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We'll check the other side of the street.

What's the story?

This guy's walking by the trash heap,

sees the box.

Likes the workmanship, he wants to take it,

but it's too heavy.

Then he sees the liquid coming out of the bottom,

notices that putrid smell.

Calls us, we pry it open, this is what we find.

No I.D. on her.

Good-looking lady.

Formerly.

What's this guy's name?

Ed Peterson.

Mr. Peterson,

I'm detective Simone,

this is detective sipowicz.

This is the most unbelievable thing

that's ever happened to me.

Tell us about it.

I... I don't know what to say.

I have no connection to the box.

You were just walking by?

I was a passerby, yeah.

I saw the box, I admired it.

I thought I could use it for storage or make shelves, you know?

Sure. Uh... who knows?

It seemed like free game, being by the trash.

I wasn't stealing I didn't think.

Nobody said that.

I was picking it up, and, uh,

I noted this liquid oozing out.

My instinct was foul play, and I reported it.

You live in the neighborhood?

I work at this piano rental store down the block.

I swear that's all I know.

Ok, don't get so worked up.

There's, uh, 2 guys with Diane we should talk to.

Thanks.

Now I wish I never saw that damn box.

Clyde Jones, Marco arnez.

Tell them what you told me.

We work at this building. Monday's trash day.

Last week someone put that box out there for dumping.

That's a nice box. Good wood.

And it's made really good.

So we took it to the basement, figured we'd get it later.

And did you?

We came back the end of the week,

but you can't believe how heavy the thing was.

Stunk, too. We just put it back out for trash.

That was... last Friday.

It's been sitting out there ever since.

You didn't wonder why it stunk?

Not really.

Thanks for cooperating.

Which one was gonna get the box,

between the two of you?

I guess eventually that would've been a bone of contention.

Woman strangled and bludgeoned,

boarded-up in this homemade box.

No less than 10 people wanted to make off with that thing,

the handiwork made such an impression.

Took a week for anybody to report it.

No I.D.?

She's got these nice designer clothes on,

and all the labels were from good will, so we're gonna go over there

and see if we can get her name off some of the receipts.

You checked with missing persons?

Yeah. Nobody fits her description.

Hey, Andy, I thought of a fitting name for your case.

Fox in a box.

Catchy.

Diane.

You've got an investigate-aided at bellevue:

6-year-old boy, seriously injured.

Ok.

You up to it?

Sure. I just... Need a minute.

Ok.

Ok.

Morning.

Morning. What do we got?

Ricky Powell, dispatcher.

Caught one in the chest.

These guys were witnesses.

They're drivers working the shift.

That look like the perp got hit?

Ah, good possibility.

Morning.

How you doin'?

I'm buggin' out, you know?

Can you tell us what happened here?

Um, man, business is slow.

Ricky's taking a turn at pinball,

and this puerto rican dude comes in.

He's all pissed off, shouting and everything.

Yeah, and drunk. Stinking drunk.

Yeah, and he's talking about how he wants a car,

so Ricky says, "give me a minute," you know?

"I'm finishing my game."

Yeah, he was only on his first ball.

Yeah, he didn't want to waste it.

But the dude's insisting, so finally he gotta give it up.

And then Ricky told the puerto rican dude,

"you gotta show me the money before I give you the car."

And that's when my man pulls out the gun.

I saw that, I hit the deck.

Yeah, we... We got into the booth,

covered ourselves, you know?

All of a sudden, blau! Blau!

Dude shoots Ricky.

Then we come out.

Ricky's dead, and we can't help him.

Can you, uh, describe the shooter any more?

Maybe 30. Short hair. He had a blue flannel shirt.

And an earring. You know, one of them black-and-white symbols.

What? Yin-Yang?

Yeah, that.

Any chance Ricky pulled a gun, too. Shot at this guy?

Nah. Ricky's mama wouldn't let him have no gun.

I called her, told her.

You should've left that to us.

She gonna have a real bad time, man,

'cause Ricky still lived with her.

I don't think he was ever planning on moving either.

Ok. We may be back in touch.

Hey. Yeah?

Maybe the blood trail is Ricky's.

You know, tried to follow the guy out

before coming back and keeling over.

Maybe.

Miller.

Yeah.

Notify crime scene.

Get these 2 guys outta here and get their information.

Ok. Will do.

Excuse me, sweetie.

I have to talk to a detective.

Detective Simone.

Hey.

I'm Tim Jones.

