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Who is he?

He's that cop accused of gunning down an old man in front of his own house.

Okay, the spleen's gotta go.

We have your wife. Who is this?

Simple trade.

Your wife for Officer Ed Buxton.

We have a patient here who's had two attempts on his life.

Will he make it? Barring any further complications?

They want Buxton's life in exchange for Melanie's.

He's had some post-op complications.

I gotta go back in. Somebody has to go in, but it's not going to be you.

Thank you.

Oh,

Here he comes.

How do you feel about the verdict, Officer Buxton?

Okay, out of the way, please.

How about you, Mrs. Buxton? How do you feel about the judge's decision?

I'm very glad. No questions asked.

I said not now.

How do you feel about gunning down a defenseless old man?

If I stopped to ask myself how I felt every time I did my job, I'd never do my

job. Tell a man's family that. Is that a policeman's job, shooting unarmed

civilians? Officer Buxton was acting in accordance with the law.

You're a pig, Buxton!

Bravo,

bravo, bravo.

Your turn.

What?

Your turn.

You've got to be kidding.

Come on, once around the parking lot, you'll be a real pro.

Get out of here.

Come on, I dare you.

You think I'm going to take this skateboard and put it down here and just

get up on it and push off?

Like this?

doctor morning morning morning darling

morning melanie melanie trapper are you all

right fine fine i knew it it finally happened you're having your midlife

crisis he dared me well i think you

looked adorable did they throw in a beanie and knee pads to match

You want to see me about something? Yes, I do. I had the day off, thought I'd

catch you early and take you to lunch. Ah, lunch, and you're treating.

Hmm, what's wrong?

Why do you always assume a nice gesture means I'm in the market for a favor?

Aren't you? Of course, but let's talk about it over lunch. Okay, you're on.

Oops.

First a word from our sponsor, right?

Right.

Look, why don't you wait for me in my office, huh?

Darling, didn't you forget something?

Your skateboard.

Oh, right.

Ciao.

Well, you look at that crowd.

This guy's got quite a fan club. Who is he?

Haven't you been reading the papers?

He's that cop accused of gunning down an old man in front of his own house.

He says the guy was going for a gun. What he was going for was his wallet.

Well, let's hope our sights look better.

Give me a step.

Oh, man, what a mess.

The mesentery's lacerated. Okay, get that bleeder ready.

Got it. Clamp.

There we go. Give me a step.

Okay,

the spleen's got to go.

Oh, good, you're still here.

Trapper's on his way. He had to see some patients after he finished surgery. Oh,

that's all right. This is fascinating.

I'm learning all kinds of things.

Starch, did you know that this spot on my hand could be dermatofibroma? And

this thing on my knee could be adiposis dolorosa.

And do you know that last month's issue was even better than this?

The Wonderful World of Fungi.

I could hardly put it down. You couldn't? Well, Trapper should have

married someone like you. Oh, come on, a deprived view of all those alimony

checks.

Besides, you know, once you've swapped sutures with a man, the thrill is gone.

Why, Starch, you never told me.

Well, you had to find out about it sooner or later.

Good thing you came when you did. I think I've learned all I want to about

dermatofibroma. Oh, you never know when you'll need it.

You ready to go?

Sure you don't need a pass to leave the grounds?

No, it's okay.

The warden says I can go out as long as I stay within a five-mile radius. Come

on, I'm starved. Me too.

I know this great little restaurant where they've got... Trapp, you've got

to come quick. It's Buxton. He's in trouble.

Can you wait?

Why not?

A few more hours with these, I'll have my own practice.

Now what?

Respiratory depression. His blood pressure's down.

BP's 82 over 50.

Respiration's very shallow. I don't understand it. He was doing fine until a

little while ago.

And look at this.

Pinpoints. How much morphine is he on? 10 milligrams every... Wait a minute.

That's not the IV I set up.

What? You ordered a piggyback of ampicillin every six hours. Where is it?

What's going on?

Somebody's tampered with the IV. I distinctly remember... All right, get

this down to the lab. Tell them to check it for its narcotic content.

It could be morphine. And get me one cc of naloxone, quick.

Yes, sir.

Looks like somebody doesn't want this guy to make it.

Who's been in here in the last hour? Well, beside you two. A lot of nurses, a

couple of doctors, a guy's wife.

Come on, it's important. Anybody else? No, I'm sorry.

Why? Well, somebody put a high dose of morphine in this IV.

