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Man: [Inaudible] -[Whimpering]

The similarities are strong enough to suggest a pattern.

Both were made to strip to music

and then raped and slashed to death.

All these terrible murders, this terrible tension.

You have to be a Mrs. Amy king.

- And act as a bait for the rapist. - That too.

That's a police woman you got back there with you.

Break it in.

Man: You listen to me.

Because I got your friend.

And I am gonna kill her.

[Theme music playing]

Hey, what's the hurry? Visiting hours aren't up yet.

I've got things to do.

Listen, if you're planning a surprise party, don't make it too big...

-[Chuckles] -...Okay?

Ellie, thanks for these...

And for being you.

Now don't get sexy.

Tomorrow night we'll get sexy.

-Can I count on it? -You can count on it.

Bye.

[Door closes]

[Car engine starts]

[Tires screech]

Well now, last visit, huh, Ms. Tarlow?

Yeah, my husband's going home tomorrow.

Why don't we just forget about it today.

Sort of my way of saying, um, good luck to the both of you.

Well, that's really very nice, but I want you to take it, honest.

Hey, Ms. Tarlow, have a nice day.

[Thudding]

[Thudding continues]

[Objects clatter]

What do you want?

Man: Put down the hammer.

Put down the hammer! Drop it! Now!

[Chuckles]

[Mellow music playing over radio]

Heh, dance!

Go on, dance.

[Clicks fingers]

Sexy.

Come on, sexy.

Come on, sexy!

Yeah. That's good.

[Chuckles]

Take off your clothes.

Come on, take your clothes off.

-Take them off. -No.

Now! Don't stop!

[Cries]

I love you, baby.

Come on, don't stop. Come on don't stop.

-Take 'em off. -[Cries]

Bill: These drinks are on me, dugan.

To the end of your bachelor days.

Pete: Pepper said she's got a surprise for you. She's on her way.

[Cross talk]

[Telephone rings]

Hello, Benny's. Just a minute.

You got telephone.

-Crowley, telephone. -Huh?

The redhead?

Dugan: I don't believe it!

[Laughter]

At ease, men. At ease.

Hi, guys. Hey, dugan, I've got something for you.

-Oh, yeah. -To give to Betty.

An old Peruvian charm for brides.

-Hey. -That's nice.

One of those fertility symbols, I think.

Oh, no, no, it's too late for that.

[Laughs]

Hey, Joe. Pete.

Yeah, yeah.

[Cross talk]

It ain't the redhead, is it?

That was marsh on the phone. He's got a 187.

The victim's a female Caucasian, about 30.

Found dead in her home a few minutes ago.

Raped and slashed with a razor some 20 odd times.

And her husband's a patient at Bryan memorial.

Hey, wait a minute, that lady last week, what was her name?

Anna savelli.

Right.

Anna savelli. The similarities are strong enough to suggest a pattern.

Both women in their thirties, both of them had husbands at Bryan

and apparently both were made to strip to music

and then raped and slashed to death.

Wonder what kind of a freak we've got this time.

I don't know. I have no idea.

Did your wife tell you about anybody,

did she ever mention anybody at all

who was giving her a bad time, was bothering her?

Mr. Tarlow?

No.

I'd rather you postpone this until tomorrow.

He's under heavy sedation, lieutenant.

And his wife is the second murder victim

of a patient in this hospital within a week. Okay?

Two minutes.

Your job ours... Ain't always a lot of laughs, is it?

Mr. Tarlow, please, just try to think now...

Can you think of anybody at all? Anybody?

Yesterday she mentioned phone...

A phone call?

The phone rang...

She said hello. No answer.

She said hello again, then a click.

-She-she... -She?

She was so upset.

I-I said,

Ellie, it-it happens all the time, don't worry.

Please, don't worry.

[Sobs]

Amy: Her instinct was right. Especially with a girl alone.

You get where you can tell a telephone freak when you pick up a receiver.

Okay. We just got clearance to work inside the hospital.

Bill will go in as a patient.

Mr. Donald king, a businessman, undergoing extensive tests.

Yeah, only the top hospital administrators know about this thing.

My contact's a Dr. Abraham foreman.

Pep, you'll be Mrs. Amy king, my wife.

Do I have to?

Well, it was a tough decision, honey. It was either you or Joe.

Oh.

Anyway, you'll pay me visits twice a day, regularly,

afternoons and evenings.

