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Hey.

Check this out.

- Left-handed!
- Yeah, nice shot.

Hey, skip Mrs. Nelson's house.
She's on vacation.

- Why don't we get a vacation?
- Yeah. Where do you want to go, huh?

Acapulco?

I don't care. I mean, just anywhere
without these papers, you know?

That'd be nice.

Hey, what are you doing?
That's Mr. Monk's house.

You can't throw it.

No, no.
Not that one.

The paper's wrinkled.
He likes it smooth.

No, no, no. Not there.
You gotta go and put it on the front door.

Hey, it's gone!

What do you mean it's gone?

Well, it's not there.
Just give me another one.

Let's go

Hey, did you put it
in the center of the mat?

It needs to be centered

Hey!
What are you doing?

Nestor?

Nestor, what are you doing?

Oh, my God! What's happening?
Nestor, are you okay?

Nestor?

What...

for a newspaper?

MONK Season 2 Epi. 10
Mr. Monk and the Paperboy

Coming through.

All right, boys and girls,
moms and dads,

this crime scene is getting cold.

- Donohue?
- Yes, sir?

I want you to get two uniforms
and start knocking on doors.

Any car that's not parked in
the driveway, run the plates.

So, is that coffee ready yet?

Uh, what are they doing here?

What? It's a crime scene. There
was a murder right out front. - But...

- They had to set up somewhere.
- C... Hello!

Excuse me!
Don't touch that.

Who are you talking to?

Everyone.

How's he doing?

Oh, great.
No problem.

Hey, Monk.

I need to ask you a couple questions.

- Did you know the victim?
- Yes, it was Nestor Alverez.

He and his cousin have been
delivering my newspaper for two years.

Now, according to the cousin, Nestor
caught the killer stealing your newspaper.

That's what the fight was about.

- My newspaper?
- Yeah.

Yep. Nestor puts down a paper,
the killer stole it.

Puts down another paper,
the killer steals that one.

Does that make
any sense to you? - Uh-uh.

What did he look like?

The cousin can't identify the guy.

Did you hear anything?

- What time was that?
- 5:30.

Oh, no.
I wouldn't have heard a thing.

Sleeping?

No

I was vacuuming.

Hello?

Uh, excuse me.

- Did something happen?
- There's been a homicide.

A homicide?

You mean a murder?
Holy Toledo. Here?

Right out front, early this morning.
Somebody killed the paperboy.

- Holy Toledo.
- And you are?

I'm Kevin Dorfman.

"D" for dolly.
"O" as in orange.

- "R" as in Robert.
- Dorfman. Yeah, I got it.

- Where do you live, Kevin?
- I live upstairs.

Did you hear or see anything
early this morning, say around 5:30?

No, sir, I did not.
I was, you know, with someone.

Your girlfriend?

I guess so.

Holy Toledo,
I have a girlfriend.

Well, we're gonna need to
question her too.

- How long have you lived upstairs?
- Seven months.

Before that, let's see,
I lived at 12 Grant Street.

Before that,
17 Minton Street with my sister...

until she moved to Baltimore
because she had to take a new job.

Great.
Thank you.

Before that, I lived at
34 Warren Place for two years.

Before that, I lived at 8 Todd Road...

and 45 Radcliffe Street, consecutively.

My first place, though,
on 26 Armory Lane, that was a studio.

But what I did was...

you might want to write this down
on a separate page for yourself...

I put the bed up on a loft
to create some space.

Adrian, Adrian.
Give it to me. - Ugh.

Can I go home now?

- You are home.
- Oh, yeah.

Just relax.
It's fine.

Oh, excuse me.
Where's the bathroom?

I, uh... I don't have one.

You don't have a bathroom?

Don't get me started.
I am still so angry at that architect.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

What are you doing?

- Wiping my feet.
- On a mat?

Wha...

Kevin, is it true?

- Somebody was killed?
- The paperboy.

- Oh, God.
- Right out front.