Enough to kill him? That was a general idea, yeah. Detective Judson, homicides.

You gonna be okay?

Well, I don't know. It's too early to tell. His condition's still critical.

Now, I want the security tightened around here. I want men on every

corridor, and no one gets on this floor without proper identification.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Sorry, gentlemen. We'll do better next time.

There better not be a next time. I mean, we bust our butts trying to save the

guy, and then some jerk gets by and takes another crack at him right under

our noses.

Won't happen again, Doctor.

Well, I don't know what kind of miracle men you think we are, but we can only

bring them back so often.

You're beautiful when you're angry.

This wasn't my idea of a quaint little luncheon place, but here we are.

Oh, I'm sorry, babe. The way the day's been going, I just didn't feel like I

could leave the hospital.

So, what's this all about?

Trevor, why don't we wait till after lunch?

Kids okay?

Oh, sure, they're fine.

Good job?

Mm-hmm.

Better than ever.

You're not sick?

No, I'm not.

Well, if it's so important, tell me.

All right.

I need a loan.

Ah, for a minute you had me. Actually, it's not a loan. It's just an advance on

my alimony.

My car is in the shop again. You know the trouble I've been having with it

lately. This time it died on me right in the middle of rush hour, Trapper. How

much do you want?

Now, I've worked it all out.

I can pay you back just as soon as... You don't have to pay me back. I mean,

it's a gift. I mean, happy birthday.

Trapper, it isn't my birthday.

I came to you for a loan.

A formal request for capital to be paid back with interest.

Melanie, I want to give you the money. If it makes you feel better to pay it

back, fine.

With interest.

Fine, with interest.

You don't think I can pay it back, do you?

Oh, for God's sake, Melanie, I just thought you would appreciate the favor.

I should have known this would turn into a mess.

Then who started that?

Well, thanks, 3 Delori Street.

Whatever you say, Mrs.

McIntyre.

You've been limbed to protect Mr. and Mrs. America, only to be ridiculed and

harassed by your public. Believe me, I've been there.

Your name?

Simmons. Pam Simmons.

Simmons. Simmons, Simmons, Simmons.

There's no Simmons here.

There isn't. Well, there has to be.

Look, what you do is... Okay, I'll handle this.

You'll have to go back to personnel, Simmons.

We can't be too careful.

We? Stanley, what is this all about?

Security starts. It's the name of the game.

Let's see.

Willoughby, Willoughby, Willoughby, Willoughby.

Just kidding, Starch. There's your very own personal laminated ID card.

Ah, gee.

When do I get my certificate and decoder ring?

Wait a minute.

Where are you going?

419 needs a shave.

Do you intend to use this blade?

I thought it'd be faster than a tweezers, yes, sir.

Good work.

Don't worry about the staff.

Someday they'll thank us for this.

How's my son? Fine, Mrs. Billings. The surgery went well.

He's going to be fine.

Thank you.

You know, I haven't been able to read a thing.

I've been on the one sentence for the past hour. We'll be taking him to

intensive care. The nurse will come out and let you know when you can see him.

Thank you, doctors.

Doctor!

Oh, Arnold. Well, now, what is our administrator doing down here?

Hornsby sent me. I, uh...

Wanted to catch you before you went on runs.

It's about Buxton. Oh?

What's happened?

Nothing's happened. I'm transferring him to another hospital, that's all.

Transferring him?

He just got here. Give the guy a chance to unpack and relax a while. Yeah,

Arnie, he's in no condition to be moved.

I'm just trying to think of the two of you.

I realize it must be difficult trying to work around all this confusion.

Oh, yes.

Well, it goes with the territory.

We have an entire hospital to worry about.

Admissions have dropped sharply since yesterday. And what with the police and

the press and who knows what's lurking around this hospital, it's scaring

people away.

Relax, Arnold. Dr.

McIntyre, it's for you.

On that phone.

Oh, Trapper, your bookie's finally caught up with you. Come on. I'll be

right there.

Buxton is staying here until he's out of danger. That's my final word.

Come on, Arnold. Let's check in our star boarder. If you're nice, I'll introduce

you. They said it was urgent.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello.

We have your wife, Melanie.

Bright, intelligent woman. Been very quiet.

I hope you will be too.

Who is this?

Forgive me, but I'm afraid the time doesn't allow for formal introductions.

I'm Dr. McIntyre.

I assume you'll be smart enough not to do anything stupid like call the police

in. Or anything.

