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You better.

I've got a short pews.

I'm staying away from the veggies.

Shut up!

You're a nice guy, you know.

He

continues to mix him up, showing why he's one of the top quarterbacks in this league.

And Bob Littory, just shy of the first down.

Looks like three yards short of the first down marker.

I've always loved football.

It's not a pretty game, but it can be beautiful.

I happen to know the owner and coach of the New York Marauders.

So I had the special privilege of being able to watch the games from the sidelines.

Nice play, Pete!

Nick Stanton had been a friend of mine for years.

I'd watched his daughter, Chrissy, grow from a kitten into a walking danger zone.

He's that kid the greatest?

Yeah, he is, but don't let us tell her you say that.

Yeah, why not?

I raised him from a dumb rookie, didn't I?

Nick never had a son, but he didn't need one.

Pete was his pride in joy.

Oh, hello, Chrissy.

Last time I saw you, you were playing with Jacks.

I still do.

But now they're six feet tall.

Congratulations, me, Mike.

I just got a job as Marauders cheerleader.

Well, that's great.

Congratulations, Chrissy.

How did your dad feel about you shaking your chair up with the parents?

If I was, I might lock you up for a month.

My camera.

Do I look like a child to you?

That's my point.

One, nine!

One, nine!

Tilsen giving off to his running back.

Picking up about two or three yards should be enough for the first down.

Tilsen continues to keep that momentum going.

You get a chance to make this more information.

Tilsen.

Hey, that's good.

Hey, keep it up.

Get back out there and keep hitting him like you've been doing.

I won't do it.

I'm gonna pull a swiftie, Nick.

Just gots football, buddy.

Remember?

Oh, yeah.

When I was playing against you, Nick never let me look good.

Oh, no.

Just all pros.

Six years out of eight.

My sympathy is big, guys.

I see my old pal, Buddy Lofton, walking the sidelines.

Don't forget fans at halftime of this football game, the former All-Pro.

He'll be discussing with the two coaches their strategies for today's game.

And one of them, one of the fine coaches in this league, Nick Stanton.

One of the last owner coaches in the game.

And I'm sure he'll be his usual, colorful, outspoken self.

You won't want to miss that.

Hey, Tilsen, now going back to pass, rolling towards right.

I think he lost his footing right there.

Oh, he is really proud of him.

Nick, Nick, it's the personal foul.

Who's the personal foul?

Oh, and then Tilsen is down.

He is down and it looks like he is out.

Right now the trainer is going out as well.

Nick Stanton, the owner.

Boy, it looks like Tilsen has really hurt.

He has not moved yet.

He's dead.

No, no, no.

Shot.

Oh!

Don't do that!

Good question.

With 60,000 possible answers.

Eleven, 60,000 suspects.

Yeah, but only one killer.

And I'm going to find him.

What is your plan, Mike?

Bye.

Pete Tilsen came to me raw.

He lived in my house, I taught him, raised him from a wild kid.

I want whoever killed him.

He'll have him, Nick, to be able to spread him on toast.

Here comes the circus, complete with the performing weasel.

Oh, yeah.

Give us an answer.

Can we get anything?

And just one moment.

We know if it isn't one demand.

Who'd you expect, the Green Hornet?

Mike's a witness.

Did you get his statement?

Not yet.

Well, then move him out.

Not yet.

Gentlemen, how may it be of service?

Yeah, take up real estate.

Do you have any suspects?

Buddy, we're on top of the case, and I'm

personally taking charge of this investigation.

And all aspects will be on the constant review by me.

In other words, you have nothing, right?

They're in post-six, right?

They're in post-six, right?

They're six and five beyond.

They have nothing.

And they can start on.

And I check every big cookie in town, Mike.

Pete Tilsen has a way to bed in five, six years.

Really?

Mr. Dwayne.

Yeah, of course, that don't mean that somebody didn't lay against the marauders.

Without Tilsen in the lineup, they couldn't be St. Erasmus girls high.

That's why Nick had him insured for the big bucks.

Nick, insured Tilsen.

How big?

Big, big, two million or five.

Two million.

You sure?

Yes, Nick.

I bet I will.

Vice President of Tilsen Banks says he banged his paycheck and invested in money.

No big cash withdrawals for deposits.

How'd you get him to tell you all that?

I promised to let him balance my checkbook.

Well, I don't buy it.

What?

Tilsen.

I mean, Nick told me he was a wild kid.

Now you're telling me he's up for Sainthood.

