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[Siren wailing]

I ask you again, are you carrying a gun?

-And if I am? -I'll have to arrest you.

You figure out what truck you wanna hit yet?

Brock: Tell your maniacs out there not to waste the drivers, huh?

Haven't you ever cheated on a man?

No.

And I never set him up to be killed by the police, either.

She's a cop.

He's got a gun. Stop him! He's gonna kill him.

Don't shoot, Shawn.

Give me the gun. Give me the gun, Shawn.

[Theme music playing]

Pepper: ♪ is in your eyes ♪

♪ a look your smile can't disguise ♪

♪ of love ♪

[Doorbell chimes]

Pepper: ♪ of love is saying ♪

[Doorbell chimes]

[Knock on door]

[Banging on door]

Doherty: Miss Anderson!

Ugh.

Doherty: Miss Anderson! -Just hold it.

Okay. What's the matter?

Don't you hear it? They're at it again.

The Barrys, in 33.

Boy, they're really going at each other this time.

Shawn: I know what's going on. My mother didn't raise a fool.

Hilary: You don't know anything.

Mrs. Doherty, come on, what do you want me to do?

Just a minute ago, I heard him say to her, "I'm gonna blow your head off.'

I don't know whether he meant it or not, but...

Well, why didn't you call the police?

Call the police? Why should I when I've got a live-in cop?

Mrs. Doherty, I'm wet I'll get out of here.

I didn't realize you were taking a shower...

I've got to get ready for work.

If you don't mind you're working tonight?

- But you were working today. - It's a, uh, part time job.

Extra job, huh?

Well, nobody makes enough to live on these days.

True. Not even the cops.

Well, I guess it's better than being on the take.

Right? No offense.

Shawn: I saw you trying to flush it down the toilet

hilary: What?

Shawn: That note. "Dear hilary." What is it?

-You don't think... hilary: She gave me her number.

[Breaking glasses]

Mrs. Doherty, a patrol car could be here in two minutes.

In two minutes, somebody could be dead.

[Sighs]

All right. Excuse me a minute.

Shawn: My mother didn't raise a fool.

What do you got... I saw it with my own eyes.

Shawn: With my own eyes I saw it. Hilary: What?

Big deal.

[Breaking glasses]

Hilary: She gave me her...

She likes to have her customers reach her now and again.

Shawn: It was a man's handwriting.

Oh, you must really think I'm some kind of a dummy.

Hilary: No comment.

Shawn: I don't want you to see him again.

Do you understand me? Cut your own hair.

As a matter of fact, give me a knife, and I'll cut it.

Is that a threat? Answer me, is that a threat?

- Don't say it again. Do you understand? - Leave me alone.

Stay outta there!

Pepper: Hi, i'm... -whoever she is...

Pepper: Excuse me. -What?

-Hi, I'm sergeant Anderson. Hilary: Oh.

Oh, yeah. All right.

Our condominium "cop." I don't think I sent for you, sergeant.

- So why don't you just... - no, no, Mr. Barry, you didn't.

But your voice waves did.

What is this? Is this your idea? Is it?

Is this your idea? Please, Mr. Barry.

She was frightened.

Even from my place, it sounded pretty heavy up here.

Now, do you think we could keep this in the family? Or shall I call a patrol car?

What's really going on here, huh?

I mean, really going on.

I have a conversation with my wife, all right, an argument,

and suddenly we have cops at the doors.

Is this your idea of the scene you wanted? Huh?

I smack you, your nose bleeds and then the cops and...

[door closes]

Miss Anderson, I'm just too embarrassed to know what to say.

It's... it's nothing.

- Thank you. - You sure you'll be all right now?

I'm scared to death. He's always talking about going and getting a gun.

Oh, I don't want to bother you with my domestic problems.

Well, that's hardly a little domestic problem.

Do you want to press charges? For what? A bloody nose?

All I know is, I'm afraid to be here alone when he gets back.

Aren't there any relatives, or friends you can stay with?

Uh, Mrs. Doherty, do you think you can put Mrs. Barry up for the night?

Isn't there anything more that you can do?

I mean, you must have some pull at headquarters.

Um, when I get back in the morning,

I'll see what else can be done.

But right now, I really have to go.

Okay.

Thank you, miss Anderson. Thank you for coming and helping.

Pepper: You're welcome.