This sort of thing tends to get messy when we drag a lot of people into it.

So let's keep it intimate.

And let's try to get our plans right the first time. What do you want?

Simple trade.

Your wife, Melanie, for Officer Ed Buxton.

In other words, just so there's no misunderstanding, if you ever want to

see your wife, Melanie, again, you'll make sure that Officer Ed Buxton

Does it make it?

Hello?

Hello?

Well, what do you say?

Didn't say.

Listened.

Now we wait.

This isn't going to work.

I know Trapper. He's not going to fall for this.

I don't know, Mrs.

McIntyre.

Your husband might surprise you.

Ex. Hmm?

Ex. My ex-husband.

Your ex? He's not your husband?

We're divorced. You're kidding.

You mean you're not married?

Quick, Charlie.

Really quick.

Quiet, Stacy. Let me figure this out.

Great. I don't believe this. First he brings a hostage to my studio who's not

even the writer. As I told you, the plan with the IV didn't quite work. I'm

sorry. I had to think of something and fast.

Not a bad thing to grab the wife of the chief surgeon.

X, Y. All right, I made a mistake. I'm sorry. Not the end of the world.

I'll figure something.

Terrific.

This isn't going to work, you know. Who asked you?

If you think Trapper is going to give in to you because of me, well, I hate to

disappoint you, but we don't get along at all.

Great.

He could care less if I'm gone.

In fact...

Any of his other women would have been a better choice than me.

Mona or Veronica.

Eileen or Ingrid. Somebody shut this woman up.

The only reason I was there today was to get my alimony. We had a big... I said

shut up!

I don't think you understand.

Let me explain.

You're not getting out of here until your husband or ex-husband or whatever

he is comes through for me.

For us.

Somebody's going to die.

And it's up to your husband, ex-husband, to decide who that somebody is.

It's funny how harmless you look when you're sleeping.

I'm Eleanor Buxton, Ed's wife.

Would you like to see some ID?

No, that's fine.

Will he make it?

I'm sure he's going to be fine, barring any further complications.

Complications? You mean like another attempt on his life?

No, no, no. Medical complications.

You think he should have died, don't you?

Well, I mean, everybody does.

Maybe he should have.

Maybe it'd make it easier on everybody.

I mean, what difference does it make?

You're just gonna patch him up, and they're gonna send him out in the

street, and now the crackpot's gonna take another shot at him?

Maybe this time they won't miss.

Maybe you should get some rest, huh?

You doctors.

You have this amazing ability to remain coolly detached and impersonal no matter

who the patient is, no matter what.

Yeah, we doctors are really good at that.

How's he doing, Doc?

What?

I just wanted to know how he was doing.

You know, you got a celebrity in there. Come on.

I'm taking you off the Buxton case.

Why? I just... That's all.

Hey, what's going on?

What is it, Trapper? Buxton's my patient. He's mine now. It's that

simple. Then tell me why.

I cannot afford any mistakes, that's all.

Mistakes? I'm going to make a mistake?

I don't want you in this case, and that's final. Get it?

My nose.

I've got to scratch my nose.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Haven't you ever had to scratch your nose before?

What's the matter?

My nose.

It itches. Can I untie her head? Her nose?

No,

you can't untie her. Oh, for Pete's sake, untie her already.

This is so dumb.

We've got her bound and gagged like in a Cagney movie or something.

She stays tied.

I don't believe this.

We join a cause to rid the world of gun-happy cops, and here we are.

Stuck here, holding a gun on a hostage.

I feel like a gangster or something.

Ah, but you are a gangster, Stacy. That's what revolution's all about.

Oh, get off the soapbox, Ian.

We wouldn't be in this mess if you could shoot straight.

Go ahead, Charlie.

Get her out of those ropes.

Since when do you give the orders?

What's the matter, Charlie? Are you afraid of him?

All right, lady, we've heard enough from you.

Maybe you don't understand.

I don't know.

We've gone beyond banner waving, protests and demonstrations.

We're caught now.

We're up for kidnapping and killing a cop.

Yeah.

That's murder, Stacy.

Murder.

Think about that next time you open that liberated mouth of yours.

Hey, you there.

State your business.

I work here.

So you do.

This place hasn't seen this kind of action since the earthquake.

Guess you've seen it all, huh, Starch? Oh, twice.

Just a minute.

Mr. Buxton's requesting an extra blanket.