- When?
- This morning,

around 5:30 while we were,
you know... - Mm. Mm.

Sharona.
Hi. How are you?

- Oh, good. Yeah.
- Yeah?

Lieutenant, hi.
Vicki. - Hi.

- Vicki...
- Salinas.

Oh, you work at the Stop-N-Go
on Ridgedale, right?

That's how we met.
That's how we met.

Vicki's been serving me my doughnut
and super-sized latte every morning

for the past five months.

Well, when we first met,
I wasn't super-sizing. No.

But then last July,
I had to pull a couple of all-nighters...

because I was working on
that new inventory diagnostic software.

- I told you about that job. You remember?
- Yes, you did. Mm-hmm.

But wait
It wasn't July, it was August.

How long have you two been going out?

- Since yesterday.
- Really? Wow. That's...

That's fast.

- Yeah.
- Yeah

I've been asking her out
all summer long.

"No." "No."
"Drop dead." "No."

But then suddenly last night, "Yes".

And I've been
saying "Yes" ever since.

Hey, Sharona.

You're still Monk's nurse, right?

Try to get him out of here.

Good luck.

Hey.

- How are you doing?
- I was just thinking about the murder.

Well, let's go outside.
You think better outside.

Why would anybody
want to kill a paperboy?

What were they after?

Maybe he was
too cheap to buy his own.

Why would he steal two?
That's the thing.

He could have just taken the first one,
but he stuck around.

He wanted both.

I think there's something
in the newspaper

he didn't want me to see.

- What?
- I don't know.

Maybe an article
about another crime he committed.

Do me a favor.
Go down the street

- buy me a newspaper.
- Okay. Okay,

- but you're coming with me.
- I can't.

If something spills,
I want to be here.

Adrian, trust me.
If something spills,

you don't want to be here.

- That's a good point.
- Let's go.

There's something in here.

Something they did not want me to see.

Look at the employee of the month.
Kevin's new girlfriend.

What does she see in him?

Oh, I guess you never know.
I mean, look who I married.

Yes.

People used to say
Trudy was way out of my league.

- Do you think they were right?
- Oh, of course they were.

Oh, here.
They have Sierra Springs.

It's my favorite.

Oh, could you grab me a cream soda?

I love their cream sodas.
It's the only place you can get it.

Ah. Some kid must have
tightened it on for a joke.

Give it to me.

Here.

I loosened it.

No, you didn't.

How are you folks doing?

Do you really want to know?

No.

- How about a lottery ticket?
- Oh, no. You just had a big winner.

I never buy a ticket unless
the jackpot's more than $10 million, so...

Yeah, $10 million.

I don't know how
they can even call that a "jackpot."

- Anything?
- Nothing yet.

Well, here, let me have a section.

- What are we looking for?
- I don't know.

Just anything unusual.

"Hit-And-Run Driver
Kills Grandmother."

Where did that happen?

Laurel Heights.

- Around 3:00 p. m.?
- 3:15. Why?

Call the Captain.
I think I just solved the case.

What?

- You think the killer's in there?
- I'd bet your paycheck on it.

I don't understand.
Why was he stealing your paper?

Because he didn't want me
to see these two articles.

He knew I was the only one
who could possibly

see the connection between them.

You're feeling pretty good
about yourself, huh?

I'm allowed, once a decade.

- Did you call the captain?
- He'll be here in 10 minutes.

Let's wait outside.

It's stuck.
You gotta push it.

I'm pushing.

Uh, let's just wait in the car.

Okay, there you go.
Now we've got it. - All right.

You think you're stronger than me.

What? - You think
you're stronger than me.

- I didn't say anything.
- But it's what you're thinking.

You think you could take me.

- Why would I want to "take you"?
- I don't know.

- What if one day I went nuts?
- What if you went nuts? Oh, boy.

I really have to use
my imagination for that one.

I'm just saying, what if?
What if...

What if I attacked you?
Do you...

think you could take me?

I don't know.
Maybe I could.

But so what?

I work out.
I take care of myself.