How's he?

I need more.

I've got to go, Mike.

You've got a big business appointment.

Terry!

You're Mike Hammer!

I'm Terry Michaels.

Oh, shall I notify the press?

Mike, I've pulled Terry here.

How you and Aussie are working on the case?

And that you're real tight with the Marauders?

Yeah, I'm working on the case.

You know, Mike, I would just love to be a Marauder cheerleader.

Oh, I'll make a note.

Really?

I know all the routines.

What?

Push him back.

Push him back.

Wave back.

Honey, I'd call that anything but routine.

You know, if you could help me, I could be really great.

It's been hard.

I'd love to, but...

Aussie, here's the guy with all the clout.

I need your help, Aussie.

Oh, you got it, Mike.

Anything?

Be gentle with her.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, have a seat.

And we'll discuss this at great length.

See, Mike can finish this.

I hadn't known Pete Tilsen off the field.

And I needed to find out what kind of man he really was.

Investment.

You look like a Formula One racing car.

Sleek and bait on the curb.

Hello, my name is Mike Cameron.

I'm a private investigator.

All right.

Oh, a comedian.

Listen, part of the show.

Nick Stanton asked me to investigate Pete Tilsen's murder.

I've got some questions for you.

Sure.

Anything we can do to help?

What can you tell me about Pete Tilsen's murder?

I got a contract with my football, not 20 questions.

Tony!

This guy's a garbage man.

He gets his kicks playing with trash and not me.

Got a problem, pal?

I don't think so.

Now you do.

Come on.

Look at you!

Stop it, tomato!

Did you hurt your head?

Yeah.

He deserved it.

Let's go get you some cold water.

Hi there.

Well, hello.

Would you like a shower?

Thanks.

I already have one.

Are you girls all that chai?

Oh, not me.

I'm Dana Lord, head cheerleader.

The incompetent hawk out there is Tony Pryor.

Why do we see him?

Yeah, who lit his fuse?

Oh, well, we're all pretty shook up about what happened to Pete.

Nick Stanton loved Pete, as if Pete were his own son.

What can you tell me about Pete?

Oh, he was a human sewer.

He told lies for practice.

He cheated for fun.

He used all of his friends and he hooked people.

The cheerleaders?

Oh, he went through my girls like a disease.

He used them, he dumped them, he worked them, then he worked them over.

Was he involved with gambling?

I don't know for sure.

But he made a move on me once.

He was a little drunk and he tried to impress me with a safety deposit box.

Well, of cash.

Did you actually see the money?

No.

I iced him now.

After that, we didn't mingle much.

Who else would know about this?

Let me ask a round wake.

You know, if you lay this on Nick, it's got to hurt him.

Yeah, we're lying to him and hurt a lot worse.

Thanks.

You're a nice guy, Hammer.

You taste pretty good yourself.

I'd appreciate you finding out whatever you can.

Now, I've been over all the tapes.

This is the only good angle.

The others are all long shots.

He fades back.

He was looking down feel.

He had to move to his left.

You can now freeze it right there.

There.

Up to that point, Pete had a pretty good day.

That's all we have, Mike.

Not much help, I guess.

Found any kind of motive?

It's just between us, buddy.

Tilsen was in the heavy gambling.

He was throwing games.

No.

No way, Mike.

I played against Pete.

My last season, his first.

He was good.

Really good.

Why would he do something like that?

I'll give you the why when I find out the who.

Yeah, when you find out.

Hey, now remember, I get the first crack.

You get to finish the job.

See you later.

Oh, excuse me.

Hey, you've got great reflexes.

Thanks.

You got pretty good with yourself.

Do you like to work out?

I love it.

As long as it's not in the gym.

To

talk to my friend Nick Stanton about the

huge insurance policy he'd taken out on Pete.

After his death, there were flags all over the field.

But I wasn't expecting interference.

Hello, Christine.

Mike.

Dad's being interviewed.

He'll be back in a little while.

Want a drink?

No, thanks.

I think I'll have one.

When'd you start drinking?

Mike.

I know.

You're all grown up now.

Talk.

Talk.

Talk.

Is it all you do with your women, Mike?

Just chat.

In your case, yes.

I stopped breaking in fillies a long time ago.

Why?

Jail B.

Hey.

Hey.

Hi, Mike.

I could use a drink, baby.

I can get Mike a beer.

That's his drink.

Coming right up.

I mean a million questions.

They keep digging away.

All about me.

Come up with something.