And I want you to really show yourself around that hospital.

Get friendly with as many people as possible, pick up whatever information you can.

And act as bait for the rapist.

That, too. Yeah.

Joe, you'll cover as an orderly,

likewise picking up information,

you know, I mean, mixing up with the personnel.

So you've been in the files again, huh?

Well, were you a medic or weren't you, man?

Heh, back to bedpan alley. Thanks a lot.

Pete, you work on the outside with me.

Okay.

I check in at 11 o'clock. Pep, you'll pay your first visit at one.

Oh, can we make it two? I've got a lunch date.

-Break it. -With my sister.

Oh, yeah. Well, I'll see you at two.

Here you are, Cheryl. Isn't she pretty?

She's very, very French, and her name is Monique.

What? Your sister is Monique and you're a boy? Pierrot?

Oh, I'm very, very, sorry, monsieur.

What? Oh, no, I'll make sure it never, never happens again.

Now, how about having some lunch?

Just you and me and a butterfly or two, if they want to come along.

Look, apples, and grapes.

[Indistinct announcement over pa]

And our job is to make you as comfortable as possible.

Well, I sure appreciate it, ladies.

-Hello. -Oh, hi, honey, come on in.

-Hello, darling. -This is my wife, Amy,

this is Mrs. Wadsworth and Mrs. Bailey.

[Cross talk]

Oh, and we have a large collection of paper backs, Mr. King

and if you ever feel too tired to read one of our young assistants can come in...

Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary.

Uh, I guess not. My wife thinks that won't be necessary.

[All laugh]

I brought you the afternoon paper.

Oh, "second hospital patient's wife found...

Just terrible.

Did you ladies know this Mrs. Tarlow?

-Yes we did. And we knew Mrs. Savelli, too. Bill: Oh, really?

The other young woman whose husband is here.

Oh, they were so young. Mrs. King, I don't mean to frighten you

but you-you really have to be very careful.

-Facts are facts, you know. -I will.

All right, that's enough of that and you will call on us now, won't you?

Yes, I will. Thanks a lot, ladies. Thank you.

[Door closes]

Nice flowers. Who sent them?

I did.

They make a very nice couple, don't you think?

Yes, but then again...

You forget sometimes to lock that kitchen door at night.

And the patio door. But I won't forget anymore, honey, honest.

It's not funny, sweetheart.

I know it isn't. Gimme a kiss. I've got to go.

I'll see you tonight after I feed the kids.

-Okay. -Goodbye.

[Indistinct announcement over pa]

-How's, uh, Cheryl doin'? -Not too bad.

Enjoying your little stay here?

- [Inaudible] Asked for a bedpan. - You get gumdrops instead.

-Oh, yeah? Peppermint? -Horehound.

What else you got? Hear anything?

Suspects, like ants at a picnic. You know, you ask around

and you find that every other male employee is a possible rapist,

including interns, residents, ambulance drivers and orderlies.

Listen, pep, down in the lobby I noticed a bulletin board.

Why don't you make up a little card, something like,

"dachshund for sale. Mrs. Amy king."

Put your phone number on it.

What a girl won't do for a hundred bucks an hour.

Listen, you're in criminal conspiracy now, kid.

She thinks she's still in vice.

Right. Mind if I make it a schnauzer?

Just don't make it a police dog.

[Laughs]

Okay. A five.

And here's your change one, two...

-how's Mr. Lakes? -Slightly better.

- He'll be going home soon then? - Any day now.

Yeah.

-Oh, three, four. Thank you. -Thanks

[women chattering]

-Oh, hello, ladies. -Hello, Mrs. King.

Oh, if you're waiting for a cab, maybe I can help you.

Oh, no, thank you. My grandson is picking us up.

Wadsworth: There he is now. Bailey: There you are.

-Hi, grandma, Mrs. Bailey. -Hello, there.

Only two minutes late.

Six minutes. Mrs. King, my grandson, Martin,

and his friend, shana Reed.

-Hi. -Hi

-Mrs. King's husband's is in our [inaudible] -oh, really.

Can we give you a lift?

Oh, no, I have my car but thanks. Bye, bye.

-Bye, Mrs. King. -Well, hop in kids.

[Car engine starts]

Thanks, Mrs. Amy king.

How'd you know?

Well, I make it a practice of knowing my customers' names.

Now drive carefully.

