(EXCLAIMS) Sam.

If you'd just played it cool

and listened to me instead
of being so damn curious,

none of this would
have happened.

Listened to you?

(IN DEEP VOICE) Hello, Sam.

You were the one
who called me and

told me to go down to the basement?
Who do you work for, Morgan?

The dream police. We
live inside your head.

We mold your soul.

Well, we don't,

but our little friends that
we send inside your brain do.

We send miniature robot into
human body to confirm or deny

the existence of a human soul.

(ROBOT BUZZING)

Those tiny robots?

You put one of those
things in my head?

We did. But it seems
to have gone on the fritz.

It's tapped into
your baser instincts,

the dark blood of your father.

You were on your way to
exact revenge, to commit murder.

We couldn't let that happen.

If it did, everything we worked
for would have gone awry.

You got me, copper.

What you gonna do?

(GROANING)

And that's why it's over.
Go on. Get up there.

Come on! Get up there!

Go on!

We're sending you home.

What did you say? It's
time to go home, Sam.

Maya's waiting for you.

And your mother,
such a lovely woman.

Your friends, coworkers,
new Nine Inch Nails record.

What did you say?

Excuse me. CD.

It's time.

One small step

and you fly.

Drop the gun!

What are you doing,
Hunt? I got him cornered.

Forget it, Frank. The Oscar
for best supporting dingbat

has already gone to Dr. Dorsett,

who's singing a sweet
song about the frame job

you put on Tyler for
the McManus murder.

Tyler, get down from
there before you get hurt.

Tyler, get down. ANNIE: Sam!

Don't listen to them, Sam.

They're just a part of your psyche.
They want you to stay in 1973.

You know the way home.

Sam, don't do it. Please.

Go home to Maya.

ANNIE: Sam!

Don't believe him.

He read your
department psych file.

That's how he knows everything.

Go home to the future, Sam.

Heck, they've made a fourth
Raiders Of The Lost Ark.

While it's not a great
movie, it's really worth seeing.

How could he know that?

What? I didn't say anything.

Raiders. Who?

(EXCLAIMS)

Sam, one last step.
Just take that step.

Damn it, Morgan. Tyler, the
joke is over. Get off that edge.

Tyler! Step down! Annie!

No-Nuts, what are you on, dope?

Annie, what are you doing?

Sam, if you don't
think I'm real,

then it won't matter
if I jump with you.

You know what's real, Sam.

You know what's real.

(HEART BEATING)

(WINDY PLAYING)

♪ Who's peeking out
from under a stairway

♪ Calling a name
that's lighter than air

♪ Who's bending down
to give me a rainbow

♪ Everyone knows it's Windy

♪ Who's tripping down
the streets of the city

2B! You look like
you've seen a ghost.

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

How did that thing
go with the cops?

They never came to talk to me.

They did. We did.

But you weren't there.

Your apartment is...

Empty, I know. I'm
so embarrassed.

My ex-boyfriend, crazy Luke
McMullen. I told you about him, right?

He joined a cult to get
out of Valentine's Day.

He cleaned everything out.

What a drag.

I think that you're a
figment of my imagination.

(GIGGLING)

I'm flattered. I once had a
figment of the imagination,

only he looked like Jimmy Page.

But then again,
what is real anyhow?

We are alive, and
then we are not.

We move on.

Who knows to where?

Eventually, someone else
will be living in our apartment,

in our city, in our world,
and we'll be off and away.

We all have different pasts, 2B.

But we share the
same future, don't we?

Which is why we are
here for each other.

(LAUGHING)

So it turns out

Agent Morgan was involved
in all sorts of illicit smuggling.

And McManus tried to rip a guy
like that off. Not too smart, huh, Chris?

Now Frank's off to Federal pen.
The guy was like a mustard burp.

Momentarily tangy,
then gone away for good.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Trying to pin the whole
thing on you, Sam?

Well, I might have jumped.

All right.

We're gonna take our
butts over to The Snug

and do a little drinkulating in honor
of your being back amongst the living.

Get some rest, kid.

I'm gonna be back tomorrow with
some nudie mags for you. All right?

You're gonna bust a stitch when you
see Barbi Benton as a naughty nurse.

(CHUCKLING)

CHRIS: Hey.

What is it with you two?

What do you mean?
Well, you just...

You seem different together.

Different how?

I don't know. Just different.

We just are here for each other.

Well, I like it.

♪ Who's tripping down
the streets of the city

♪ Smiling at everybody she sees

♪ Who's reaching
out to capture a moment

♪ Everyone knows it's Windy ♪