Come on, give.

Well, Nick, there was some dirt in Pete's life.

Exactly what is that mean?

Can't just wait until tomorrow.

What do you mean dirt?

Problems.

Troubles.

It turns out that Pete was mixed up with some sleazy deals.

I mean, he was straight arrow.

I knew him.

He was like a son.

You stopped being cute, Mike.

Whatever you think you found out, you saved.

All right, Nick.

He was tied in a heavy gambling.

He used you.

He went through half your cheerleading squad and he used

his connection with you to pressure them into the sack.

He even beat up on a couple of them.

And he threw some games.

Now where'd you get that crud?

I mean, those are lies.

People resented, Pete.

And you do about it.

You were worried about it.

You bought two and a half million dollars worth of insurance on Pete.

Why?

Just in case?

No, because he was a star.

The difference.

The reason the fans came out.

I mean, let's face it, Mike.

I don't have deep buckets.

My players, they aren't the greatest.

I mean, as I has been, the maybe's the would-be's.

Not Pete.

I got problems.

What about the insurance money?

How they held up the payment?

I mean, too many unresolved questions.

Without that money, I go down the tubes.

No, we'll make it.

Without Pete?

He had so much talent.

I came on a little strong once in a while, but no real enemies.

I mean, Chrissy and I, we really knew that boy.

Daddy, I'm sorry.

I didn't want to have to tell you.

He tried to rape me seven months ago back there in that room.

What are you saying?

Pete was not that puree.

A lot of people wanted to see him dead.

As long as I had known Nick Stanton, he'd been as tough as a two-dollar state.

He lived through a lot before Pete chosen was killed.

But now, he'd never quite be the same.

Sorry, Mike.

Chrissy.

Daddy.

You told it to me straight?

Yeah.

I didn't want to kill you, though.

Hey, you didn't.

I'd be a sorry mess if I couldn't take the truth.

Cheat, gambling.

Then it killed him.

Maybe.

Nick, you still want to know?

You did it?

Yes.

Good.

So do I.

Hey, I've built the Marauders and Scratch.

How will my team clean up?

It's liable to mean some bad press for you.

Hey, I deserve it.

It was stupid.

I can live with that.

Just give me the killer.

You'll have him.

Give Grant.

Fall

is still kicking.

I'm on this earth.

Move, Peter.

And Doc.

Tilsen may have been killed because he was throwing games.

It was a long shot, yes.

So I went to see a bona fide expert on long shots.

Hey, Johnny.

Hey, Mike.

You see your last rate.

You believe the finish.

You lose much?

Lose, what, lose?

I had to hay back figure to win by a lance.

Not on those.

It's a point in it.

All right, Johnny.

Listen, I need some information.

Come here.

Same second to fifth.

Of course the boy.

No, Johnny.

Not that kind of information.

You heard about Pete Tilsen?

He was shot and killed.

Yeah.

Or it sneaked out to the clock news.

Yeah, the word is he was throwing games.

That's a very unhealthy habit.

Who was he hooked into?

That's my question.

It's definitely a challenge.

We'll get the work on it.

Thanks, Johnny.

Hey, Mikey.

I will be very discreet because these people

could become upset and even dangerous for you.

So what else is new?

Hey, aren't you guys going to buy anything?

Get him whatever he wants, put it on my cell phone.

Oh, it's answering the starting, eh?

Hey,

Johnny, look at this.

Johnny, look at this.

Oh, my God.

All right.

Hey, pal.

Give your eyeballs the rest.

Look at 31 across.

Shrunt.

Are you kidding me?

Look great.

Oh, gee, thanks.

That's not what you're saying, huh?

I think you're right.

Now, look, that cheerleader's name is Dana Lord.

She knows you're coming.

Good.

Do you trust her?

Not as much as I trust anybody.

That's why you got this job.

Oh, you mean I'm getting paid for this?

Very funny.

Now, I want you to look and listen.

Keep your eye on the cheerleaders and the other players.

If Tilsen was in the gambling, chances are some other people knew about it.

All right.

I always wanted to be a privateer.

That's the only thing private about you.

Why?

Come on!

All right, you guys.

They're looking really good.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five.

Now, remember.

What am I supposed to do?

Just keep your eyes open, your ears open, and your pom-pom move.

Dana!

Don't you look out for my girls.

She's a little nervous.

Hi, Delta.

Hi, Dana.

Not to worry.

You're going to be fine.

Tracy?

We have a new recruit here.