I wouldn't want anything to happen to this lovely car.

[Chuckles]

-Thank you. Goodnight. Fred: Goodnight.

[Telephone rings]

Hello.

Hey, pep, bill. Everything all right?

Did you get that card up on the bulletin board?

Everything's all right. I put it up, top left corner.

Oh, uh, by any chance, did you tell someone to keep an eye on the apartment?

No. Why?

Oh, nothing. Except I noticed...

Bill: Noticed what?

Hey, pep you okay?

Um...

Nothing. Nothing at all. See you in the morning, bill.

[Telephone clicks]

Bryan memorial. Good morning. Mr. Thurman? He's in 712.

Bryan memorial. Good morning.

-Hello? -Dr. Foreman? Uh, yes, I will.

Now I've heard everything. Heh.

They want me to go and visit a patient. Mind the store, girls.

[Knocking on door]

Come in.

[Door opens]

-Mr. King? -That's right.

I'm Theresa Russo, the telephone operator.

I'm sorry, Theresa.

From the sound of your voice on the phone I was expecting an older woman.

Uh, Mr. King, do you mind telling me what this is all about?

Well, first of all, I'm not Mr. King.

Oh, that's great.

Oh, you're a cop.

Theresa, two women have been raped and murdered.

Patients' wives.

Now we think the man who did it may work here in the hospital.

What has that got to do with me?

Well, you're a... you're a telephone operator, you hear things.

- I don't listen in, no way. - No, but you hear things.

Yeah, well, naturally you hear things.

Look, I'm not asking you to listen in, Theresa,

but, well, let's face it,

neither one of us was born yesterday, right?

You tryin' to con me?

Uh, Theresa, that's really not my style.

Look, I'm not a snoop and I'm not a cop,

and I just don't do that kind of thing. I'm sorry.

Theresa, two women were murdered.

Evviva le donne, huh?

What?

[Speaking in Italian]

I just, uh, said women are something else.

Oh, no. I know what you said.

But I thought that thing that you showed me said that your name was crowley.

That's right.

-You speak italiano? -Yeah, that's right.

How come you speak italiano?

Well, I had this grandmother came from a town nobody ever heard of,

outside of Naples, called torre del greco.

You're kidding! You're kidding!

My family comes from a town right across the way,

-torr' annunziata. -Torr' annunziata?

Hmm.

[Speaking in Italian]

[Both laugh]

That's incredible.

[Speaking in Italian]

Ah, would I kid you?

[Laughs]

Hey now, you're putting me on.

[Speaking in Italian]

No, with those Irish eyes, you're not Italian.

[Speaking in Italian]

Listen, if you're from Naples, how come you're not singing?

Hey, [singing in Italian]

[Both singing]

[Speaking in Italian]

No, no, it's like an Irish dinner.

- Good morning, Mrs. Amy king. - Good morning, Mr. Uh...

-D'you really want to know? -Tit for tat.

Good morning.

Bill, pep.

Bill: Yeah, I'll be right out. - Got a name for you.

Bill: Oh? -Fred Asher.

Bill: Who's that? - Casanova of the parking booth.

Big eyes for the ladies.

-Bad vibes? -Yeah, kinky.

Hey, do you wanna [inaudible]?

The telephone operator's got a suspect for me, too.

A Dr. Gabriel shaver, he's a resident here.

She says he's been paying a lot of special attention to the patients' wives.

-So? -So check him out with foreman.

-What's that guy's name? -Asher.

Asher, huh? I'll follow up on him.

You got to mingle, and let the folks see you [inaudible].

-Right. -Come on, let's move it.

- Get your tails in gear. - Incipient peptic ulcer.

Aggravating constantly.

Ciao, darling.

Try to hold it down to 98.6.

Doctor says I'll be able to start playing games in a week.

That's sensational.

Listen, when you get back, would you bring me a paper?

Sure, honey.

[Indistinct announcement over pa]

-See ya. -See ya.

Not a chance.

- Are you sure of that? - Of course, I'm sure.

Dr. Shaver was on duty both of the murder nights.

Well, of course I've heard rumors about him, but I've checked him out personally.

He likes to pinch nurses. Nobody's perfect.

Well, doctor, I'm sure you understand

we have to check out every possible lead, no matter who.

Yes, of course.

Tell me, when is all this going to end?

All these terrible murders, this terrible tension.

We're trying to run a hospital here.

