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What a good idea.

I don't forget about the why.

Goodness that looks awful.

You don't have to be a manicurist.

I could make a quick dinner and we could discuss dessert.

Here, change your diet.

You don't have to be a manicurist.

You don't have to be a manicurist.

You don't have to be a manicurist.

One reason I don't go to swanky New York restaurants, I make it a rule not to eat

in a place where snails are served and to resume names.

My choice would have been to order burgers to go and keep the gourmet talk to the

merits of the mustard over ketchup, but satin

sheets can make the best man compromise.

Ollie, sorry I'm late.

Miss what?

You look gorgeous.

Mike!

Austin, how you doing?

Not bad, I can't complain.

Hey, Mike, listen, what happened before?

No hard feelings, huh?

Oh, no hard feelings.

Good.

Hey, I tell you what, why don't you give me a call sometime, huh?

Here's my card.

Maybe I can throw some work your way.

What do you say?

Yeah, sure.

Why not?

Mike, it's good to see you.

You too.

Is there anything you like?

It's a nice poor dough.

Okay.

Give us number 51, please.

Who's that a friend?

No, not exactly a friend.

Austin's the next cop who nearly ganked my license away

a couple years ago, because he didn't like my style.

It's a long story.

It might like you better without license.

I feel naked without it.

What a good idea.

Why don't we forget about the why?

Careful.

We may not get invited back.

Too old, send it back.

No, no, I'm just kidding.

Just kidding.

Mike, you are primitive.

So was Grandma Moses.

She did good work.

Cheers.

I understand.

Austin!

It killed her.

That was the last I would see of Polly, which I could understand.

It was the blonde I was after.

Two men were dead and she was nowhere to be found.

I saw the whole thing.

This one guy pulls the gun on another guy and two more guys start firing.

There were bullets flying everywhere.

I just can't get that look in Austin's eyes out of my mind.

Empty.

Dead empty.

I haven't seen that look since we were in Vietnam.

And then this blonde nuzzles Austin's ear.

And then all of a sudden he pulls the gun and he's trying to kill people.

You've got to do me a favor, man.

You've got to find that blonde.

Yeah.

Share share the fam hammer.

Let me see if I can get all this straight.

This Austin.

It's the same Austin who testified against you at

a coroner's inquest a couple of years back, right?

Bad blood.

I don't like your insinuation, Barrington.

And if you'll recall, I was found innocent.

If you liked Austin's testimony so much, why did you fire him off the force?

Hold it, Mike.

Pardon me.

Now, the witnesses, the non-flakes are back in Mike's story.

It looks clean.

Did you get the idea on the second victim?

Yeah, he was carrying a passport.

Terence Buck, a jewel merchant, trying to contact the family in Connecticut.

Well, forget about that because the more grand a prince than the name is, Brockman.

Tony Brockman.

Why didn't they tell me?

Wait a minute.

Brockman?

Tony Brockman?

Sam Brockman's nephew?

They hold it.

What is going on here?

Sam Brockman, Sam the Dollar Brockman is a big loan shark.

He's got big friends.

And when one of his relatives gets hit, he doesn't call the police, Pat.

He calls the DA.

And here I thought you came all the way down here just to get on my case.

Well, when I can't, I will.

You can count on that one.

Yeah, but you can't.

You got an ex-dead cop, an ex-killer dead

cop, and now you got a dead underworld figure.

Don't push me, Hammer.

Now, I want you statement.

If you don't dot your eyes and cross your teas, you're in.

You got my statement.

The blonde-fingered Brockman.

Why don't you turn the taxpayers' money for a change and find her?

She's the one you want.

I've had a team at Austin's apartment, since the call.

The chance we'll be able to piece all this together.

You know, Austin was working the organized crime

squad before he was thrown off the force last year.

Hey, I remember the ice two hoods.

They deal they were unarmed.

Hey, they were both killers.

They don't ask a cover of his guy's fangs.

See you later.

Get some sleep?

Yeah.

A coy of his wife gives me anything.

A white?

Yeah.

Hey, man, you never told me that Austin was married.

Well, listen, you got to let me talk to him.

You stay out of this.

The department clean it up.

Yeah, but who's going to clean it up for his wife?

Don't forget, Pat.

I killed the guy.

Now, come on, you got to let me talk to him.

