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(ominous music) (car softly rustling)

(ominous music) (crickets softly chirping)

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(door softly clattering)

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(door softly clattering)

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(light softly clicks)

(door softly shuts)

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(shoes softly clattering)

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(softly exhales)

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(snake hissing) (ominous music)

(loudly thuds) (dramatic orchestral music)

(light orchestral music)

(soft bright orchestral music)

- Good morning, this is Jewel Porter, speaking to you

from the heart of Hollywood.

Well, the latest scuttlebutt this morning is

that the new Francis Ford Coppola film

is off if you can believe it.

I'll tell you something else that's off.

The lovely actress, J. Thompson, and--

- [Rick] Amanda, have you seen my corduroy jacket?

- [Jewel] Everyone's favorite.

Well, their on-again-off-again romance is off.

- Manny? - At least, that's the latest.

You know, Brooke Shields

has lots and lots of fans-- - Manny?

- [Jewel] And her New York fans are having a charity--

- How can you watch that woman?

- Do you mind?

(softly snaps) (lightly chimes)

I'm interested.

- [Rick] Well, why don't you use your magic

for something more useful like helping me find my jacket?

- You problem left it at Tina and Jerry's last night.

Boy, did you get blotto.

- I was not blotto, I never get blotto.

I was attacked.

Whoever heard of Portuguese vodka?

(drawer softly clattering)

Was I that bad?

- You were fine once you stopped bullfighting

with the schnauzer.

- I did that?

- Let's hope, and speak-- (clicks)

- Stop it, what do you have against Jewel Porter anyway?

- She's got a big mouth, what else did I do?

(softly snaps) (lightly chimes)

- Thought I had that down pat.

- When I person makes an ass of himself,

he has a right to know.

- You were very entertaining.

Now, would you please put the plug back in?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, what do you mean entertaining?

- Well, you were adorable.

(soft orchestral music)

And afterwards,

you were very sexy.

(soft orchestral music)

- That part is beginning to come back to me.

(softly clanging and clattering)

This isn't garbage day, is it?

(ominous music) (softly clattering)

- Oh. - Oh, yes.

(cat softly purring)

- Dickens is telling us about the garbage, Mother.

- Really?

That's the third time this week, what are we gonna do?

- Ellen, do you ever feel left out

when she talks to the cat like that?

- Oh, oh, no, no, really, I mean,

she's a witch after all, they're related, you know.

- Dickens says there's a hostile alien force threatening us.

- A hostile alien force?

- Yeah, from somewhere out there.

- Should we alert the Pentagon?

(phone ringing)

They know!

(laughing)

- Hello?

May I ask who's calling, please?

Who?

Just a moment, please, it's for you.

- Who is it?

- Who's your favorite person in the whole wide world?

- You're kidding, Miguel, ya old scuzzball!

Jewel Porter?

What is this?

- I think it's a call from Jewel Porter.

- Wha?

Hello, Miss Porter.

I, I'm sorry, uh, there was a, uh, disturbance here.

No, wait, wait, wait, what can I do for you?

Yeah.

- [Rick] "Dear Big Mouth, you've spread enough poison.

"Quit now or I'll spread some of my own."

Not a big fan, huh?

- You mean, this kind of mail isn't unusual?

- There is an army of fans out there, Mrs. Tucker.

And when I attack one of their favorite stars,

I hear from them, you wouldn't believe the mail I get.

Women convinced they're gonna have

Burt Reynolds' baby, easy, Andre.

Lonely men in prison, hopeful starlets from Hoboken,

and every once in a while, I get a letter like that.

- Well, this guy didn't just send a letter, he sent a snake.

- Mrs. Porter, if you feel this is a deliberate attempt

on your life, you should-- - No police, Mrs. Tucker.

Once they get involved, the media will pick it up

and have a field day, it'll be fair game

for every nut in Hollywood. (phone ringing)

Oh, Dawn, dear, get that please.

- [Dawn] Here, Mother.