Now that's difficult enough these days.

Now we have to cope with frightened patients and their frightened wives.

Doctor, I know the problem. Trust us. We are doing our best.

And thank you.

Evening, Doug.

[Gate clicks]

[Whimpers]

[All laugh]

I'm glad to hear that Mr. King's coming along.

- Yes, he should be getting home soon. - Good.

Will you tell him we're disappointed.

He never calls on us.

-Hi, grandma. -Hello, dear.

-Mrs. King. -Martin.

Well, goodnight, everybody.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

Pepper, we just got a call from Pete.

There's been another 187.

Wife of the guy next door to bill.

It happened right across the park, just off lake road.

[Car door opens]

[Car door closes]

[Helicopter whirring]

-Hello, pepper. -Hello.

Barney, pick up her clothes.

Guess he made her strip and dance like the others.

I'm afraid so, pep.

[Door closes]

[Crickets chirping]

[Knocking]

Listen, I want to see that lab report as soon as it comes in.

Yeah, who is it?

Theresa: It's me, Theresa. - Yeah, come on in, Theresa.

[Door opens]

There isn't a hell of a lot I can do,

tied to a hospital bed, is there?

Yeah, I'll talk to you later.

[Telephone thuds]

Yeah, what have ya got, Theresa?

Well, it's so awful, another woman murdered.

And her husband, he picks up the phone

and he tries to call their children,

and he burst out bawling like a baby.

Heh, I couldn't even put the call through.

Ah, listen. Uh, about this guy,

this, uh, Fred Asher that you mentioned.

Yeah. What about him?

Well, something's wrong.

Like what?

Like how you told me, how he wrote on his worksheet

that he was working here on the night that Mrs. Tarlow was murdered.

This Tuesday?

Well, I know that he was away from here, at least for a while.

'Cause I took a call from him.

He wanted to talk to this nurse here.

It just so happens that she wasn't here,

'cause she's off on Tuesdays.

Sir, you're not supposed to be down here.

Patients aren't allowed in the lobby.

I'm just stretching my legs.

Well, would you please stretch them back in...

Nurse, uh, my wife left an ad up here.

You didn't see anyone take anything off this board, did you?

No, I didn't. Now, please would you...

[knocking on door]

-Who is it? Joe: Pete and Joe.

We barging in on anything? -Oh, no.

Steve McQueen's upstairs in the shower, but nothing special.

-Pep, break out the blankets. -Huh?

Joe and I are spending the night.

What's wrong?

Well, bill checked the bulletin board.

- Your advertisement's missing. - He took the bait.

Well, we'll see. We checked out Asher

and he was free during the time of all three murders.

Mm-hmm.

- Crowley got anything in mind? - He sure does.

Asher gets off around 3:00.

That gives you exactly five minutes.

Okay, pep.

Get goin' and be careful.

[Door closes]

Well, hello there, Mrs. Amy king.

Well, hello, Mr. Fred Asher.

-Are you waiting for someone? Amy: No.

My car broke down. I just phoned for a cab.

[Chuckles]

Looks like we both got off from work at the same time tonight.

Well...

I don't consider visiting my husband work.

Oh, well, I mean, I didn't mean it like that.

Ha, ha. I was trying to be funny.

Um, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Hey, um, why don't I drive you home.

I'll tell Charlie in the booth to cancel the cab.

Well, if it's not too far out of your way.

-Are you kidding? -Great.

[Car engine starts]

-Thank you. -Yes, indeed. Heh.

Fred: Tell me something, Amy.

Will your husband be getting out of the hospital soon?

Amy: I hope.

Fred: Must be very lonely with him away like that.

I mean, I live alone.

I know what that feeling's like.

Well, Fred, I think it would be more correct to say

that I was more lonely before he went in...

That's it right here... With his job he travels a lot.

This is the most I've seen of him in months.

[Brakes clatter]

That's the way it goes, I guess.

Well, Mr. Fred Asher, I want to thank you very much.

My pleasure.

Amy. Um, would you like to have dinner?

Oh, I... couldn't have dinner tonight,

but would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?

Could you change that to a drink?

-Here you go. -Oh, thank you.

-Uh, where's yours? -Maybe a little later.

-This is really a nice place. -Thank you.

Well, I'm still working on it. Heh.

[Sighs]

[Mellow music plays on radio]

All right! Ha, ha.