Why, because I couldn't
open the car door

or... or the water bottle?
That doesn't mean anything.

Fine. You're stronger than me.
Okay, you win.

Let's just drop it.
God!

- I can bench 200.
- I'm happy for you.

What can you bench?

- I don't know.
- But you can't bench 200.

What you want to do?
You want to fight?

Is that what you want to do?

Come on, let's settle it...
right here, right now, you and me.

- Ah!
- What are you doing?

Hey!

You guys all right?

- You need a referee?
- Oh, no, no, no. We're fine.

I just hurt his feelings

- 'cause I'm stronger than him.
- She's not stronger than me.

- The car door was jammed.
- If it was jammed,

- how did I open it?
- Leverage.

- It's called leverage.
- Excuse me!

Did somebody call a police officer?

Captain, I... I... I think I know
why the paperboy was killed.

Take a look at this.
On the front page.

- Okay.
- Now look at this.

Wow.

- What do you think?
- Is he in there right now?

- According to his secretary.
- Let's go check it out.

Okay.

Here we go.

Sorry.
I wasn't laughing at you.

I was.

I might be able to bang out the fender,

but you're gonna need
a whole new grill. - Yeah.

Whatever it takes.
How long do you think?

A week.

I'll give you $200 extra
if you can have it done by tomorrow.

- Are you Malcolm Cowley?
- That's right.

I'm Captain Stottlemeyer,
San Francisco P. D.

This is Lieutenant Disher,
Sharona Fleming.

And I am Adrian Monk.

The Adrian Monk.

Is there a problem?

I was reading about you
in the newspaper.

Sharona, wipe?
I need a wipe here.

That's you, isn't it?
"It Just Wasn't His Day."

It says here that you had two accidents
in the course of 10 minutes.

First you hit a little tree; then you drove
another half mile and hit a lamppost.

That's right.

Is that a crime?

Yeah, it is if you were intentionally
damaging your car...

so you wouldn't have to
explain a smashed-in grill.

See, Mr. Monk found this other article.

"Hit-And-Run Driver Kills A Grandmother."

Same neighborhood,

same approximate time.

We thought there might
be a connection. - Hmm.

Captain.

Blood.

Turn around.

Put your hands on the car.

You, sir, are under arrest
for vehicular manslaughter,

leaving the scene of a crime
and for the murder of Nestor Alverez.

Come with me.

He's not the guy.

What?

Monk, we got him dead to rights.

He is guilty of the hit-and-run,
but he didn't kill the paperboy.

He didn't know who I was.

There is something else
in this newspaper,

something I'm missing.

Oh, my God!

Oh, the humanity!

Yeah, you're stronger than me.

Captain, I have a thought...

about the paperboy.

- This means "hurry up."
- It was a burglary.

The paperboy interrupted
a B-and-E in progress.

It fits.

There were five break-ins
on that block last year alone.

Nope.

I looked into that already.

All of those break-ins were hot prowls...

- forced entry with a crowbar.
- Right.

- Our guy was empty-handed.
- What about a car thief?

Well, that doesn't explain
the taking of the newspapers, does it?

Right.

- So we're back to Monk's theory.
- I'm afraid so.

And this means
"We're leaving." - Right.

Monk?

Oh, thank God. Here.
I thought we could each take a section.

- Wow. How'd you clean up so fast?
- I cleaned up last night.

Did you sleep at all?

He can sleep while he cleans.

I've seen it.

Okay, there's something here,
something I'm missing.

Something worth killing for.

All right. Well, let's just
go through it line by line.

"Partly cloudy, chance of showers."
Could that mean anything?

Here's something.

There was a drug bust in Hunter's Point.

Oh, yeah. I'm aware of that one.
That's nothing. Strictly routine.

Okay, comics.

Maybe there's something hidden in here.

Oh, Marmaduke.

I love Marmaduke.

He's this... He's a dog
but he's enormous.

Y-You can't believe
how big this dog is.