You murderer!

This is Austin, please.

Please, please.

Now, Pat, can't be prolonged.

You murder him.

You're not hurt.

Mrs. Austin, I did not murder your husband.

I shot him in self-defense.

Self-defense?

Those were his words.

But the department wouldn't listen.

Twelve years he gave the force, and you just dumped him.

River, please.

Richard would have proven that he was telling the truth if he had been himself.

But the department doesn't have room for nervous breakdowns.

Does it captain?

I never knew that Richard had a problem.

Three months of hell?

Wouldn't you call that a problem?

Captain?

Yeah.

Can I see him on it?

Would you fill me in a little bit more about Richard's illness?

How did he deal with it?

Well, he...

What do you got?

Well, we may have something here.

Austin may be dead, but he couldn't have left any more incriminating evidence.

He might as well sign the confession.

His own life identified the handwriting.

Was Richard still under treatment?

No.

He had successfully completed therapy at the clinic with Dr. Crane.

In fact, ever since then, things have been going

very well for him, a com-to-have operations.

Was this his business card?

Yes, it was.

Richard was in charge of security.

He loved his work, his home, his friends.

His children?

We never had any children.

No thanks to you, we never will.

Richard Austin had no children.

And yet his dying words were saved to children.

Oh, sorry.

Shooting gallery's closed, fella.

You were buying a bar last night.

Yeah, and the first round from that cannon at yours nearly knocked my ear off.

Yeah, well, Betsy's always had a very loud boy.

Oh, thanks, thanks.

I'm trying to quit.

Why don't you try taking up the harmonica?

Yeah, my brother-in-law swears.

That's the way he did it.

Really?

You said that blonde that was working to stool.

Was she a regular?

Nah, last night was her first time.

You sure?

Are you kidding with a build like that, you think I'm going to forget?

The Japanese here, would you say, Dostin?

Is that the John's name?

Uh-uh.

She was working his ear.

But she did a peculiar thing.

When he turned it down, she laid a dime on him.

A dime?

A dime, yeah, I'm sure.

I remember because it had a red X on it or something made with nail polish, you know?

I'd like to see that dime.

I thought it was a funny kind of a kiss off, you know?

But then the John, Austin, he topped her.

He used it to make a phone call.

You matter if I borrow this?

Ma Bell collected about an hour ago.

You could have told me.

Hey, you want a mug of payphone?

Who am I to stop you?

Hey, no good word.

I wore the skirt just for you.

Nice.

Nice.

43rd Street gave me a standing ovation.

And you give me nice?

Honey, I love myself today.

I love my libido at home.

Last night was really rough, huh?

You heard?

Yeah, I talked to Pat.

Yeah, it was about as bad as it gets.

Listen, I want to talk to someone at the company where Austin worked.

There's a Dr. Crane, a Austin psychiatrist.

I don't know what his listing is, but make an appointment for him, okay?

You're going to go see a shrink.

Finally, after all this time.

Very cute.

Keep that up.

You went up to wear a lipstick.

Okay.

I made an appointment for you at Zenias, a steamer.

You grab a shave and a steam and a couple hours of sleep.

And maybe, just maybe, I'll have the appointment since you were.

Oh, it sounds good.

You take it over my life?

No, let's just say I like my job.

What time does steam?

Right now.

Right.

Oh, listen.

Better call Mooji Barnes.

I want to talk to him in an hour.

Tell him to get the word on Tony Brockwood.

Find out whatever he can about the blind.

What blind?

The one from last night.

Oh.

Oh.

By the way, I love the skirt.

A good steam leaves you feeling fit and trim.

Now all I had to do was get rid of the 200 pounds of ugly fat that was following me.

Oh, my goodness.

That looks awful.

You're going to have to be a manicurist.

I really tried.

Sorry, Michael, but I couldn't find out anything about your blonde.

My blonde.

I thought she was your blonde.

She looked like she should work for somebody.

If she did, I would know.

Amaze on Jacques.

No way.

Except my word?

I always have, Mooji.

Mooji?

Did you see the chandeliers as you came in?

No one who has chandeliers is called Mooji.

It's Sebastian.

Please.

All right.

Sebastian, but let's cut the crap.

I want to find out about Tony Brockwood and I want to find out about his uncle.

And I want to know what they had to do with Richard Austin.