[Footsteps on stairs]

[Car door closes]

[Car engine starts]

[Engine revving]

[Car door closes]

[Sputters]

[Engine revving]

[Truck horn blares]

Good coffee today, huh?

All finished with this.

[Crockery clicking]

- Uh, which one gets the salami? - Right here.

-Okay. -How about some more coffee?

-More copy. -More cream, too.

Yeah. Hang in there. I'll be right back.

Al: Hey, bunny, how about some sugar for my coffee?

You already had two sugars. You wanna put us out of business?

It still ain't sweet enough to keep me awake all night.

Pappy, there ain't nothin' sweet enough to keep you awake all night.

-Except you. -I was hoping you'd say that.

Hey, bunny, how's about a glass of milk, huh?

M-i-l-k. Coming up. Comin' up.

[Thuds]

That's a glass of milk.

Figure out what truck you wanna hit yet?

Yeah, I got a guy who could use a load of small appliances.

Well, listen. If you get lucky, save me a toaster, will ya?

Get my old lady off my back.

And tell your maniacs out there not to waste the drivers, huh?

Can you remember that? That's easy enough.

Afraid you'll lose a customer?

You kill somebody, you'll bring heat to this place.

This kitchen is hot enough. Take a look at me.

You don't believe in violence, huh, Brock?

Only if there's a fink involved.

How long have you had this, broad?

Why?

Man 1: I don't know. She ain't exactly dog meat. I'll give you that.

And how come she'd work a job like this?

Not everybody can be a topless dancer, you know.

Wipe it from your lips.

-Wipe what? -The saliva, man.

- Don't you start. - Look, she's only a chick. I can replace her tomorrow.

Man 1: I don't know. Pepper: There's your pie.

Man 1: She don't look like the type

who'd work in a greasy spoon like this.

Here, why don't you have some pie?

Hey, if she makes you nervous, I'll give her the can.

If she made me nervous, Brock, I wouldn't just settle for the can.

Hey, bunny, my pie. Where's my pie?

Oh, yeah, your pie, pie.

Here's your pie.

Hey, bunny, turn up your hearing aid, huh?

I mean, I asked for lemon meringue pie.

Oh, lemon meringue pie.

- Here's your lemon meringue pie. - Thank you, sweetheart.

You look like you got somethin' else on your mind.

I can't keep no secrets from you, can I, tiger?

What secrets you got, huh?

Uh, oh, my old lady.

She's sweet, but she's a little soft in the head.

I got her in this nursing home.

Well, I'm the only one who really can, you know, get to her.

I told the night nurse I'd call and check to see how she is and I'll...

Oh, Mr. Brock, honey, I'm gonna go make a phone call.

Why don't you use the phone on the wall? Are you kidding?

My mom's gonna think I'm having an orgy with all this racket.

Bunny, that's my dime. I'll put it back.

[Boiling water]

Keep it warm, Brock.

[Booth door closes]

[Telephone rings]

[Telephone ringing]

Sylvia's hickory pit. Sylvia talking.

We deliver. Can I help you? Oh, yeah. Sure.

William, it's your lady friend.

[Clatters]

Ahem. Thanks.

[Exhales]

Yeah. How's it going?

Okay. Sylvia still got the hots for you?

Bill: Can't keep my hands off her.

Pepper: Listen, bill. I think we're on the right track.

This is the dive where they work out which trucks to hit. Strictly to order.

They don't move until they've got a customer lined up for themselves.

What about this guy Brock? Is he in on it?

[Chuckles]

Up to his dandruff.

I mean, nothing that would hold up in court.

Also, his partner seems to be a little nervous about me.

Bill: Anything go wrong?

Pepper: No, but he's starting to ask questions.

And this Brock, well, he looks like the kind of guy that,

well, if he ever found out that I was working undercover,

I think you'd have one vacancy in your unit.

Honey, you know we're covering you.

When's the last time you saw a cop outrun a bullet?

-You wanna pull out? Pepper: No.

Pepper: I'm just tired and my feet hurt

and there was some trouble at the apartment today.

A nice pretty young woman with a nutty husband, they had something going.

I had to go play marriage counselor.

Anyway, you go back to work and I'll give my love to Sylvia, okay?

Bill: Yeah, I'll do that.

Pepper: Hey, Joe looks miserable.

Well, he just had some of her lasagna with pignoli.