Could you show her the routine?

I haven't been paid in two weeks, and my two left feet hurt already.

Kid, don't worry about it.

They're going to make your star go on, break a leg.

Eight to five, I do.

I've got something for you.

Right up there.

Go on, go on.

Go on, go on.

Go on, baby.

Go on, baby.

Go on, baby.

Thanks for waiting, Angelica.

I'm a hammer and jellica Walters.

Mr. Walters, I'm investigating Pete Tilsen's murder.

I heard.

You were Pete Tilsen's girlfriend.

I know this must be a tough time for you, but

I'm still going to ask you some questions.

We'll try and help you, Mr. Hammer.

But I guess I'm still in shock about Pete.

I understand.

Peter will throw a game.

I mean, was he tied into any kind of heavy gambling?

Gambling?

If he would never have done anything like that.

Oh, come on, Angie.

You told me you were ready to talk.

You, Dana, I must have been upset.

I guess you misunderstood me.

Mike.

Did somebody get to you?

Do you mean?

I mean, somebody might have promised you a lot.

Hey, nobody promised me anything.

Oh, yeah, to help you forget that your boyfriend got a bullet to his brain?

Well, maybe they scared you.

Scared you enough so you wouldn't talk.

Either way, you're involved, Miss Walders.

You can't just walk away.

I don't have to hear this.

Angelica, you told me that Pete was into heavy betting.

That he hooked the other players at those parties on his boat.

His boat?

Just a party boat Pete had down at the Hudson River Basin.

But lots of fun there.

That's all.

Look, I don't want to talk about it anymore.

It's over.

Listen, you were his girlfriend.

You were his lover.

You don't want to talk about it?

But you won't have to if they come and lean on your heart enough.

They won't.

Oh, yes, they will.

It's a cruel world, Miss Walders.

You get into a deep, you drown.

You come down hard.

Only when I have to.

Would you work me over like that?

Would I have to?

One, two, three!

Some games need a lot of cheeries.

I'll do just need one.

Very becoming.

That towel is here.

Hey, come on.

I've got an idea.

If you've got the time.

Now right now, sweetheart.

I'd have loved to spend more time with Dana.

But not while the killer wasn't mating our privacy.

I've got a short fuse in.

Then stay away from matches.

It's enough for now.

Let's take a break, huh?

Ready.

Ready.

Hi.

Boy.

You're new.

Not anymore.

I know the feeling.

I think it's some of these pressure points.

Thanks.

You know, the best is the way to cure these.

Some good food, something to drink, and the right company.

Oh, sure.

Every jag's idea of gourmet heaven is a couple

of well-burnt cheeseburgers, a bucket of brewing.

Hey, you baby.

Let's rattle them bones.

Come on.

You got me wrong.

Oh, you've been interested in my mind?

I'm serious.

I'm talking first-class French restaurants and good wine.

I've got expensive taste.

So am I.

But I can't afford them.

I've got a little something going on the side.

Are you interested?

Check me after practice.

Tony.

And you know my name?

Everybody knows you, Tony.

You're famous.

Look, Cam, I don't feel like chatting.

You're also very rich.

I happen to know because you and your buddy, Tilsen, made a few very substantial

bets on games where the point spread was no problem.

Give us.

You're going to have a problem, pal.

Because sooner or later, you're going to have

to talk to the FBI, the IRS, or me and Betsy.

So I strongly suggest you make a quick choice.

Look, Cam, or I've been in the league for 14 years.

I've never been a superstar, but I earned my money.

I got a trick knee, I've got shoulder separation, I got bone damage.

I have paid my dues, but I heard Tilsen talking.

I knew it was making bets, so I laid down a little money along the way.

Did you know that Tilsen was throwing games?

Maybe I didn't want to know, but I didn't pull anything.

So you can blow the whistle on me, hammer.

But that's all you're going to get.

It said maybe he'll bust it ahead.

I wondered

if anything smelled peculiar in the locker room, beside old sweat socks.

What happened to you?

Occupational hazard.

Say, look, you look like you give a great massage, and I could really use one.

I wouldn't know what you're going to start with.

I was thinking about a back rub.

I wouldn't want to rub you the wrong way.

I bet you wouldn't.

The locker room equipment sure had changed since the days when I played ball.

Suit up, hammer.

You sure you got my size?

Put it on!

I didn't know what was going on.

I could only guess that these guys wanted me

to suit up as their idea of a practical joke.

It was the kind of humor that hit you over the head.