You know, that's what I've always liked about you, Michael.

You're so very, very aggressive.

I've always admired that in you.

Then let's hear some admiration, huh?

Sure.

Full time's sake.

Tony wasn't an ordinary soldier.

Sam moved the boy into money management.

You'd call him a bagman.

But it's much more sophisticated nowadays.

You don't carry it in a satchel.

Think of computers and bankers.

It's very clean.

So what you're telling me?

Is that the kid laundered money?

Sam sent the boy to learn Swiss banking.

Swiss banking.

That ain't Washington where?

All right, but what did Tony have to do with Richard Austin?

Michael, the view from the 20th floor is fantastic.

However, checking out the other 19 on the way down can be disabling.

I get your drift.

Thanks, Munch.

It's Sebastian.

Yo.

You know, I've got to tell Sander we've talked.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Michael, be careful.

My ficus benjamina.

Oh, Minnesota fat, you're not.

Hey, everybody, Mrs. Watson, what?

Not baronching.

Good news, Mike.

You're off the hook.

They're kidding.

His drug dealers had Austin killed before he was thrown off the force.

Tony was his brother.

Really?

Revenge, it figures.

Only Austin hit Tony before Tony could hit him.

Really believe that?

I believe that Barrington doesn't want to raise a stake.

Raises a stake.

It's already smells worse than a phone boot and a bowery.

Raises a stake.

Hey, relax.

It's over.

Hey, it's now.

It'll be over when I can explain that look in

Austin's face and I can find that missing blonde.

That's when it'll be over.

It'll be over when I can tell Austin's widow what happened.

Well, I had the blower husband away.

That's when it'll be over.

It's right now.

I don't even have a clue.

Dr. Crane's clinic was on the east side.

High rent district.

According to Velda, you came here to dry out, go crazy,

or simply hide from what passes for sanity in New York.

Where was she when she had class?

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Dr. Crane.

I'm Dr. Crane.

I'm my camera.

I believe we had an appointment.

Yes, Mr. Hammer.

I left word.

There's just not time, not today.

Good afternoon, Carl.

Hi, boys.

How are my boys today, huh?

Dr. Are you a disciple of Freud's or the Ringling Brothers?

Those dogs look dangerous.

They're supposed to, but actually they're quite harmless to the patients and staff.

They're picked up in the morning and brought back at night.

The dogs are for security, Mr. Hammer.

A security you seem to have breached.

Okay, look, Truce.

I just want to ask you a couple of questions about Richard Austin.

No, Truce.

I know exactly why you're here.

I do watch the news.

We're good.

That'll make it easier.

Mr. Hammer, you had exactly one minute before I call security.

All right, look, I just want to see Richard Austin's file.

That's impossible.

All of my patients' files are confidential.

Dr. I'll just cut them on the jumbo.

I can have that file open with the court order from the DA, and you know it.

All I have to do is raise enough of a stink.

Please, give me a couple of answers.

All right, ask your questions.

This place is not what I would call a rescue mission.

How did a guy like Richard Austin wind up here?

Austin was working as a security guard for

Comtab when he started to have a few problems.

Comtab referred him to us.

So he comes here to the crane clinic.

You fix him up better than ever.

Comtab promotes him with the head of security.

Who paid his bills?

Comtab.

Do they pick up the bills for all their employees here?

No, just some.

I work with several major corporations.

The fact is, with politics, jet lag, computers, too much information, too fast.

Stresses epidemic in our society.

Why, I could probably help even you, Mr. Hammer.

Although there are exceptions to every rule.

Did Richard Austin ever mention a girlfriend?

Blind?

Out of bounds.

But no, he didn't.

What about children?

The last thing he said was, save the children.

All effective analysis involves the patient's childhood.

Richard Austin was no exception.

The truth is, my treatment of him obviously failed.

If I could change that, I would.

I wonder if you feel the same.

Because if you did, maybe he'd still be alive.

You're a regular sister Theresa.

The Manhattan Mountains were carved out of glass and

steel and filled with people trying to climb to the top.

To the top of companies like Comtab.

See anything you like?

Unresponsible for all their training.

Really?

It must be the best then.

You'd have to make that judgment for yourself.

I'll make a note.

Please do.

Allison.

I can't find the documentation on the Bremmer interface.