-What's pignoli? -Nuts.

-Nuts to you. -Heh. Ciao.

Make sure you have a good time tonight.

-Good night. -Everything okay here?

Hay, bunny. How about the check?

Right. One check, coming up.

How's the old lady?

Oh, still driving 'em up the wall. I am glad I called.

How about a nice piece of chocolate cake to keep your blood sugar up?

All I need is your finger stirring my coffee.

Al, I'm gonna marry you.

That reminds me, bunny. Have you ever been married before?

No. I saved myself for al.

I mean, the way you get along with these guys,

I'm surprised you haven't got one of your own.

Nobody ever calls you here or picks you up.

Hey, that's why.

She gets along good with all the guys.

Heh! See you on the next run, al.

- Who wants to fight over this? - Yeah, I got it.

[Truck engine starts]

[Engine revving]

Hilary: Miss Anderson?

I want to show you something.

Do you mind? It'll only take a minute.

Oh. Could it possibly wait?

Not this.

Oh. Your husband did this?

I was asleep in Mrs. Doherty's when I heard him come in.

Well, did you talk to him or try to calm him down or anything?

The state he was in, he'd have killed me.

I mean, I know that. Lost horizon.

-Did anyone call the police? -Yes, I did.

But I guess it wasn't a heavy enough scene for them to issue a statewide manhunt.

Oh, boy?

Well, there's a problem here, all right.

He's convinced I'm the problem.

All part of a grand conspiracy to deny him the recognition he deserves.

He's got this idea he's a great artist.

He's not bad.

If only certain people would stop putting him down,

getting him fired from one job after another.

His current job.

Of course, he feels I'm forcing him to prostitute himself.

No way you could persuade him to get counselling?

To him, the whole world's out of step, except Shawn Barry.

Well, that's not that unusual.

If only the police could throw a good scare into him.

Let him know, if anything should happen to me, they'd know who did it.

All right, I'll talk to sergeant crowley.

Could you take me down there to kind of fill him in on the background?

I mean, when Shawn wants to, he can be so charming and really, like you wouldn't believe.

I've been on my feet all night.

Please?

Uh, well, come on, heh.

[Truck horn honks]

[Engines revving]

[Horns honking]

Hey, you.

Wow.

[Thuds]

[Tires screeches]

Excuse me.

[Ball whooshing]

Hey, red?

Red, look, I've gotta talk to ya.

Quiet. Game be over in a second.

[All applauding]

Hey, don't dent that table, punk,

or you'll buy me a new one.

Man, you look like the dogs had you under the house.

Yeah, there's some trouble at the house.

Is your old lady still playing footsie with that hair-dresser?

I don't know. But she's playing some kind of game.

You know, a puzzle.

Look, that's not what I came to talk to you about. I...

No?

You once said you had a nice clean hand gun for sale.

What do you gonna do? Knock her off?

Hey, what the hell kind of thing is that to say?

No, man, I just figured,

you know, I mean, nowadays a guy's gotta have some kind of protection.

You know with the... red, do you wanna sell the gun or not?

What kinda cash you got in your pocket?

Enough.

[Exhales heavily]

Slightly used, but good enough for a man

who's only trying to protect the sanctity of his home, his wife.

[Gun clicks]

"Those who in quarrels interpose, often wipe a bloody nose.

When I was a kid once, I had to write that a 100 times on the blackboard.

I'll get you some chalk.

All I want is some sleep.

When are you going to learn, pepper?

Never.

All right, Mrs. Barry. Will you step in, please?

Joe tells me you wanna meet with Brock.

I think it's about time.

I'm sergeant crowley just have a seat.

[Clears throat]

Now, pepper here tells me that you and your husband have been having a little problem.

A "little" problem?

Well, we exaggerate.

Well, you see, there are days when this whole city seems to be nothing,

but husbands and wives who are ready to kill each other.

But, until one of them actually makes a move.

Then, sergeant, what do you suggest? That I buy a gun?

No. Certainly not.

My hairdresser's name is Frances.

To my husband, it proves that it's a man.

This may sound silly, but have you ever thought of just having him meet her?

He doesn't seem to want to.

It's almost as if he's afraid it'll spoil his anger.

Anyway, very next day he'd just think of something else.

As long as we've been married,

he's had these sick thoughts about this one

and that one being out to ruin his life.