Hey, I bet you never would guess,

I won a trophy for this when I was in the Navy.

Yeah, u.S.O. Show.

The frug me and this nurse. Ha, ha.

- Amy, baby, dance with me, come one. - Well...

Hmm, look at you, you're all right.

Yeah.

Whoops. Ouch. Nuts.

Wrong shoes for dancing.

I'll go put on the right ones.

You make yourself comfortable.

I'll be right back.

[Exhales]

Thought as long as I was here I'd see the rest of your place.

This is it.

-Your lonely room? -Mm-hmm.

It's very nice.

Pep per. Pepper!

Me. It's my nickname.

Pepper.

That what you want me to call you?

But now, you'd better stick to Mrs. Amy king.

Whatever turns you on.

[Thuds]

That doesn't. Sorry.

Well, honey, we just met.

It takes time to...

[Kisses]

I don't want you to do that. Don't touch...

- what's the matter, baby... - i asked you for coffee.

That's what I asked you come up for.

[Inaudible] I don't want...

I want... I want you to stop it.

What the hell is that?

Hey. Rape? Murder? Come on, man.

- You gotta be kidding. - The night of the 17th.

- Where were you, Asher? - Um, I told you. I was home.

-You live alone? -Yep.

How about the night of the 24th?

24th. Uh, yeah, I was home again.

You were supposed to be working that night.

Uh, well, I reported in that night, but I didn't feel very good

and, uh, I went home for a couple of hours.

- You go home yesterday? - Yesterday? Uh, well, uh...

I-I took... I got in my car and I-I went for a drive.

-Took off where? -The desert.

Alone?

Yeah, alone. I-I-I had things to think about, ya know?

-What kind of things? -Personal things.

-You expect us to believe that? -Yes.

Okay. I've had it with you.

Pete, book this guy on attempted rape.

Turn it over to the d. A.'S office.

Hey. Hey, wait a minute, hey, wait.

Hey, hey, man.

Hey, I could use a drink, ya know.

[Gunfire on TV]

[Screaming on TV]

Joe: Hey, anything?

-Did Asher roll over? -Asher rolled over.

The wrong way.

What do you mean?

Only, talk, but not about any murders.

Since he has been shacking up with this chick

who happens to be married to a surgeon here.

He just didn't want to bring down any heat on her.

Confirmed?

Confirmed.

I'm gonna get some coffee.

-Anybody want any? -I'll take some tea.

Hey, pep.

I don't want you leaving the floor without cover.

The coffee machine's at the end of the hall.

-You heard what I said, right? -Yes, boss.

[Door closes]

-Oh, Mrs. King. -Yes?

May I speak with you for a second?

Oh, sure. I was just going for coffee.

But it's about your advertisement for the schnauzer.

The one my grandson took off the bulletin board.

-Martin? -Yes.

You see, he's going back to school in england, next month

and the customs are very strict.

They quarantine all pets for six months before admitting them.

Yes. I know.

Now I don't think that'd be fair to Martin or to the animal.

I thought I'd talk to him about it but I..

I'm afraid I would upset him.

Not that he gets that way anymore.

Uh, being away has helped him enormously with his problem.

What kind of problem?

Well, I think the best way to describe his problem

would be to call it an emotional condition.

It developed about the time that his father died, of cancer.

How long ago was that, doctor?

Oh, about six or seven years ago.

Did he die here at the hospital?

Yes. And it was a doubly tragic thing.

You see, Martin's mother, she's a beautiful young woman,

I always thought unstable, emotionally.

She left, ran away with another man.

Well, the boy suffered an emotional breakdown, became violent.

Then they sent him to London for psychiatric treatment.

Yeah, uh, Joe, Pete, alert all the men at the hospital

to be on the lookout for the Wadsworth kid.

Have them locate the grandmother and stay with her.

Pepper: Right.

[Indistinct announcement over pa]

[Mrs. Bailey] The discovery of that fact

should bring about a major revolution in the concept of man and the universe

excuse me, Mrs. Bailey.

Do you know where I can find Mrs. Wadsworth?

Edith? She's probably up in one of the patients' rooms.

Is something the matter, Mrs. King?

Uh, probably not.

-The kid's here. -In the hospital?

The garage attendant spotted him about ten minutes ago.

[Indistinct announcement over pa]

One sound and I'll slit your throat.

Now you just be real quiet, okay.