W-We know who Marmaduke is.

Yeah, look.

He ate the whole turkey
right off the table.

"I guess we can forget about leftovers."

Hello?

Oh, come in, Kevin.
We're right in here.

Oh, hi. Excuse me.
Sorry to bother you.

Adrian, do you have any olive oil?

I'm making mushroom moussaka.
It's Vicki's favorite.

Uh, uh, yeah, I think so.

How's it going up there?

Pretty good

We haven't left
the apartment since Friday.

I know. I can, uh... I know.

- The fact is, I think I'm in love.
- Good. Good. Love is good.

Is there anything else?

Oh, well, let's see.

Uh, I have the eggplant.

- I have the chopped onions.
- Excellent.

I have the salt.

- And I have the cinnamon.
- Okay!

- If you need anything...
- I have the oregano. I have the parsley.

I don't have butter,
but I can use margarine.

What a relief. What a relief.
Well, this was fun.

- I will bring this back to you later.
- No, no. You keep it. It's yours.

Good luck!

- How's Kevin doing?
- He's in love.

Listen to this.

This is, uh, news from around the world.

Paris, France.

There is an unsolved murder.
A woman was found strangled

and both of her hands were cut off.

- Oh, my God.
- No, it happens all the time.

No fingerprints... makes it
harder to I. D. The body.

Now, here's the thing.
They found the hands.

They were a couple of meters away
from the body in the grass.

The killer cut off both hands
but then left them near the body?

Yeah.

Yeah, she and her husband
both worked as curators...

at the prison museum in the Bastille.

Prison museum.

Captain Duprat,

There is a detective calling from America.

He has solved the murder
of Madam Beaudreau!

He solved it?

By reading a newspaper.
From 9,000 kilometers away!

Captain Duprat.
Prefecture de Police.

Bonjour. Je m'appelle
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer.

L-le Department de Police
de San Francisco.

Uh, parlez-vous English?

I speak enough.
What can I do for you, Captain?

Hi. Uh, I have a friend here.
His name is Adrian Monk.

Bonjour.

He has a theory about
an unsolved case of yours.

Here.
I'll put him on.

He speaks English well.

Hello. Bonjour.
Bonjour.

Yes, I think I know
who killed Madam Beaudreau.

Oui, Monsieur Monk.
What is your theory?

I think her husband did it.

Well, we suspected him
from the beginning.

But why did he cut off her hands?

He must have used a pair of handcuffs
from the museum to restrain her.

I do not follow you.

They were antique handcuffs...
very distinctive

so they could easily
have been traced back to him.

Mon Dieu.

He must have lost the key.

He was desperate.
He had to get them off the body.

Well, that makes sense.

Lafitte, why didn't I think of that?

Monsieur Monk, you are a genius.

Perhaps, sir, some day
you will fly to Paris,

and I can thank you in person.

Yes. Yes, that sounds like fun.

I'll check my calendar.
Okay. Au revoir.

Wow.

You just solved two cases
by looking through one newspaper.

I know, but we're not done yet.

There's still something here
somebody doesn't want me to see.

Ooh.
The personals.

Can you move your hand?

I already looked through that section.

Nothing in it.

"Man with a badge in
hot pursuit of romance.

I'm 32, fit, sexy, ambitious,
with a dynamite sense ofhumor."

Oh, my God.
That's you!

Dynamite sense of humor?
Since when?

Could I have that please? - No.

"Looking for a petite blonde,
no nonsense attitude, kids okay."

That's me.

Don't flatter yourself.

- How's your boyfriend?
- Why, you jealous?

- He's so boring.
- Where is he now?

He's fast asleep.

- I wore him out.
- Yeah, I'm sure you did.

Okay, let's be very careful here.

Loose ends.

Are there any loose ends?

I don't think so.

Oh, wait.

I just thought of one.

I think all the loose ends
are covered, darling.

When did it happen?

The M. E. Is saying two
and a half, three hours.

He worked as the night manager
at the Stop-N-Go on Ridgedale.