Has he ever tried to do anything about it?

Tsk, how could he? They were all fantasies.

Yeah, well, usually, all we could do in marital disputes is

get the two parties in neutral corners and hope they cool off.

And help us get some sleep.

I see.

If I call you in time, you'll do your best to stop the bullet in mid-air.

Oh, hilary, that's not...

Thank you for your time, sergeant.

I'm sure you have more important things to handle.

She's too much.

How'd you make out in tips last night?

Lousy. How about you?

25-50. I'm thinking about quitting police work.

I thought you already have.

You?

[Doorbell dings]

Mrs. Doherty, please.

Hey, you really look very pretty today.

Thank you.

You know, I just... I saw a flick the other night with Faye dunaway

and she wore her hair exactly like that.

Hey, look, it's okay my being here.

I mean, I just came to get my stuff.

How'd you know they were here?

Well, I figured, my wife's already changed the locks.

You know, she being a graduate student in matters of the mind,

I guess by now she ought to be an expert in handling paranoids like me.

Look, I know, uh,

she wouldn't have locked me out without my things,

you know, like my clothes, my paintings.

Yeah. You're right. Come on, they're here.

Thanks.

I hope you didn't come back to cause any fuss or start any trouble with your wife...

No. No, Mrs. Doherty, I just came to get my stuff.

Where are the rest of my paintings?

That's it.

No, there were... well, never mind.

Do you have any messages for Mrs. Barry?

No.

Just wish her happiness.

She and that policewoman, what a splendid gesture of feminine solidarity.

Uh, it gave me the final push.

[Knock on door]

Doherty: Miss Anderson, are you awake?

-Mrs. Doherty, is that you? Doherty: Yes.

How wonderful of you to drop by.

I hope you've got good news this time.

Just a second.

Good morning. Miss Anderson.

I hate to keep bothering you... cup of coffee?

No, thank you.

But... but he came back. Mr. Barry?

Yeah. Yeah. Well, that's good.

He came to pick up his things oh, well, then that's great.

- No threats or anything? - Well, not exactly.

You see, I asked him if he had any messages and...

-Do you mind? -Oh, no. No.

I... I asked him if he had any messages and he said, "yeah.

He said, to wish his wife a lot of happiness.

-"You and her. -Good.

[Chuckles]

That isn't exactly a threat, I know.

But, well, you see, he said you gave him the final push.

And I could tell by the way he was wearing his coat,

that he was carrying a gun.

You're quite sure that was what you saw?

Yeah. Now, do you figure you could call the police and have him picked up?

I'll call and tell them what you said.

Heh. Good. Good.

But if they don't find a gun on him,

there's not much you can do with a man that wishes you happiness.

Oh, well. I certainly hope you can do something,

because I'm really getting very tired.

All those people yelling and everybody disturbing me. You are a policewoman.

After all, no one else knows how to do it.

Yuck.

What can I do for you, pal?

Hey, you are the man if a man plays his cards right,

he's liable to get a little dinner around here.

Man: I'll see ya tomorrow, Brock.

It's a little early for dinner.

It's just opened up. The only thing I got ready is some sandwiches and some stew.

I can't hack no sandwiches. I'll have some of your stew.

Where are you from? Out of state?

Why? Does it show?

What are you hauling? What am I hauling?

I'm hauling good stuff.

Only thing is, I've got a little shrinkage problem.

Everybody's got problems today.

You ain't tellin' me nothin'.

The boss wants me to carry a shotgun.

I said there ain't no way I'm gonna carry me no shotgun.

I mean, they ain't payin' me to be Wyatt earp. You know what I mean?

You're smart.

You bet your life I'm smart. There's plenty of whiskey where that come from.

I've only got me one life.

Well, to tell you the truth,

between you and I, I never knew anybody that could grow a new head.

That's exactly what I told him.

Boy, anybody who wants whiskey bad enough to hold a gun on me,

he's looking at a live coward.

Or better yet, you know what I'd tell him?

I'd say, "hey, baby, why don't you just not get yourself in a little sweat?

In fact, you make me an offer I can't refuse,

and I'll give you door to door service.

Guess it takes all kinds, huh?

That's right. What about you?

I mean, you know anybody who's real desperate for some booze?

Mister, let me tell you something.

I don't know who you are. You might be a cop for all I know.