Just real quiet.

[Breathes heavily]

Remember.

-[Amy breathes heavily] -Be quiet.

Martin: I don't think the night watchman will mind

if we use his pad. He doesn't come in until six.

Amy: What do you want? - What do you think, tramp.

Oh.

I like music.

I like music very much.

[Mellow music on radio]

-Mrs. Wadsworth? -Yeah?

Have you seen my wife in the last few minutes?

-No, I haven't. -What about your grandson.

-Have you seen him? -No. Why?

Stay with this police officer, Mrs. Wadsworth,

I'll have to explain later.

-But, Mr. King... -I'll explain later.

I've been watching you for the past few days. Do you know that?

Keeping an eye on you.

[Laughs]

Good, little wife coming to visit her ailing husband.

But all the time managing to leave the room to wander in the hallways.

Eyes roving...

Eyes roving all over the place, smiling at everybody.

Even smiling at me.

You dig that, don't you, turning guys on like that?

Yeah.

Well, your husband may not know it but I do.

And do you want to know something else I know?

I know that you're filth, and you're rotten.

And I'm gonna make you pay for it.

Did you kill those women?

[Breathing heavily]

Why, Martin? Why'd you do that?

I don't know.

I don't know.

My old buddy, the English shrink,

would probably say I was getting back at my mother.

He used to blame everything on my mother.

"I'll only be gone a little while, Martin." But dad's dying.

"Just a little while."

Hey, bill. One of the interns found this on the elevator.

Stretched and slashed.

A nurse said she thinks she saw him on the elevator.

And she said it was going up.

Pete, get some special equipment in case we need it up here.

Right.

[Soft music playing on radio]

Hey.

Hey, that's a sexy beat, isn't it?

You wanna dance.

Come on, let's dance, okay?

I said, dance.

Martin. Police. Open up.

Come on, Martin, open up. I see you back there.

Martin, that's a police woman you got back there with you.

Now don't compound your problems. Let her go.

-Martin. -Come on.

All right, break it in.

Martin: Get out of here.

You stay off this roof or I'll slit her throat.

Okay, Martin. Okay, we'll get off the roof.

But you can't escape from up here, son.

I'll tell you what...

You let her go and I promise you, you won't get hurt.

Martin: No. You listen to me.

Because I've got your friend,

and if you don't I'm gonna kill her.

Okay, I'm listening.

I want you to get a car for me.

And I want you creeps to keep your hands off of me

until I get in that car and get out of here.

Do you understand? 'Cause if you don't,

then you're not getting your lady friend back in one piece.

You know we can't do that, Martin.

You've got to, or I'm gonna kill her.

-No deal, son. -Yeah.

Well you ask this lady here, what she thinks about that,

about what her friends think about her, huh?

Huh? What do you think about that, lady, huh?

No deal.

Now, I want you to listen to me, son.

Listen, we just want to help you.

We don't want to have to hurt you or kill you,

we just want to help. You're sick and you need help.

Help me? How?

[Helicopter whirring]

Okay, first I want you to let her go, Martin.

Real easy and unhurt.

Martin: No.

Bill: And then, Martin,

I want you to drop that razor and walk over here to me.

And I promise you, son,

I promise

I'll get you to a doctor, or a hospital, or someplace.

I'll get you some place that's gonna get you some help.

I don't want any more help.

But you need it, Martin.

Now you think about what I just said.

Think.

Think about your grandmother, son. Think how she must feel,

knowing you're up here doing what you're doing.

And you love your grandmother, don't you? Don't you?

[Martin] You get this thing out of here. Get it out of here.

You get it out of here or I'm gonna jump off this roof

and I'm takin' her with me.

Get it outta here or I'll go.

Okay, son. We'll get it out of here.

Get the chopper the hell out of here, will ya?

[Inaudible], we're getting rid of him.

Air three, air three, get that chopper out of here.

Get it out, now.

Okay, Martin, we got rid of it for you.

Now, are you gonna let me outta here?

Or am I going over this roof, huh?

Pepper, now!

[Gun shot]

-Are you okay? -Yeah, I guess.

-You okay? -Yeah.

You can hang on to this until we put in for a new dior or Chanel.

How would you like a balenciaga this time?

-You know, like mink. -No jokes.

Please, not now. No jokes. Thanks a lot, guys.

It's been a tough day, huh, kid?

Well, it goes with the territory.

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