Now your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to get this blanket

through the lines and up to the front. Good luck.

That gastric resection in 410 wants to see you.

Send Ruben.

She doesn't want Dr.

Ruben. She says his hands are cold. She wants you. I said get Ruben. I'm busy.

Hey, Trapper, wait up. Later.

No, not later. Ever since yesterday, you've been hot-headed, distant, and

temperamental. You throw me off a case. You yell at starch. You're practically

kicking dogs and children.

Now, I want to know what's eating you.

Nothing's eating me. Oh, come on, Trapper. Something's got to be wrong.

I don't want you involved.

Involved in what?

Damn it, friends get involved.

Now, until you tell me what's going on, I'm not going to let you off the hook.

So they, uh...

They want Buxton's life in exchange for Melanie's.

Now you know as much as I do.

Have you told anybody else? Have you notified the police?

Slocum and the administration, the police, and now you.

Now what are they doing? What'd they say?

That I am to continue things as normally as possible.

Ian, you want some chicken?

No, thank you.

Hey, Charlie, what about our hostage?

We're gonna feed her or we're gonna let her starve to death.

Just give me the key to the closet. Why?

She's probably hungry.

It's in the door.

Hungry?

It's your original recipe.

Eleven different herbs and spices.

Come on, you gotta eat something.

Well, uh, maybe just a bite.

Sure, here you go.

Wait a minute.

I can't eat like this.

Oh, no, you can't, can you?

Could you untie me?

Yeah, I guess I have to.

So you all right in here? You got enough air?

Well, it's not exactly my idea of home.

It's awful hot, too.

Couldn't you let me out?

No, Ian wouldn't like that. I've got to go before he says, you know.

Why?

Because, that's all.

Oh, because he's the boss, right?

Boss?

Funny, I would have figured you for the boss.

You're so much smarter.

What's going on here? What are you doing?

Oh, she just said... Hey, why is she in time?

I thought she... Well, don't think anymore.

Untie her up.

How long have I been here?

A couple of days.

They're trying to kill me, aren't they?

It's just a maniac.

Aren't they?

Everything's going to be okay.

You know, the kids really miss you.

You're quite a celebrity around the house.

They've got some hero for a daddy, don't they?

Getting down to defense this old man and getting away with it.

Yeah.

It's not what happened and you know it.

No, Eleanor, I don't know.

I don't know anymore.

Everything's gonna be okay.

We don't have to worry anymore.

And the police have security stationed at the door.

For what?

So they can keep me from my fans?

Ed,

you talk like you were convicted.

Wasn't I?

It's too bad.

All this because of one gun-happy cop.

What do you say?

Look, it happens to the best of us.

After a few years of near-misses, seeing your partner get shot, riding a traffic

ticket, getting stabbed by some innocent-looking kid, shot at by a

grandma.

You know, you get a little jumpy. You have to.

It's called self-preservation.

Hold it.

Hello? It's Mrs. Blanchard, doctor.

Did you prescribe pork rind for her as a bedtime snack?

No, Mrs. Blanchard cannot have pork rind. How about salted popcorn?

No, unsalted.

All right, so what else have you got?

Well, we're following up on that ballistics report.

That should give us a couple of leads. We know the bullet came from a .30-06

rifle. We'll have to check all the...

Yes? Is Dr.

McIntyre there?

This is Dr. McIntyre.

It's Mr.

Lee. We're not getting a pulse in his foot. The vein graft may have blocked

off. All right. Well, you better run an angiogram to be sure. Okay. Call me if

you need me.

Okay. Now, who else have you told about this?

Dr. Gates and our administrator, Arnold Slocum.

Can you trust him?

You can trust him.

Look, I can't hang around here any longer. I've got to make some rounds.

I'll see you in a few minutes.

Okay.

Hello?

Dr. McIntyre?

You can reach him in his office.

This is a pay phone.

All right.

Oh, I'm sorry. I overheard you.

There's a phone call for you. They insist on talking to you. It's okay.

I'll take it.

Hello?

So you told the police.

You shouldn't have done that, Doctor.

It's only going to make it that much harder on you.

Buxton dies.

He is going to die, isn't he?

What about Melanie?

What assurance do I have about her?

Assurance?

You'll see her just as soon as you keep your end of the agreement.

How do I know that? You don't know that.

You'll have to trust me.

I want some proof that you have her, that she's all right. I want to talk to

her.

Fine, then.

All right.

I'll let you talk to her.

Come on up.