Did I score?

Say,

I didn't have any broken bones, but a lot of them were bent.

When I promised Nick Stanton, I'd find Pete Tilsen's killer.

I didn't realize there was going to be so much trouble.

Speaking of trouble.

Well, hello.

When did you move in?

How's it going?

It's mine.

Terrific.

Never better.

What happened to you?

I went to a very strenuous tea party.

I overdid the watercress sandwiches.

Chrissy, I'm not in the mood.

And don't look at me like I'm crazy.

Where are you going?

Take a hot shower.

Mike.

Alone.

Well, I could wash you back.

It's already clean, thanks.

Well, then you can wash mine.

Mike.

My place was becoming like Grand Central Station.

Michael.

And I have to talk to my super.

For some reason, he thought he was supposed to let girls into my apartment.

Mike.

Come on.

Chrissy.

Yeah?

Yeah?

I want you to tell me something.

To tell you what I just found out about the tea, I maybe want people to.

What?

Oh, that'll turn you on.

Stop laying cute, Chrissy.

Oh.

Daddy talks to the team.

He's in danger of losing a Maraudie.

And the insurance company is holding back.

They don't want to pay off Pete Chelsea's policy.

And today, we've got an anonymous offer to buy the team for his village, Mike.

Well, somebody's got a pipeline into the Marauders.

They know you're trying to hack it.

And they know you're in trouble.

How far they're trying to steal the team.

Chrissy.

Towel.

Mike.

Yeah?

Yeah, you shouldn't leave the door open like this.

Somebody could come in and...

Oh, sorry.

I didn't know that you...

It's not what you think.

I was just taking a shower.

You got anything?

Yeah.

All right, I'm going to get dressed.

Okay.

Mom is dead.

Tell me, am I an attractive, sexy, desirable woman?

Well, sure.

I'm not.

No, yes, you are.

Absolutely.

Then tell me, what's wrong with your Betty?

Power failure?

Is it Mike?

Is there anything I can do for you?

Yeah.

Do you know a good chiropractor?

What about you, Chrissy?

Yes, Michael Darling.

Young lady, you can just stay put right here.

I can't believe you!

What type, please?

Chrissy?

I guess I'm old-fashioned, that's all.

I don't believe in fooling around with my friends' daughters.

So please, give me a break.

What'd you get?

Yeah, the bullet that killed Tyson was small caliber and low power silencer.

Short range?

Less than a hundred feet.

Well, it couldn't have been any of us.

We might you were right there.

Yeah, and it's even the money I didn't do it.

Of course I wouldn't give you odds of anybody else.

Sure you.

I knew that Tilsen's killer was somebody on the field.

Now all I had to do was narrow the field.

Oh, Mike.

They ain't a law and left their message for you.

Thanks.

Friend of yours?

Very.

Bonsai, Johnny.

Good day to you.

What do you got?

Tilsen shaped a few points, even put a couple of ball games.

But I mean he never, never made a bet.

What?

They're losing me.

Read my lips.

Somebody else did.

Read a few bookie friends of mine that lost on large amounts.

So, who won?

Who won?

They'd love to know a mystery person.

Big money, big winnings, no names, no trails, nothing.

Mysterious.

Tilsen's partner.

Tilsen makes the moves.

His partner makes the bets.

They both make money.

It's nice and dirty.

Hey, more nice than dirty, Mikey.

I estimate they clear 2.8 million.

It's a lot of scratch, almost worth killing for.

Mike.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, buddy, look, huh?

Tell me you're from the Super Bowl.

It costs me a bun.

Mikey, whatever you want, I might tell you.

I'll keep checking.

Okay, Johnny.

He's a friend of mine.

He's a math teacher.

What's the matter with you?

He looks stiff.

Bad news, Mike.

The networks are going to cancel the Marada's TV contract.

They could bankrupt the team.

What?

They could also kill Nick.

Why?

Rumors.

By Pete Tilsen.

By dumping games.

Gamble.

They're nervous, man.

Well, he's depending on that TV contract.

I mean, he loses and he's going to lose a whole ball of wax.

He's got a lot of debt.

Some shark could pick the team up cheap.

I know.

Mike, ever since I was a kid, I've had a piggy bank.

I mean, I could dig up maybe $50,000.

And I've got friends.

We could raise enough money to help Nick.

That's great, buddy, but I'll tell you something.

I don't think Nick would take it.

I'll tell you what you can do, though.

Install the network.

If I could give them any reasons to hold off.