Oh, my God.
We were just there.

That's where we bought the newspaper.

The one with your letter in it to me.

It wasn't to you.

His shift ended at 4:00 a. m.

He came here to make the night deposit,
and he got jumped by the killer.

Stabbed twice,

once in the neck,
once in the stomach, with that bottle.

- No prints on the bottle?
- Nothing yet.

- Surveillance camera?
- Negative.

It's over by the A. T. M.

It's facing the wrong way.
It didn't see a thing.

Now, what I can't get over

is that we haven't had a homicide
in this neighborhood for over four years.

All of a sudden, we got two.

First, your newspaper boy,
killed for a newspaper

and now, this robbery.

This was no robbery.

What?
The killer took the money.

The killer wants us to think robbery,

but why wouldn't he do it
in a more secluded spot?

He could have killed him anywhere
between here and the store.

Maybe the killer just waited for
him here by the bank?

No.

No, the killer had to have
followed the victim from the store.

Cream soda bottle.

You can't find that brand anywhere else.

Well, how do you know the victim
wasn't drinking the soda?

He worked at the Stop-N-Go.

- That's true.
- It's a woman.

There's lipstick on the bottle.

How did I miss that?

She's stronger
and smarter than you are.

The TV isn't working.

I unplugged it.

Why?

I don't want any distractions.

I want to concentrate on you.

Here, eat.

Oh. Uh, oh! Ah.

Keep your energy up.

You're gonna kill me.

How did I get so lucky?

Oh, I'm the lucky one.
Don't you know that?

Vicki,

I think I love you.

Prove it.

This is the same headline as yesterday.

It's the same paper, honey.

You're reading the same newspaper?

It's part of a case we're working on.
It's hard to explain.

Is it harder than opening a car door?

Benjy!

I didn't say anything, I swear.

I heard Mom talking to Aunt Gail.

Mom says you feel threatened by her
because she's stronger than you.

- Benjy!
- What? It's the truth.

Adrian, I'm sorry.
L... I didn't mean to...

Hey, hey.

Why don't you guys arm wrestle?

- Yeah, then you'll know for sure.
- We're not gonna arm wrestle.

- Well, why not?
- Because he doesn't want to.

Sure he does.
He's not afraid of you.

Are you, Mr. Monk?

Okay.
Let's do it.

Oh, boy. This is like Triple H
versus The Undertaker.

Bring it on... over to me.

Righty or lefty?

Righty.

Lefty, lefty.

Wait. Righty.
Uh...

right... lefty.

- Let's just do it righty, okay?
- Okay. Hey.

Are you sure you don't want to
wear a glove or something?

Don't be ridiculous.
I don't need a glove.

Why would I need a glove?
Wait.

Let's just get this over with.

Ready?

Ready? Ready?

Get set.

Go!

- Do you have to make that noise?
- It's not me, it's you.

- I don't think so.
- Come on, Mr. Monk!

Benjy, I'm your mom.

Uh, come on, mom!

- Hey, everybody!
- Hi.

Who's winning?

- I am.
- I am.

Mr. Monk, I don't think
you've ever met Vicki before.

Honey, he obviously can't
shake hands right now.

Oh, it's okay. He's not big
on handshakes anyway.

I just had to tell somebody.

- We're getting married!
- Really? So fast?

- When's the big day?
- Tomorrow.

Vicki didn't want to wait.

Yeah, I have a friend
who works at the hospital,

so we don't have to
wait for blood tests.

- Come on, honey. We're late.
- Okay. Holy Toledo.

We've got to go.

Tell me who wins.
Okay.

Wipe! Wipe!
I need a wipe here.

And the winner is...
Mr. Monk!

- The guys rule and girls drool.
- That's right. Girls drool.

Uh, say, don't feel bad.
You did good.

You did good, really.

You know, you... You had me
scared there for a minute.

At least it's over.
Now we know.

You're stronger than me.

Hey, hey.

You beat me fair and square.