I want you to talk to her.

I want you to give your ex some incentive to cooperate.

No. Come on. I said talk to him. No.

No.

Trapper. Melanie.

Oh, Trapper, I'm sorry about lunch.

Melanie.

We've shown our hand.

You show yours.

Tonight.

Tonight, Buxton dies by midnight.

Either that or somebody else dies by midnight.

I'm sorry that's all the time I have.

Suffice to say, Officer Buxton's condition is stable, he's receiving

excellent care, and we're confident that he'll be fine.

Thank you, gentlemen.

And ladies.

Mr. Slocum, any chance of getting an interview with Buxton? No, that's

impossible. How about a picture? I'm sorry.

Slocum!

What about it? What's your answer?

I need more time to think about it. We don't have time. Trapper's only got till

midnight.

Midnight? We've got to get him off the case. We've got to do something.

Now, would I get your help or don't I?

So, they know you called the police.

That means one thing. Their plant is still somewhere in this hospital.

We'll have to run a thorough investigation of the staff.

Now, was there anything distinctive in the caller's voice?

No. Anything at all? Any background noises?

Nothing. Would you recognize the voice? Have you heard it again?

I don't know. I'm not sure. Doctor, you're not being much help to us. What

do you want me to... Yes?

It's Buxton, sir. He's Shockey.

Shockey? That's impossible. I was just with him. His BP is 74 over 50 and

dropping rapidly.

Hemorrhage.

All right, prep him and get him to OR fast.

I'll be right there.

John, I just heard Buxton's in trouble. You're operating. Now, what's this all

about? He's had some post-op complications.

I've got to go back in. Somebody has to go in, but it's not going to be you.

I'm putting gates on this.

No, it's my patient.

Not anymore, he isn't.

The surgical committee held a little emergency meeting an hour ago.

And they want you off the case.

Whose idea was that?

I've talked to the board, and they're in complete agreement with the committee.

Under the circumstances, so am I.

Arnie, that's crazy. Now, we know they've got a spy in here. If they find

out I've been taken off the case, Arnie, we can lose her.

Exactly. Now, that's too much of a burden to put upon you, John.

Now, suppose Buxton dies.

Think how you'd feel then.

You'd never be sure that you did everything you could.

Then I can handle it.

I don't think you can.

Now, I want you out of here, and I want you out of here now.

That's an order, Doctor.

When was that?

Ah.

No kidding.

Hold on.

Buxton's taking a turn for the worse.

Whoopee.

He's in surgery right now. All right, now listen.

Whatever you do, you don't lose track of this.

And no games.

They say he's dead.

We want proof.

You understand?

Proof. All right, bye-bye.

It's about time.

Pretty soon this whole thing's gonna be over and we can send her home.

Good. This whole thing's starting to give me the creeps anyway.

You too?

Seems your ex-husband cares for you more than you think.

When are you gonna let me go home?

Ian, let's dump her now and get out of here, what do you say?

Yeah, good idea.

We're getting what we want.

We got time.

Hey, Ian.

Ian?

Ian, what are you thinking?

What do you think?

We'd let her go?

Yeah, that's exactly what we think.

Right.

Bye-bye, Mrs.

McIntyre. Very nice to see you. Oh, and give our regards to the good doctor and

to the police.

And if you're ever in the neighborhood, please feel free to come by and pick up

some porridge. What's the matter with you?

She knows our names.

She knows our faces.

If she lives, we're as good as dead.

All right, then.

I'm sorry, but I don't want anything to do with this.

Come on, Stacy. Let's get out of here.

You're not going anywhere. Yeah, watch us. I give you this warning. You walk

out now, you're as good as dead.

Don't do it.

You stay right where you are.

We did all we could, Trapper.

Buxton didn't make it.

Even we need a doctor. No, no, we're not going to have any doctors. But he needs

help.

You. You've got to help us.

Me?

I'm not a doctor. Yeah, but you were married to one.

Well, I... Suppose I could help a little.

But you have to untie me first.

What are you doing?

She doesn't know anything.

She knows more than we do.

Now look, you've got to stand back. I'm going to help.

Doesn't look good.

Does it?

Give me a cloth. I'll have to make a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

Oh,

I'm

going to be sick.

Doesn't look so bad to me.

I don't know.

The bullets penetrated the adiposis

dolorosa. And you said she doesn't know anything.

I've heard about cases like this when my husband was in Korea.

Can you feel this?