Sure.

You'll have it.

I'm getting close.

I had a dream about you last night.

Wonderful.

Yeah, I just need some time.

That's all.

I'll get it for you.

Thanks, I'll cross your letters.

All

right, who else wants to be a baseball?

Come on.

It's dangerous, boy.

Thanks, buddy.

You can play on my team anytime.

You got to be leaning on somebody like they wanted you dead.

Yeah, I'm going to take three strikes.

Listen, I'm going to head for the boat base and talk to your people.

Give me some more time.

You got it.

I had an appointment to meet Dana at Pete Tilsen's boat.

It seems that Angelica Pete's girlfriend had decided to change her mind.

Hello, Angie.

I hear you found your missing memory.

I lied to you before.

And you're going to tell me the whole truth now?

Why the sudden change?

Mike, she's scared.

I don't have anybody.

I mean, I'm out in the open.

I'm all alone.

I want you to help me.

I want you to keep me alive.

I want to help you, Angie, but you got to help me.

You got to start talking.

All right.

Pete threw great parties here.

Anything anybody wanted.

Food, liquor, all kinds of goodies.

And girls.

And me.

That way they called us both sweet dreams.

People get drunk.

I mean, they go out of control.

Sometimes it got wild.

And Pete made tapes of all of us.

Like to own people.

I'm sorry, Angie, but Pete Tilsen died for his sins.

I want who killed him.

I want his partner.

Darling, this is my Christmas present to you.

Pete made a tape of his partner at one of the parties here.

He did?

Where is he?

He kept it hidden.

For insurance, he said.

It's mixed in with the other tapes under here.

I don't know which one it is.

You have to lift that in.

Did her here on A&E?

And Jellica had just wanted to have fun.

She was you.

She just wanted to be safe.

Now she was dead.

Thank God Dana wasn't.

Mike.

Mike.

Mike.

Mike.

I'm okay.

They say it's only a flesh world.

Angie.

I'm afraid you didn't make it.

Mike, I'm so sorry.

My fault.

No, Mike.

No, I said I'd take care of her and make sure that she was safe.

Okay.

I'll be in touch with you.

I want a complete statement from you before you go.

I'm not exactly overjoyed that all the evidence is burned.

Not to mention a young girl.

Right, Galahad.

I'm sorry about the girl and sometimes these things happen.

Wrong, Barrington.

Murder just doesn't happen.

It's committed by somebody.

I'm warning you just don't go off half-cocked.

Fully cocked.

Believe me, counselor.

Chrissy.

Boy, Mike, that's for you.

I was scared of death.

I hurt on the radio.

I got something terrible.

No, I'm all right.

With a little dirty, that's all.

I'd take another shower if I thought I was safe.

That's funny.

I've been looking for you for more than an hour.

I took a belt and a light in the evening.

Nobody knew where you were.

I was really worried and then I heard on the news.

The killer did well to find me, all right.

How?

I invited him.

I don't get it.

Yeah, but he will.

When I realized who the killer was, it hit me in

the face like a splash of ice-cold battery acid.

I want to

talk to you, Hammer.

Yeah?

I'm listening.

Okay.

I apologize.

What?

I was out of line.

I apologize.

Okay.

Yeah.

Okay.

Is there somebody special?

I am.

I think I found him.

Hey, not your problem.

Just go work with your football.

Okay.

Okay.

I'd you figured, Mike, you were the only one who knew I was going to the boat base.

And I told him.

None of us are perfect.

Is a girl dead?

Yeah.

She burned to death.

Sorry.

No, you're not.

You blew Pete Tilson away and you slept like a baby.

You burned Angie alive and it didn't mean anything.

It was like stepping on a cockroach.

That's how I feel about you.

I wasn't calling anybody.

This is just between us.

Good.

It'll be quick.

Nothing heavy.

Yeah.

Like Angelica.

Like Pete.

Pete.

He was a quarterback.

They get to believe their publicity.

We could have taken over the team, owned the Moravans.

He got flaky.

Unreliable.

Touchdown.

I

was glad that Nick could keep his team.

And maybe even raise another prize quarterback.

No matter how bad things get, there's always another day, another game.

In fact, tomorrow the Jets were playing the Cowboys.

And I was hoping the point spread would be on my side.

Someday, Bob Veal is fixing to move down south for

another all-new A&E special presentation at 80-9 Pacific.

And now, Remington is on the run, being chased

by a deadly trio of jewel thieves next on A&E.