- Thank you.

Hello?

Warren!

(laughs) I thought you were supposed to be in Rome.

When did you get back?

- I wanna have another look at that bathroom.

The snake is gone, right?

- Oh, yeah, the shelter man came and took it.

- Good. (Jewel chuckles)

- [Jewel] Now, now, now, now, Warren.

- That's a pretty necklace. - Thank you.

- Is it turquoise? - Navajo.

Mother says you have psychic powers.

- Oh, (chuckles) well, sometimes I sense things.

Sometimes I don't, (chuckles) it's unusual.

- A friend bought it for me

when we were in Las Vegas last month.

Only, my mom's not supposed to know I was there.

You won't say anything?

- Lips are sealed. - Thanks.

- [Jewel] Uh-huh, uh-huh, I see.

Can I quote you on that, dear?

Bye bye, sweetie.

- Whoever planted the snake must have ducked out

through the bathroom window.

- Mr. Tucker, why, I may step on toes from time to time,

but that's all part of the game.

Sure, a star may hold a grudge, but murder?

No way, a very disturbed person wrote that note.

Find him, and you've got the person who tried to kill me.

Will you take the case?

- Well, Miss Porter, we'd like to talk about it first.

Can we get back to you?

- I have a taping session with Paul Newman at four.

Why don't you come by the studio then?

- Paul Newman?

(whimsical woodwind music)

I never met Paul Newman.

- Hey, what do you need Paul Newman for

when you got the kid, huh?

Right, Marcia? - Right, kid.

Tina just called, all she could find was one sock.

She thinks Jerry took your jacket with him.

- One sock?

- She thinks you left the other one on the roof.

- The roof?

- (clears throat) The yodeling contest.

Rick, we've gotta make a decision.

I mean, someone's trying to kill Jewel Porter.

- Honey, this could be a real tough case.

I mean, there must be hundreds of crazies out there

wanting to see that woman dead, thousands.

- No, no, no, this was not sent by a crazy.

There are no emotional vibes.

- Oh, okay, well then, a very sane person

put a snake in her bathtub.

- No, what I mean is if a disturbed person sent this,

it would be highly charged. (sighs)

But I am picking up something about Miami.

- Miami, where'd Miami come from?

- Only I don't know if it's from this.

- Can I see that?

- Yeah.

- I'll tell you what I get.

I get the letter M out of alignment.

It's a manual typewriter, not an electric.

Some letters lighter, some letters darker,

which tells me the person was using

the hunt and peck method, that's what I get.

- Okay, (sighs) maybe Marcia can come up

with something we can go on, like the typewriter model.

- Where you going?

- To meet Paul Newman, oh, Rick, please?

(whimsical woodwind music) - Okay.

Lucky for you, it's a slow month.

Were we really on the roof? - Only some of us.

(softly smacks) (whimsical music)

- "Dear Big Mouth, this is your second chance.

"Quit now or it's lights out."

- It was waiting for me when I got

to the studio this morning.

Somebody slipped it under my office door.

Frankly, I've never been so scared in my life.

- [Darren] Jewel?

- Oh, Darren, I would like you

to meet Rick and Amanda Tucker.

- How do you do? - Hello.

- Darren is my personal assistant.

- How do you do? - He knows more

about this business than anyone in town.

- Present company excepted.

Jewel, I've got bad news, I just got a call,

Newman can't make it.

- Can't make it? - LAX is fogged in,

he's stuck in a holding pattern.

- That makes two of us, now what do we do?

We've got a show to tape.

- Relax, Jane Fonda's on the lot.

Now, maybe I can persuade her to pinch it?

- Oh, Darren, you are a genius.

I'd be lost without him.

Look, I have got to tape the opening.

Can you two wait around a bit?

I'll be right back.

- Jane Fonda, remember her in Clue?

- No.

Grandma used to have a spell for getting rid of fog.

(equipment softly clattering) (crew softly chattering)

- [Crew Member] In five seconds, four, three, two, one.

- Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

This is Jewel Porter speaking to you

from the heart of Hollywood.

Tonight, we have a real treat.

We're going to meet three celebrities

who are superstars in the entertainment industry.

Stars so bright, they light up the sky of Hollywood.

Stars so bright, they light up the lives

of all the people they meet. (ominous music)

Tonight, we're going to examine their lives,

their loves, their triumph over personal tragedy.

Tonight, we're gonna meet three extraordinary people

who think of themselves as people first,

and celebrit-- - The light!

(dramatic orchestral music) - Amanda, what are you doing?

(loudly crashes) (dramatic orchestral music)

Amanda!

- We're all right, up there!

(intense orchestral music)

- [Rick] Hey!

(lightly clatters)

(ominous music)

(intense orchestral music)

(ominous music)

(loudly crashes)

(intense orchestral music)

(loudly crashing)

(intense orchestral music)

(ominous music)

Freeze!

- You talkin' to me?

- Yeah, hold it right there.

- You must be on the wrong set, buddy, this is a musical.

(whimsical woodwind music)

(ominous music)

- [Terry] Well, if you didn't catch him,

then we've got nothing to go on.

- We still have the threat notes, Mr. Porter.

- Threat notes, what threat notes?

- Jewel didn't tell you?

- No, I knew noting about this until a few minutes ago.

I just got in from Miami.

- Miami?

- Yeah, my real estate, there was a convention there.

Look, I've gotta see Jewel, doctor's giving her a sedative.

I'm glad you're on the case.

(door clattering)

- Well, he's our man.

- Honey, before we put the cuffs on him,

whadya say we fill in a few details, you know?

Like clues and motives, detective stuff.

- Okay, okay, private eye, that's what you want?

- Yeah.

(light orchestral music)

Aw, thank you. - Anytime.

- Drive carefully, now.

(softly groans) - Oh, God.

(light orchestral music)

You're not milkin' this, are ya?

- I love it when you drive.

- It's gotta be the husband.

He knows her schedule and he has access

to both the studio and her own home!

Rick?

You want me to make ya a sandwich?

- Unh-uh, think I wanna be up all night?

Nope, it's somebody in the business.

- Miami.

- Okay, why would he send a threatening note to his wife?

- To throw suspicion off himself.

- Okay, what about the gorillas, that Terry Porter too?

- If I were Terry Porter, I'd hire a real gorilla.

From Detroit, maybe.

- Okay, we gotta talk to him again anyway.

- That's a good plan, how do you do, Mr. Porter,

did you hire a hit man to bump off a little woman?

- No, no, no, we ask him

about his wife's professional enemies,

that's where we find our man.

- And while he's busy (cat softly meows)

giving you a nice fat list of red herrings

to throw you off the track, I'll check out his typewriter.

- Oh, and Marcia told me it's an old model, Queen Portable.

They don't make 'em anymore.

- Hey, Rick, I offered.

- Yours tastes so much better.

(ominous music) (cat softly purring)

- Rick, there's someone in the house.

- It's probably your mother. - We don't think so.

- Oh, yeah, your hostile alien force.

(ominous music) (cat softly purring)

(door softly clicks)

(ominous music) (softly rustling)

(whimsical woodwind music)

The force is with us.

(softly whistling) (softly typing)

(loudly typing)

- You're working mighty late, Mr. Childes,

say, who are you? (ominous music)

What are you doing here? (switchblade clicks)

(shoes softly clattering)

- Well, electric. - She sure is.

Hi. - Hi, may I help you?

- I'm Rick Tucker, is Mr. Porter in?

- I'm Christy, Mr. Porter's out.

- Aw, darn.

- Hi, I'm chopped liver.

- Oh, I'm sorry, this is my associate, Mavis.

When's ol' Terry gettin' back?

- I'm not sure, perhaps I can help.

- I'll bet you can.

(lightly laughing)

Great tan.

Huh? - Oh, great, great.

- Hawaii, right? - Unh-uh, Aspen.