- Uh, she... she winked?
- It was definitely a wink.

I think she let me win.

Why does that bother you, Adrian?

- You have to be the man?
- No, I don't have to be the man.

But I would like to be mannish.

I've been feeling so weak lately.

Maybe I'm just tired.

- I haven't been sleeping again.
- Why, is something wrong?

My upstairs neighbor has a girlfriend.

They're very friendly...

very friendly all night long,
if you know what I mean?

Yes, I know what you mean.
Now, I'm just wondering though,

what's keeping you awake? Is it the
noise or is it what they're doing?

What are you saying?

Well, maybe what they're doing

makes you think about Trudy,
makes you miss Trudy.

It's something we've
never talked about, Adrian...

your physical relationship
with your late wife.

I consider that a personal question.

Yes, it is.
That's what I do.

L... I assume you
and Trudy were intimate.

We held hands a lot.
All the time.

Once we woke up holding hands.
We'd been holding hands the whole night.

That's sweet. I like that.
That's nice. But,

Adrian, is there anything else
besides the holding hands?

Ah, I think we're out of time.

No. Plenty of time.

Are those pillows new? - No.

They look...

- ...new.
- Adrian,

I'm your doctor.
I think this is important.

Now, we've got 20 minutes left.
We... We could sit here,

we could sing show tunes to each other,
or we can talk about your sex life.

It's your call.

�� If ever I would leave you ��

�� It wouldn't be in summer ��

�� Seeing you in summer ��

�� I never would go ��

�� No, no, not in springtime ��

�� Summer, winter or fall ��

�� No, never would I leave you ��

�� At all ��

�� If ever I would leave you ��

�� It wouldn't be in summer ��

"Pizza parlor.
Great business opportunity.

By appointment only."

The end.

That's it.

Nothing here.

Nothing here.

Sharona, meet me at city hall.
I know who killed the paperboy,

and I know why!

Adrian, Adrian.!
Sorry I'm late.

I had to drop Benjy off.

Sharona, it was right in front of us
the whole time, right on the front page.

The lottery?

That's what this whole thing
has been about... a $43 million jackpot.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Where is the justice of the peace?

- Right this way.
- Justice of the peace?

- You recognize these numbers?
- No.

Will you slow down?
I'm in heels.

Well, I knew I'd heard
these numbers before.

I called Lieutenant Disher,

and I asked him to check
his notes just to make sure.

Remember when Kevin Dorfman
came downstairs after the murder?

He started reeling off
his old addresses.

Before that, I lived at
34 Warren Place for two years.

Before that, 8 Todd Road...

and 45 Radcliffe Street, consecutively.

Sharona, Kevin won
the lottery on Thursday night.

17, 26, 34...
these are his old house numbers.

He played the same numbers every week.

- A lot of people do.
- Okay, wait, wait, wait.

Kevin won $43 million?
Why didn't he say anything?

Because he didn't know.

He still doesn't.
But Vicki knows.

Kevin bought his lottery tickets
at the Stop-N-Go every week.

- Can I help you?
- Vicki, I would like my lottery ticket.

After awhile, Vicki and the other clerk,
probably her accomplice, got to know

- his lucky numbers by heart.
- I was also wondering

- if you and I could...
- No way. - Okey.

When the numbers were drawn,
they realized Kevin had won.

They knew he lived alone,
that he didn't have many friends,

and it occurred to them that maybe,
just maybe, he didn't know he had won.

Vicki, come here!
Look at this!

They came up with a plan.

- Probably Vicki's idea.
- Why Vicki?

- Because, the other guy's dead.
- ... $43 million.

Oh, my God.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- Bring your winning tickets

to an Ultra-Lottery price checker
or an Ultra-Lottery retailer near you.

Once again, the winning numbers are:
8, 12, 17, 26... - This is it.

Later, on some pretext,
Vicki woke Kevin up.

Kevin.
Hi.

For a woman like her,
the rest was easy.

I found these at the store.
I thought maybe they were yours?