It's probably up in a reproduction.

I'll check.

Mr. Lacey, this is my camera.

Never.

No, I feel, excuse me.

How are you, Mr. Hammer?

Lacey, your secretary explained to you that I'm here about Richard Austin.

Yes, it's tragic business.

Look, I have a board meeting, but perhaps we could chat along the way.

Sure.

You know, it is sad about Austin.

I was the one who promoted him to Chief of Security.

And he served us efficiently and quite loyally.

But you see, Mr. Hammer, comm-tab is international.

It's a low-profile organization, and our security is important and essential.

But it's equally as important that it be integrated into the overall operation

without abrading the efforts of the research and the administrative staff.

All right.

Let's just cut the corporate bull-pal, all this

high-line-ance-low-profile shine and detective on stuff.

Austin was a hard-nosed ex-cop.

You didn't hire him to make sure that people

threw their candy wrappers in the waste basket.

How much were you paying it?

60,000 plus perks.

Perks?

Is that a good or brassy blonde?

We're going to keep a size 12 and a size 8?

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

I'm talking about Richard Austin.

He killed a guy a couple of nights ago, and he took me with him.

And I want to know why.

I don't know.

Mr. Kollmeyer, this is the private detective that I was telling you about.

We were just discussing the Austin matter.

Yes, I gather that.

Brandon, don't you have a meeting?

Yes, yes, sir, I do.

By the way, I was sorry about Austin.

Yes, I saved twice a day, Mr. Hammer.

I'd like to make an impression of my company.

A good impression sharp, clean.

Direct, make sense.

Dr. Crane, this is your borderline sociopath.

Really?

I have respect for the thing.

He had every right that now you access to Austin's record.

I use as services myself.

Time time?

I wouldn't have said me like it to be public laws.

Well, if you talk to Dr. Crane, you know I am here.

As I do.

But an aggressive company like Comtap, and

let the laws of one man diminish the whole.

Mr. Hammer, Comtap is a new company in a new world.

The international monetary computer, which is being

constructed in Belgium at the better time, is ours.

I'm very happy for you.

Software used in the new computer is our game, and it's a very profitable game.

Only one day, Mr. Hammer, all your credit cards, your bank accounts, every

transaction you make, will be processed with one universal credit card.

A Comtap credit card.

Controlled by Comtap.

You're talking big brother.

You know we have laws against monopolies.

Now, in the new world of international banking, I'll make the wrong law.

Regarding Austin, if there are answers beyond your knowing, I will find them.

And if you have a need to know, I will tell you.

Do I make myself clear?

Not in any language I've ever heard.

Well, then I suggest you go to night school.

Comire lusted after power.

More power than most men dream of.

Even powerful men like Sam the Dollar Brockman.

None like Comire, Brockman wanted to talk to me.

Nobody listens anymore.

Everybody does what he wants to do, and nobody does it right.

You could.

We're both after the same thing.

I will.

Anthony wasn't your nephew.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Police say that Tony said Austin up for a hit.

For all time's sake.

And he backed by it.

That's all.

You had a guy who was ever a cop.

That's bad for business.

Listen, Sam, I might be able to connect if

you were to tell me what Tony was really into.

You know, in the old days, you were so simple.

I wouldn't give some money out on the street and they'd chase you down to pay you.

Now it's computers and banks.

Numbered accounts.

Tell me, how did people remember those numbers?

What's wrong, Sam?

You know, we used to be the only game in town.

Tony got a look at something that made us look like a nickel and die out of it.

If Sam was telling the truth, Tony wasn't after Austin.

Tony was the target.

He had stumbled onto something very big.

And I was going to find out what it was.

You look good in a turtle neck, Baba.

Sam didn't mention anything about recreational activities.

This is just between us, Hammer.

There's nothing to do with Sam.

You should know better to fight when you're disabled Baba here.

Change your diet.

Call

me in a week and I'll sign your cast.

We're even more important now.

I decided to make a house call to a doctor, Dr. Crane.

Ice, ice, ice and thrust.

And thrust, alright.

Very good, very good.

That's enough for today.

Thank you.

See you on Thursday.

How did you find me?

I know the clinic didn't give out my home address.

That's what I do?

You obviously do it very well.

You're not too bad a karate.

You're not part of your job.

It's a form of direct communication.