Or some other kind of a crook settin' me up for a shakedown.

This here is my business. I'm not interested in yours.

Now get outta here and get lost...

Now wait a minute, i...

I said get outta here. I tell ya one time, get outta here.

You've got a sour disposition, you know that?

Only with my friends, pal.

With anybody else, I'm just hard to get along with.

Probably yesterday's stew, anyway.

You get anything? I didn't even get a nibble.

Man, he's tight as a clam. I think he's got a sour view of human nature.

Yeah. Well, back to Sylvia's, huh?

Think it'll be safe for pep to show back tonight?

She'd better show up, or he's gonna get paranoid. Maybe get the idea she's a cop.

Yeah. But at least we'd know she was safe.

I mean, we can't see through those walls.

Joe, we blow this one, we're right back where we started.

I think I'll leave it up to pep.

Hang on, Mrs. Doherty. Ah!

Let me see that I gonna make it.

If it's not the dogs, it's the doorbell.

Ah! Oh, Shawn!

Hi. I just stopped by to apologize and... brought you this.

Thanks.

I woke you, didn't I? Oh, that's all right.

Could I come in for just a minute?

Look, you're already aware that hilary and I have a little problem.

[Sighs]

Actually, ever since we've been married, she's been trying to help,

but it just seems to get worse, I thought maybe you could help.

Thank you.

-Is she at home? -Heh. No.

She's probably afraid I'll turn up drunk and make myself obnoxious again.

Mind if I sit? No.

Right. Well...

I guess you know the problem's not hilary. It's me.

I think I need help.

Well, if you realize that, then half the battle's over.

You have a nice sense of color.

Thanks.

Would you like a soft drink or something?

No. No.

You like to read? Yeah.

Heh. Cop that reads, huh?

[Chuckles]

-Poetry? -Sometimes.

I have to be in the mood.

Yeah. I know what you mean.

With hilary and me and, I mean, in our marriage,

I kinda wanted a mood to come.

You know poetic mood.

How does that go?

"Teacher, tender comrade...

Wife...

A fellow-farer true through life."

I wanted to say that to hilary but I'm not Robert Louis Stevenson

and she's not exactly Mrs. Stevenson. She's...

What is she?

[Book thuds]

Nothing.

Oh, you know, she's the big psychology expert.

Authority on the matters of mental health

and she's always pinned these labels on me.

And I can't accept that from her. And I thought that maybe...

I don't know you could tell me what to do.

Well, no, uh, I can't do that, Shawn.

That's something you've got to work out by yourself.

By myself.

Uh, earlier today, Mrs. Doherty stopped by

and she said you came over to pick up your things.

And she had the impression that you had a gun.

[Laughs]

That woman!

Frustrated. You know what a gun's supposed to symbolize, don't you?

Do you have a gun?

Toujours the lady cop, huh?

Yeah. What is it that you think?

That I consider you some kind of threat to my marriage?

I mean, I came here asking for your help, your-your advice.

I even brought you a present you didn't even think was worth opening. You...

[Breathes heavily]

You and hilary.

[Exhales]

You really are gonna give me the final push, aren't you?

Shawn, I assure you... Shawn: Will you listen to me?

[Breathes heavily]

I'm not a violent person.

Now I know that's difficult for you to believe.

[Chuckles]

Difficult for anybody to believe.

But, let me tell you something.

When somebody deliberately sets out to ruin your life,

then I think to myself, god forgive me...

Be violent.

Protect yourself, Shawn, even violently if you have to.

-Shawn... -don't come any closer.

I have to ask you again, are you carrying a gun?

And if I am?

If it isn't registered, I'll have to arrest you.

Oh, well, of course. That's planned, isn't it?

I mean, only hilary couldn't do that by herself so, of course, she had to involve you.

Have me arrested, have me committed,

while she and that gigolo go waltzing off...

Shawn, did it ever occur to you that...

into the sunset.

You know what I don't understand is what you have against me!

I mean, what did I ever do to you?

I came here...

[Breathes heavily]

I needed your respect.

No, now, Shawn, please, please. Give me...

You, please, get away from me.

Get away. Get away from me.

[Crockery clatters]

I know what you want you and my wife.

Well, you'll just not get it.

[Keypad dialing]

Bill. It's pepper.

Shawn Barry was just here. And he pulled a gun on me.