I didn't want you to be
without your glasses.

Well, these are... these are mine.
I'm wearing mine.

Oh, God. I'm so stupid.

All Vicki had to do was keep Kevin
distracted for a day or two.

She didn't let him answer his phone.
She probably unplugged the T. V.

She didn't want him to see or even think
about the winning lottery numbers.

Wait, I still don't get it.
Why did they kill your paperboy?

They didn't know it was my paper.
They thought it was Kevin's,

and they couldn't afford to
let him see this.

It had nothing to do with me.

Why didn't she just steal the ticket?

The time stamp on the ticket

would match the time code
from the store security camera.

He could prove it was his.

- They're getting married.
- Exactly.

That was her plan
from the beginning...

to get him to marry her
before he knew he was worth a fortune.

If anyone present
knows of any reason...

why this couple should not be wed
in holy matrimony, let them...

- This wedding's a sham!
- That woman's a killer!

She's marrying him...
for his money.

Sorry.
I'm so sorry about that.

- Oh, th-these things happen.
- Best of luck to you.

Yeah.
I...I love your dress.

All right.
Thanks.

She said we're too late.
They left 15 minutes ago.

She overheard them talk
about their honeymoon.

That's it.

- Well, where are they going?
- She doesn't know.

What's the big deal?

Kevin can just get his marriage
annulled when he gets back...

which is an option
I should have explored. - No

No, no.
You don't understand.

Remember what happened
to her partner?

Vicki Salinas is a cold-blooded killer.

I think she's planning to
inherit that money, maybe tonight.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

She said she saw them check out
those brochures just before they left.

It looks like it's been restocked recently.

Ten.

Ten.

Ten.

Nine.

"Dexter Cliff Inn."

That's Pigeon Point.

- Let's go.
- Okey.

Hurry up, but not too fast.

But hurry up.

But not too fast.

Mrs. Dorfman.
Mrs. Vicki Dorfman.

How does that sound?

Like a dream come true. - Huh.

Here.

Drink up.

I think it's making me tired.

Yeah, well, five Seconals will do that.

Huh.

Why are we stopped?

Oh, you'll find out,
in seven minutes.

- Drink up.
- Huh.

I really do love you. - Yeah.

Well, everybody
makes mistakes. - Yeah.

What's that?

Oh, it's my inheritance.

My husband was killed
in a train accident.

He was drinking.
He fell asleep at the wheel...

on the tracks.

- He was killed instantly.
- Oh, that's terrible.

Yeah.

Could that be their car?

I don't know.

Kevin!

- Oh, my God, it's him.
- Kevin!

- Kevin.! Kevin.!
- It's locked.

Kevin, can you hear me?

Are you okay?
Kevin, can you hear us?

Kevin! - No!

I'll get the switch!

Kevin!

Kevin, wake up!
Come on, wake up. That's it.

Come on.!
Wake up.!

Kevin, wake up.
What's the problem?

- It's stuck!
- God!

Come on.

Oh, no.

Your birthday's the ninth, right?

What are you doing?

I'm playing the lottery.

You'll never win.

You have a better chance
of being hit by lightning.

Adrian, Sharona,
I'm heading out.

Wanted to stop in, say ciao.

Where are you going?

Well, my place in Maui isn't ready yet,

so I'll be staying at my house
in Aspen for a little while.

Great.

Have you heard from Vicki? - Who?

Excuse me.

Bonaduce!

Yeah, what's happening, Danny Boy?

Hang on.

I've got to take this.
But listen.

I wanted to give you a little something
for your trouble.

Oh, no, Kevin.
No, I, uh...

I can't take any money from you.

Well, I can.

Thanks.

Take care of each other.

And remember,
you gotta be in it to win it.

Right.

Right.

Nice.

$400?

After I saved his life?

You? I pulled the train switch.

- After I loosened it.
- You didn't loosen it.

It gave a little
just before you grabbed it.

Why do you say that?

- Why do you torture me?
- Because I can.

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