I do it to relax.

Relax.

Care for something to drink?

I wouldn't mind.

Good.

Care for some herb tea?

I hate herb tea.

So do I.

Care for some coffee.

I have a terrific Kona and Columbia blend.

You got a beer?

Help yourself.

Thanks.

What else do you like?

I have a rather strong fondness for the Nick's Oriental Food and Kabuki Theater.

One out of three isn't bad.

Listen about yesterday.

When I'm at the clinic, I have to be all business.

There are at least two sides to every story.

I was seeing another side of Dr. Crane.

I found pretty appealing.

Cheers.

So, with ten seconds left to go, the Nick's are down by two.

Truck Robinson tries to out Danny Darryl

Dawkins and he shatters the entire backboard.

We should see a Nick's game together sometime.

Next Tuesday.

The Nick's played the Celtics in the garden.

I'd like to see that.

Listen, I hate to bring up business.

Richard Austin's file.

You got it.

I need it.

Mike, there's a long line of people just waiting for

me to have one serious breach of professional ethics.

I could make a quick dinner and we could discuss dessert.

We don't really have to talk about business right now, do we?

I can't give you the file.

And I'm afraid I can't stay for dessert.

A part of me wanted to stay for dessert, but that part's gotten me in trouble before.

Breaking in injuries also got me in trouble before, but I needed those files

if I was going to find out what made Richard Austin go haywire.

I thought I'd be fine as long as I didn't move.

These dogs knew their job.

Hold them until the sweat melts in them.

The fact is, I figured I'd run into these guys, so I came prepared.

But I got for you.

The trouble is, these dogs didn't want a hamburger.

They wanted a hamburger.

Good boy.

Anyway, I was finally able to do to them what

they'd been doing to fire hydrants for years.

Now, getting Dr. Crane's files out of her office

was one thing, understanding them was another.

Stanley Freen was the best psychiatrist I

knew, but at least the only one I could afford.

If there was a reason for Austin's behavior the night I shot him,

Stanley was the guy who could find him.

Yeah?

What do you got?

All four of these tests show a very strong similarity of personality profile.

They're nearly identical.

Family oriented, high moral values, and most

important, all four subjects were highly suggestible.

And these tests were not given for stress,

they were given for psychological conditioning.

You want to run that by me again, Stanley?

Michael, there's confab.

Just want to see if you were listening.

They turn out very highly efficient people.

It's called behavior modification.

It's not something that you couldn't use, Michael.

Is there anything in there about children?

How they felt about children?

Strongly.

Very strong.

Save the children.

Austin's last word still rang in my ears, along

with the nagging dread that I had missed something.

I had questions that could only be answered by Roberta Austin.

At least she was starting to understand that I was on her side.

You're certain that neither you nor your husband ever met Joseph Kornaier.

Mr. Hammer.

Hey, hey, Mike, please, come on.

Mike, the chairman of the board, Mr. Kornaier, was a little bit out of our league.

Did you ever hear of a man named Jay Fielding?

No, I don't think so.

What about Samson?

R.

Samson?

R.

Samson?

I'm R.

Samson.

Roberta Samson was my maiden name.

Really?

Then you were a patient of Dr. Crane's?

No, not exactly.

For support, they asked me to stay with Richard during his therapy.

Well, he was at the clinic.

But only for about three weeks.

I'll tell you something.

It may have been the closest time I ever spent with my husband.

I called Belda.

She had interesting information about someone else and Dr. Crane's spies.

Belda found Jay Fielding.

Only he wasn't very talkative.

It was very dead.

Jason Fielding was a nice family man from Jersey, sold insurance.

Which made you wonder why he'd gone down a West German banker in Stuttgart,

and walked right into a hail of police bullets.

One thing was certain.

It wasn't real healthy to be in those files.

People were in trouble because of the company they were keeping.

That company was called Comter.

It was time to see Kornaier and rattle his luxurious cage.

Call the police.

Tell them you want to talk to Pat Chambers.

Mr. Comer?

It's dead.

Please, honey, make the call.

I'd finally found my blond, but too late for Comer.

It was a clear case of suicide.

Joseph Comer killed himself, all right?

But he probably had the same question I did.

Why?

He said he was here on A&E.

He was Fielding, Austin, and now Comer.

They all died pulling a trigger.