I just got back from my vacation.

- Oh, that's neat.

Well, I think I, I have to be excused, ladies' room.

- Aspen, huh? - Uh-huh.

- Great place. - Have you been there?

- No, but people talk about it.

(soft ominous music)

I'll bet you'd look great in a pair of water skis.

(Christy talking off mic) (ominous music)

- [Rick] On purpose, (chuckles)

you're a dangerous lady, you know that?

(ominous music)

(Rick chuckles)

(ominous music)

(camera clicks)

Yes. (camera clicks)

Roger Hewes slipped my mind, you know there's really,

(softly talking off mic) (ominous music)

(Christy lightly chuckles) Some great places up there.

The Crystal Palace, you ever been there?

(ominous music) (Rick softly chattering)

I'll bet they never even let you out of the lodge, did they?

(laughing) All those zippers

(Amanda clears throat) all over your ski outfit.

You're back! - Yeah!

Honey, don't forget your appointment at the periodontist.

- You're right!

Well, it was nice talking to you, Aspen.

- Nice talking to you, bye, Mavis.

- Huh?

Oh, (chuckles) bye.

- He wasn't lying about that, Porter was in Miami alright.

- According to the letter Amanda photographed,

Porter's business is overdue on a 1/4 million dollar note

and the bank is screaming for their money.

- So you think because Jewel Porter is loaded

that Terry wants to kill her for her money?

- Well, that is a motive, right?

I mean, detective stuff.

- Speaking of detective stuff,

I tracked down your jacket.

Jerry took it with him to the tennis club.

- Why there?

- You had a game with him.

Half an hour ago.

- Oh, when did I make a date with Jerry to play tennis?

- That night.

You know, Rick, I've got a hunch

that Porter's making it with his secretary.

Did you get anything out of her aside from her statistics?

- Yes, I did, where would we go

to get a list of Jewel Porter's professional enemies?

- The Academy Awards?

- I'll tell you where, her arch rival,

The Tribune's gossip columnist, Nathan Blye.

- Lucky that snake didn't bite her,

lucky for the snake, I mean. (laughing)

You know, I could go on all afternoon telling you names

of people who beared a grudge towards poor Jewel.

- This is the guy who knows where the bodies are buried,

right, Mr. Blye?

- Yes, but for once, I agree with her.

It's not anybody in the film industry.

No, these people have far too much to lose.

No, I should look somewhere first at the home.

- How close?

Her husband?

- There are rumors that there's trouble in paradise.

Yes, yes, but I was thinking of somebody,

more like her brilliant, ever-resourceful assistant.

- Darren Childes.

- Darren Childes, what would he have to gain?

- I happen to know that Darren Childes would love

to step into Jewel Porter's shoes, size nine.

He's already laid the groundwork.

When her ratings took a dive recently,

Darren tried talking a deal to take over her show.

But of course, the minute their ratings improved,

nobody wanted to hear from Darren Childes.

I thought he would have realized by now

that he's never going to replace Jewel Porter.

- Not as long as she's still around.

(softly chattering) (shoes softly clattering)

Now that is a motive, Darren Childes

is the guy we check out next.

- No, it sounds like sour grapes to me.

Terry Porter's the one who has two good motives,

money and your Miss Aspen there.

- Okay, so we'll check 'em both out.

But right now, I wanna find my jacket.

- Rick, what is with this jacket, huh?

I mean, I'll buy ya a new one.

- Honey, that's my lucky jacket.

I wore it the night I asked you to marry me.

- Aw, really? - Yeah.

- Which night was that?

- Uh, it was the night you said yes.

- Aw, that's really sweet. - Yeah.

- You're right, we gotta find that jacket.

Andy?

Did Jerry drop off Rick's jacket?

It's real important that we find it.

- No, I think he took it with him.

Oh, Rick, keep doing that,

can I talk to you for a minute?

- Yeah, sure.