I'll make out an 8-ow report and we'll try to pick him up.

Yeah, okay. All right. Bye.

Pepper: Hilary? -Yes?

Pepper: It's me, pepper. - Come on in. The door's open.

Uh, your husband...

You really are some kind of undercover cop, aren't you?

Your husband stopped by a while ago.

Apologized and he also brought me a present.

That's him, all right.

Well, uh, he also pulled a gun on me.

That's him, all right.

There's a local broadcast out for him now.

But I wonder if it's such a good idea for you to stay here.

Where can I go? If I leave, he could be out there any place.

Pick me off with one shot.

You've got to tell me what to do.

That's almost what your husband said.

Pepper, are you equating me with him?

Just stay put and lock your doors.

And if there's any trouble, then call me at this number.

And remember to ask for bunny. Not miss Anderson, bunny.

Hey, bunny, come on. We ain't got all night.

My stew's getting cold.

I'm sorry... stew. Hang on. Here we go.

How about a decent coffee, bunny?

-Coffee. -Where's my sandwich?

Oh, a sand... yours was the salami.

-There you go. -Thank you.

- How about some coconut cream pie? - One left, coconut cream.

Man: Hey, bunny, I need some ketchup and sugar.

-Ketchup... -you got a match?

Sugar. Here's your ketchup. Now who wanted the cream?

Disguised Joe: What am I supposed to eat this with, my fingers?

Uh, what? Didn't I give you any silver? I'm sorry.

Hey, bunny, you know this coffee's worse than usual, you know.

-You must be in love again. Man 2: Hey, can I have a straw?

You want a straw?

Please.

I don't know. She works her butt off.

Yeah. Well, I still say she's got too much class to work in a crummy joint like this.

Hey, if you want me to fire her, I'll do it right now.

Not yet.

[Shawn humming]

♪ Hum, pum ♪

Evening.

Haven't we met somewhere before?

[Humming]

[Inaudible]

What'll it be, handsome?

- J-7 still your favorite, bunny? - Love it, doll.

[Humming]

What will you have?

You know, where have we met before?

Tiger, if we met before, you'd have remembered it. Right, fellas?

[Laughter]

-Let me think? -Under the bacon and tomato?

[Laughs]

Now, come on. I'm a little busy. What'll it be?

You know, I think it was just this afternoon.

About six o'clock. Six o'clock?

Well, if you were sitting in the chair next to me at the beauty parlor, that's it.

[Chuckles]

Pepper: What'll you have, pal? -Nothing.

You know, this poem keeps running through my head

and I can't figure it out,

"teacher, tender comrade, and her friend the cop."

That's it, isn't it? You're sergeant pepper Anderson!

[Laughter]

The beautiful cop!

Boy, we really get some weird ones in here, don't we?

Hey, sergeant, a little more cream here, please.

[Laughs]

Get out of here, I'll cover you.

Hey, what was that cop business all about?

Well, how should I know? The guy was bombed out of his skull.

Excuse me. I need a little privacy.

Hey, why don't you give the little lady a break.

She's just going to the John. You know what I mean?

Sure. Sure.

[Laughs]

Oh, geez.

[Door closes]

Joe: Hey, bill, trouble.

Hold it! Police.

[Gunshot]

[Tires screeches]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

Drop it, man. Drop it or you're dead.

Bill: Over your head!

[Siren wailing]

Shut it off or I'll blow you apart. Shut it off!

Now put your hands on the wheel.

[Siren wailing]

They got a regular armory out there, haven't they?

-Really? -Anybody talking?

No, not yet. But this guy, Brock.

I think that the d.A. Came up with the right kind of deal, he might.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

Maybe it wasn't a total loss after all.

Oh, hilary, sorry know about this.

Hey, bill, we found Shawn's car in a parking lot downtown.

It's being watched.

I think he might just have abandoned it. He knows we're after him.

Hilary, when you and Shawn had fights before,

and he ran out of the house, where did he usually go?

You know, to cool off.

He'd go get drunk and then he'd go play table tennis.

It seemed to calm him down.

Where'd he go to play table tennis?

He usually went to this one place.

I can't exactly remember the name of it.

Star. Red star. On high street near Carson Avenue.

Let's stake it out. Joe, let's check these through n.C.I.C.

There's one thing I oughta mention about Shawn.