They either shot themselves or they set themselves up to be killed.

Remember what Dr. Crane said about behavior modification?

Yeah.

Okay, I'm going to take the scene to Barrington.

No, no, no, no.

But the time Barrington gets to this, you could be in retirement.

I shot Austin.

Fielding was a family man who suddenly turned to do a newspaper item.

Comer took himself out.

I realized Roberta Austin could be in real danger.

Roberta.

Save the children.

We must save the children.

Roberta, it's all right.

Everything's all right.

I understand.

We must save the children, Roberta.

Now, if we're going to do that, you have to dial the number.

Please, Roberta, dial the number we must save the children.

Roberta, listen.

Listen closely.

Hammer is threatening the children.

You must save the children, Roberta.

Hammer must die.

Hello, Doc Freen.

My camera.

I need your help.

Take behavior modification, bend it a little, and you get brainwashing.

Dr. Crane was going to talk to me about her files

and her patients, whether she wanted to or not.

Do you remember me, boys?

I couldn't find Dr. Crane in her office, but I

did find her in what looked like a dressing room.

Hello, Mike.

I was just getting ready to take a shower.

Would you like to join me?

With or without the wig?

So I lied, don't we all?

A woman of quality doesn't have to, but then you're not worth a plug nickel,

let alone.

A little old dime.

A little old dime.

The dime was the trigger, wasn't it?

First you program them to kill, then you slip them

the coin, then finally finger the victim, right?

No, this wasn't my trigger.

This was my safety device.

I could hardly have my assassins going off every time

somebody mentioned the poor little children out, could I?

Oh, yes, save the children.

Save the children.

These people actually thought they were saving the children, didn't they?

But really all that was was an operational phrase, three magic words to set them off.

So you dropped the coin on them, gave them the word by phone.

All of your need to claim?

But why the busty blind?

I mean, that really was a risk, wasn't it?

True.

But necessary for our first control group.

You see, I needed to monitor my subjects in person, watch their reactions,

and see if I needed to refine my procedure.

I don't.

But this is just the beginning.

When Comtab's monetary computer goes into operation, it will be power.

Absolute power.

We won't answer to the governments.

The governments will answer to us.

You're forgetting one thing, the people.

The people still have choice.

Oh, no.

They won't have a choice.

There will only be one credit card.

And everyone will have to have one.

Just think of it, Mike.

One silver credit card that holds your entire life.

And we hold all the cards.

I think you talked yourself a pretty good hand, man.

You do the entire system, and you covered up simply by

charging more interest to everybody's credit card card.

Nobody will know.

And who's going to pay for it?

The poor Joe in the street?

Not a chance.

You underestimate the people of this country, sweetheart.

They won't stand for it.

That's why we require soldiers trained to absolute loyalty.

You see, when you're dealing in billions,

Mr. Hammer, there is no security that you can't buy.

Take you, for example.

What's your price?

I can afford it.

I can afford you.

Not on your best day.

By the way, Roberto Austin fired the bullet that was meant for me.

I'm ready, Mike.

How about the DA's office?

If you insist.

People were killing and getting killed so that nobody would

interfere with comm-tab and its little almighty credit card.

On the right there.

Sorry, Lacey.

I didn't mean to ignore you.

Get his gun.

All right, lose the code.

Let's try this on for size.

Hurry up, Hammer.

Make us a size eight.

Get it.

Tony Blochman knew too much about our operation and tried to move in.

Too much knowledge can be dangerous.

It's just my graduation diploma.

That was a dumb thing to do.

There's plenty more where that came from.

I don't know.

Interesting, isn't it?

It's just you and me now.

No brainwashed to size in this time.

Now you've really got the power, Doctor.

Go ahead, use it.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

She was still alive.

For Lacey, he just went to the dogs.

Papers were going to have a field day with this.

But I was more concerned with Roberta.

At least I could tell her the truth now because I understand it.

Maybe she would too.

There was a time when Doctor Crane's dime would have

brought a round trip on the Staten Island ferry.

These days the pair cost us a quarter.

But it was still the best buy in town.

Biography takes you deep into the Iraqi desert

to gather intelligence on Saddam Hussein.

Tonight at 8 Eastern Line Pacific.

Now it looks like vehicular homicide when

Remington Steel runs down a pedestrian next on A&E.