Hey, how ya doing? - Rick,

key to Portuguese vodka is before you drink it,

you wanna take about this much olive oil,

three tablespoons of cream cheese, then you're safe.

Gotta get back to work.

(whimsical woodwind music)

- Mr. Childes isn't in, I clear everything for him.

And before I can schedule an appointment,

you'll have to state your business, or leave.

- Thank you very much, but we'll catch him tomorrow.

- How do we get by Miss Berlin Wall there, huh?

(softly typing)

- This is not going to be nice, but.

(softly typing)

(lightly chimes)

(water softly splashing) (phone ringing)

- [Receptionist] Jewel Porter Productions.

No, I already gave him your other two messages.

He obviously doesn't want to talk to you and neither do I.

(phone clatters) Oh my God!

(water loudly splashing)

(loudly thuds) Oh!

(water loudly splashing)

- Nah, it's another electric.

(cabinet doors clattering)

- Blye was right, Childes had luncheon dates

with Jewel's producers last month.

- Amanda, look what's in the closet.

- An old Queen.

(ominous music) (crickets softly chirping)

(car softly rustling) (ominous music)

- [Rick] Well, guess who's here.

(ominous music) (crickets softly chirping)

Amanda, are you coming?

(ominous music) (crickets softly chirping)

- [Amanda] I don't know, something about that car.

- Maybe it needs a tuneup.

(softly knocking on door)

Good evening, Mrs. Porter's expecting us.

(ominous music) (crickets softly chirping)

(ominous music)

(door clicks) - Andre,

what are you doing here? - Shh!

I missed you.

- Nathan Blye, that envious,

evil-minded, gossip-mongering hack?

You would take his word over mine?

- You are not answering my question.

Were you making a deal behind my back?

- I don't have to stand here and listen to this.

- Mrs. Porter, there's more.

(door slams)

(crickets softly chirping)

- They were all typed on his machine.

- Darren, I don't believe it.

(explosion loudly rumbles)

- What was that? - Mother!

- Oh my God, Darren! - Oh, no!

- That was supposed to be you.

(dramatic orchestral music) - Oh my God!

(shoes clattering)

- Hey, Rick. - Turk.

- 'Scuse me, Nick.

The night janitor, been missing two days.

Looks like he was killed somewhere else and moved here.

We found his cart in the corridor near Childes' office.

- Well, we know it wasn't Childes.

- Right, but it was somebody who knows his studio real well.

- How do you figure?

- The killer used plastic explosive

to blow up that car the other night.

- C3? - Yeah.

We traced it to the special effects department here.

He stole enough to demolish 10 cars but the thing is,

this guy only used enough for one.

He really knows his stuff.

- Knows to save enough for nine more tries.

- Yeah.

- It won't hurt him, will it?

- Nah, not at all, lady.

You put your bait it on this end,

and your raccoon comes in through here, steps on this.

(loudly clangs)

- What do you use for bait?

- Ya got any marshmallows?

- Marshmallow? - Oh, yeah,

raccoons got a real sweet tooth.

Sardines or a piece of bacon will do okay though.

- Marshmallows.

(birds softly chirping)

- What a beautiful collection.

- Oh, thanks.

- Read my future.

No, I wanna know I'm gonna live happily ever after.

- I don't really read cards, I read people, sort of.

- Well, read me.

(birds softly chirping)

- Well, that necklace.

It's not just a gift, it's very special.

- It is special.

- It was given to you by a man.

- [Dawn] Go on.

- I see a big room, with lots of people

that you've never met.

And lots of flowers.

You're very happy, but you're also very sad.

- That's incredible!

I got married in Vegas in one of those chapels.

Please don't tell my mother.

But I need to know, did I do the right thing?

- Oh, I don't know, Dawn.

Nobody can answer that.

- I couldn't find any marshmallows,

so I had to use sardines.

Oh, I made a lovely cake, would you like some?

- Oh, no thank you, I've got to be getting back.

My mother's expecting me.

(loudly clangs) - The trap.