This personality type if he should ever feel cornered or trapped in any way,

he'd never ever give himself up.

I just thought I'd better clue you in.

Thanks.

-We'll give you a lift home. -No.

I think it's better if I came with you helped you, helped Shawn.

We'll see. Let's go.

-Hey, pep? -Yeah?

I didn't see any car follow you to the cafe last night.

I thought you'd like to know.

Oh. Tell bill to wait up for me.

Yeah? Are you sure?

Positive.

[Coin clatters]

Could you give me the number of the "astro hair stylists", please?

Thank you.

[Coin clatters]

Uh, good morning. Could I speak to Frances?

Is this Frances?

Do you have anyone else there, working, by that name?

No, no, I must have the wrong number. Thank you.

It just hit me.

Somebody once said to me,

"if you ever want to pick up a clean gun,

see old red, up on high street.

"That couldn't be you, could it?

Heh. No.

No, that's another red. With red hair.

Not me.

I got my name from the red socks.

Me and Van Johnson.

[Laughs]

Hey, where're you goin', man?

Look, sergeant, I'm losing money.

What do you keep in that floor safe over there?

Red: What is this, a shakedown?

Bill: What do you keep in the safe, red? Huh?

You guys. Uh...

What kinda money you talkin' about?

I mean, if you're not too greedy...

Sit down, red, before I add bribery to the rest of the charges.

Huh? Go on, sit down.

Red: When we're secure here, we'll get us a search warrant.

Why are you staring at me like that?

No reason.

Is it because of all the trouble I caused you on account of that raving lunatic?

Why should I blame you for that?

Nothing. I'm just nervous.

Any minute he could walk in here and start blasting away.

Why would he want to do that?

Well, you said yourself, he was armed and dangerous, didn't you?

Hey, hilary, how do you really suppose he tracked me down at that cafe?

Well, obviously, he followed you.

No. One of our partners was staked out

and he said nobody followed me.

What do you think?

Well, you could have said something to him

when he came calling with his olive branch.

The only outsider who knew I was at that cafe, was you.

Well, you don't think that I... are you insane?

All I had was the phone number.

Whenever the boss answers the phone, he always answers, "Jose's cafe.'

anybody can look up the address in the phone book.

What earthly reason would I have to tell Shawn where to find you?

Well, you tell me.

Maybe, uh, to cheat on you to kill me.

-What? Hilary: What?

She's insane.

Mrs. Barry, it seems to me,

that your husband had this crazy suspicion about you and your hairdresser.

Okay? Only it wasn't so crazy.

You see, pep called the astro hairstylists,

and she asked to speak to Frances.

She tells me "Frances" has a very deep voice for a lady.

Haven't you ever cheated on a man?

No.

And I never set him up to be killed by the police, either.

Is that what you think I was doing?

I wish I could understand why lovely little things

end up emasculating their men.

And then their husbands run around wondering what happened.

Blaming themselves.

You know what I think?

I think your lady cop has fallen for my charming, crazy husband.

That's what I think.

[Cackles]

Hilary, what...

-stop him! He's got a gun. -No, please...

Hilary: Stop him! -He wants to kill me!

Stop him! He wants to kill me!

-Shoot him! Shoot him! -No.

Drop it! Drop the gun!

Put that gun down, Barry.

Get your hands over your head. Come on, put it down.

Put the gun down. Shawn, give me the gun.

No.

-Let me have the gun, Shawn. -Now stop.

Come on. I'm here to help you.

Look what she's been doing to you.

Shawn, you've all heard about battered children. Battered wives.

Well, what about the battered husband?

The guys who gets hit, hurt,

battered psychologically to the point

where all he wants to do is kill himself

or kill somebody, just to get back, some of that manhood.

Look at her. Can't you see it?

We're here to help you. I swear it.

Give me the gun. Give me the gun, Shawn.

She's not right about me?

Pepper: No, she's not.

Okay.

That's it. That's the boy. That's good, Shawn.

Good.

Good, Shawn.

That's good.

You're gonna take me in, aren't you?

We wanna help you. You want us to help you?

We want to. Come on.

I know I'm sick.

But I couldn't admit that to her.

She's a lot sicker than you are, Shawn.

You guys stick with this until I can get back with a warrant.

Sergeant?

Yeah?

Can I go home?

Lady as far as I'm concerned, you can go to hell.

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