That's what I was afraid of.

The bullets lodged in the arterial canal, possibly lacerating the...

Dermatofibroma. Oh, no, I've heard of that.

Unless you get him to a hospital right away, it could cause a fatal contusion

to the aortic capillary.

We're not taking him to any hospital. Too many questions.

But he needs help. Forget it. He stays here.

Where he could die?

Die? I don't want to die.

Ian, you're responsible. I didn't mean to hurt anybody. I didn't mean to hurt

him. Funny, I think Buxton said the same thing.

You shut up.

What is?

We can't take any chances.

We gotta remember what we're here for. What you're here for?

You're gonna let a friend die in the name of a cause?

That's some cause.

Ha! A scam.

It was our only way, Trevor.

You mean... I mean, the whole thing. I mean, the post-op emergency. Everything.

It was all a con. They wanted Buxton dead by midnight, so we staged the whole

thing. Well, you're something else. You know that? That Arnie...

I'm sorry about all that, Steve. It's all right.

All right, all right. Anybody else in on this?

Just the immediate surgical team. They had to know.

Yeah, they got a little suspicious when there was no one on the O.R. table.

Okay, okay.

Then where is Buxton?

Right now, he's in maternity.

In a private room with, uh, for protection, of course.

Oh, yes, of course.

And Buxton's body?

We played it to the hilt. Wheeled the gurney all the way down to the morgue.

Down to the morgue.

Oh, boy.

I'd better get down there.

Whoever it is is going to make damn sure he's dead before they do anything.

We thought of that, too.

We have someone down there just in case.

Everybody likes to play cop.

Well, gentlemen, I hope your little scheme works. What do you mean?

What do I mean?

I've never known a kidnapper yet who kept his word.

Doctor, I know you want to see your wife again.

But with Buxton dead, I think you've just lost your bargaining power.

Come on.

It's no secret. Buxton's body was just brought in here. All I'm asking for is

the chance to get a couple of pictures.

Aren't you a little morbid?

It's what my editor wants.

Just trying to please the public.

Hi. Is this the morgue?

Until they come up with a better name for it, yes.

I was sent down to get Mr.

Buxton's wedding ring. His wife asked me if I could get it for her. Do you have

any authorization?

Yes, here it is.

Down the corridor to your left. Last room.

Last room.

Thanks.

Hey, how does she write?

It's her lucky day.

I'm freezing to death in here.

All right.

Do you want to tell us where you can find Mrs.

McIntyre?

Ian, what are you doing?

Something's wrong.

She should have called me back.

I'm getting out of here.

Charlie can't go anywhere in his condition. Then Charlie doesn't go

anywhere in his condition.

I'm not leaving him. Fine. You stay here. You stay here with the dead man.

Come on, lady.

Ian! You haven't got the guts to kill her. I've got the guts.

Freeze! Police officers! Drop the gun!

Rapper. Oh, Rapper.

You all right? Yeah.

Doctor, there's a man hurt over here.

Hey, Doc, you think I'll make it to the hospital?

Huh? Well, I'm bleeding into my arterial canal.

The bullet lacerated the dirt.

Dermato... Dermatofibroma.

The what?

Causing a fatal contusion of the aortic capillaries. Isn't that right?

Dermato... Fibroma.

Good work, Doctor.

Sorry to see you go, Buxton.

Yeah, things sure won't be the same without you.

Yeah, they're gonna miss you in maternity.

I would like to thank you very much.

Come on, admit it, doctor.

Did it ever enter your mind to let me die?

Never. But him, I'm not so sure of.

Thanks a lot.

Thank you. Okay.

Thanks.

Sure.

Come on. Be my guest, will you?

Adios.

Oh, looks like we've got a date.

So I have. Sorry about that.

Get in. I'm starved.

Hi, darling. I picked the greatest place for lunch.

Pump the accelerator.

I thought you got this thing fixed. I did. I did.

Cozy little booth overlooking the bay.

Where's the choke? There isn't one. Great food. The chefs are wonderful.

Take your foot off the pedal, Melanie. How many times have I got to tell you?

Darling, relax.

I'm trying, you know?

Anyhow, I've been to this restaurant before. The atmosphere is extremely

romantic.

Sweetheart, am I blocking traffic?

Oh, no. No, no. No?

Several hundred cars lined up behind me? No, no. What?

Maybe it's the... Oh, well.

So, hang on.

Can I have another loan? Get this fixed again?