(softly meowing)

- Poor Dickens!

Aw, here, babycake.

- I guess it'll have to be marshmallows.

(whimsical orchestral music) (birds chirping)

(papers rustling) - Got the notes here.

- Rick? - Hm?

- I think the Dawn connection is really important.

- [Rick] Yeah?

- She's very uptight about her marriage.

Maybe it's tied in somehow

with the attempts on Jewel's life.

- So, all of a sudden you're giving up on Porter

and now you go back to your intuition?

- No, no, but I think we should check the records in Vegas

and find out who Dawn married. (door clattering)

Hi. - How's it going?

- Thanks, Mom. - Ooh, I almost forgot.

Jerry brought your jacket by. - Oh!

- He thought you might want your number from the relay race.

- The relay race?

- The relay race. (chuckles)

(whimsical woodwind music)

- Is that it?

- What?

- The relay race, does that finish it?

- That's it.

(whimsical orchestral music)

I told you you were adorable.

- Hey, look at this.

- What?

- Remember that newspaper you borrowed from Porter's office?

This is a blowup of him at the convention.

Guess who else was there. (Amanda gasps)

That's his secretary.

- How could I forget?

Miss Aspen.

(ominous music)

(door clatters)

(ominous music) (people softly chattering)

- I love it. - Good.

This business with Jewel, I wish it were over and done with.

Now it's beginning to get to me.

- Why don't you just relax, honey?

I've never seen you so tense.

But I know how to take care of that.

(Christy softly gasps)

- Oh, honey. - Oh, honey.

- I love you, Christy. - I love you, too, Terry.

- Okay, buddy, come on out.

(whimsical woodwind music)

- Is it true, Dawn, you married Andre?

- That's amazing.

You really do have psychic powers, huh?

- No, just the ability to deduce

and a real resourceful secretary

checked out the records in Vegas.

- He really loves me, and my mother's so busy.

Andre is the first person who ever made me feel important.

- Have you tried telling your mother?

- I don't wanna add to her worries.

And she wouldn't accept Andre.

- Oh, I think you underestimate her.

You know, if you really love this guy--

- I do, he just needs somebody to believe in him.

He's had such a hard time since he came to this country.

- Yeah, well, I still think you should tell her.

I mean, underneath all that drive and ambition,

there's a person who really needs

and cares as much as you do.

- What makes you say that?

- Call it intuition.

We'll, I gotta get goin'.

What a lovely cat, (giggles) reminds of Dickens.

- He does, I call him Humphrey.

Here, I want you to have him. - Oh, I couldn't.

- Please, it'd make me very happy.

(light orchestral music)

- Thanks, I'll take real good care of him.

- You're way off the track, Mr. Tucker.

My wife knows all about Christy and me.

- Are you saying Jewel gave you her blessing?

- Blessing's a little strong.

- Let's call an understanding.

You see, Jewel's married to her career,

and Jewel's happy, and I'm happy.

- And I'm very happy.

- Then why all the double talk about Aspen and Miami?

- Well, that was for Jewel's sake, she didn't wanna wind up

in Nathan Blye's gossip column herself.

So you see, you're wasting your time.

- Maybe.

You still stand to inherit a fortune if Jewel dies.

- Look, Jewel has totally written me out of her will.

Everything goes to Dawn now.

- It's part of the price of freedom.

- Hey, what about here?

- Oh, no, I think Dickens likes it better on the bureau.

- No, he doesn't, Dickens doesn't even want it in the house.

(cat softly meows)

- Well, we can't figure this guy, Andre,

until we get something solid on him.

All we know for sure now is that he married her.

And he gambles.

- Well, I've got Marcia checking

with the immigration authorities.

(cat softly meows)

- Will you look at that, he's jealous.

(cat softly meows) (light orchestral music)

- So am I.

- Rick, it's the middle of the day.

(lightly laughs) Rick.

- [Rick] Mm-hm, so, we blow lunch.

(ominous music)

(loudly knocking on door)

- Hi! - Hi.

- I need to tell Mother about us.

- Not now, she has too much on her mind.

- [Dawn] Soon then, okay?

I don't wanna go on hiding like this.

- Maybe in a few days, where's Humphrey?

- I gave him to Amanda. - Amanda?

- [Dawn] Yeah, the lady detective my mother hired.

- Oh.

- Andre came to LA in 1980,

joined the Stuntman Union in '81,

does occasional stunt work.

- With wild animals, maybe snakes.

- He worked on a movie called Jungle Terror.

- Stunt work, well that could explain

how he's so familiar with the studio.

- Car repossessed twice, once in '81 and again last spring.

Several credit cards canceled due to delinquent payments.

- Guy should stay away from Vegas.

Do we have anything on him before he left Belgium?

We need something, something solid.

- There's nothing spectacular.

He went to college in Brussels,

served two years in the national service

where he trained as a demolitions expert--

- Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, that's solid.

- No, he's not like that!

He's gentle, and kind, and loving,

and he'd never do anything to hurt anybody, never!

- Dawn?

(door slams)

- Is there anything I can do to help?

- No, thank you, Amanda.

I think I must handle this myself.

I've dodged my personal responsibilities too long.

- We can find something to link Andre

with the rest of the plastic explosives, we can nail him.

- Do you think he'd still be hanging on to it?

- If he is, I hope he's got it in a nice cool place.

(ominous music)

You know, Jewel Porter turned out to be alright.

- Yeah, she gave up her family though for her career.

She and Dawn have a lot of lost ground to make up.

(light clicks)

I think they're gonna do just fine.

Here, oh, do you feel chilly? - Mm-hm, a little.

(softly humming)

(softly gasps) - Ssh!

(garbage bag thuds)

(cat softly meowing)

- Dickens, baby, what's the matter?

(cat softly purring) (ominous music)

Not another raccoon.

(ominous music)

(fire softly crackling)

(light clicks)

(ominous music)

Mother?

Mother? (light clicks)

- All of you, over there.

(Amanda and Ellen loudly gasp)

- Hey, Andre. - What are you doing here?

- I need something, the cat, where's the cat?

- Dickens? - Who's Dickens?

- Our cat. - I want Humphrey.

- Who's Humphrey?

- The ceramic cat Dawn gave you, where is it?

- The ceramic cat.

- Dickens didn't want it in the house.

- Just give me the cat and I'll leave.

- Oh, no, you won't, the C3's in the cat.

That's where you hid the rest

of the plastic explosives, right, Andre?

- Be sensible, I have no reason to hurt you

if you tell me where it is.

- The dead janitor and Darren Childes blown up

in a car is two reasons, huh?

(lightly chimes)

He plans to blow us all up tonight, right, Andre?

- He wouldn't do that, would he?

- Oh, he would, Ellen, and he will.

He's not here to eat your oatmeal cookies.

- Enough of this!

Tell me where it is now, or I start with her.

(lightly chimes)

(saucepan loudly thuds)

(loudly crashes)

(loudly grunts)

(loudly smacks) (loudly thuds)

- [Amanda] Rick, the explosives, Humphrey!

- It's by the fire, get outta the house!

- Rick! - Get outta the house!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(ominous music)

(water softly splashing) (ominous music)

(softly exhaling)

It's all right!

It's all right!

- We're okay.

But you are terrific.

(light orchestral music)

Where do you take him?

- We fly him up into the hills by helicopter,

then we let him go.

- Well, what about his family?

Maybe he has a wife and children.

- What's a little garbage, huh?

We changed our minds, you can let him go.

- I can't do that ma'am, it's against the rules.

Look, give us a call if you get any more trouble, okay?

- Alright. - Bye.

(lightly chimes)

(upbeat snare drums)

(truck engine rustling) (whimsical orchestral music)

(loudly clapping) - Yay!

(whimsical orchestral music)

(light bright orchestral music)

(Multicom Jingle)

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