I need to report my dearest friend in the whole world missing.

Have a seat.

Her name is, uh, Wendy shatzi.

She's a pure angel,

and I think something horrible has happened to her.

What makes you think that?

She's on a very regular schedule.

Start of the week, she takes care of her elderly invalid mother here in New York.

On wednesdays, she goes to Florida, takes care of her elderly invalid aunt.

Comes back Saturday. Same every week.

And there's been a change in those patterns?

I've heard nothing for a week. We talk every day.

Could she have stayed in Florida

a little bit longer than usual this time?

She calls from Florida.

We talk every day.

Well, the thing is, Tim,

we can't take missing-person reports

from people who aren't family members.

Ohh, dear.

Where's Wendy buy her clothes?

How's that apply?

It's just a question.

She's a thrift shopper.

Secondhand, you know?

Like the goodwill?

Yeah.

Tim, would you be willing to take a look at a picture for us?

Of what?

We're, uh, working on a case right now of an unidentified woman.

Dead?

Yeah, she was found dead.

Oh, it's Wendy, I know it.

Could you take a look at this photo?

Oh, no, it's too terrible.

It's gonna be her, I know.

Tim, it would really help us...

No, I can't, I can't. It's gonna be her, I know it.

Take a look at the photo, Tim.

Just look at the picture.

Oh, damn it.

Is that Wendy?

Why did you make me look at it?

I told you it was gonna be her.

Any ideas who'd do something like that to her?

You bet I do.

Her brother.

Her beady-eyed brother Willy.

Thank you.

Wendy and him fought all the time.

About what?

Money.

Wendy's rich.

She has a trust fund,

plus what she made as an actress.

She's an incredible actress.

What does this Willy do for a living?

Tim.

Nothing.

So you think he'd be willing to pitch in caring for the mother,

but, no, he's no help.

He just spends from the trust and does squat with his life.

Did he and Wendy have a recent flare-up?

Aunt frieda in Florida...

Last week she gives the man who does her hair an original Picasso sketch.

As a token of appreciation, you know?

Only it's a family treasure.

In her right mind, she'd never part with it.

So the hairdresser calls Wendy and tells her.

Thank god he's honest. He gives it back.

My point is, frieda's losing her wits.

So Wendy calls her and talks to her about it very frankly.

And god love the old girl, she says to Wendy,

"I better put you in charge, otherwise I might give away the whole store."

She was gonna give Wendy power of attorney.

And the first thing she was gonna do was cut Willy off.

You know where he lives?

With the invalid mother.

2 floors up from Wendy.

I know he did this to her!

Ok, Tim.

You want a glass of water?

No.

I just need a minute to reassemble myself.

Excuse me. You have a 6-year-old boy here?

I'm Dr. Shane.

Detective Russell.

The boy's name is Josh Walker.

We just pronounced him 10 minutes ago.

What happened?

Broke his neck in a fall.

I could be wrong, but it looks like there's a history of abuse there.

Ohh. Sexual?

No. M.E.'D be able to tell you better,

but I think it's worth looking into.

Are the parents here?

Linda Walker's the mother.

Stepdad's here, too.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

I'm detective Russell.

I need to talk to you and your wife about Josh's death.

He, uh...

He tumbled down the stairs.

Back of our building.

He, uh, hit his head flat on the pavement.

He was a klutzy kid.

Did you see it, Linda?

What?

Josh falling.

No, I was inside.

I saw it.

It was a helluva fall.

You were there with Josh.

Yeah. I was trying to get him to go outside.

The kid needs fresh air every once in a while.

Was he going willingly?

Well, he don't do nothin' willingly.

He was moanin' and groanin' it was cold.

That's when he stumbled, and he took the dive.

What's your name, sir?

Gary Walker. I'm her husband.

Mr. Walker, I'm gonna have to ask you and your wife to come down

to the station house, talk some more about this.

I can't do it. I'm already losing enough time as it is just being here.

Josh is dead. You can miss work.

I'm losing hours, too.

Don't take a tone with me.

Gary, your wife's been through a tragedy here.

Yeah. Me, too.

Why don't we go ahead?

You want a minute with your son, Linda?

Yes. Please.

Do you like this fruit Tim?

He was quick pointing to the brother.

You wonder what's in Wendy's will for him.

Mmm.

Yes. William shatzi?

I'm detective Simone, this is detective sipowicz. Can we come in, please?

No.

My mother's ill.

Would you take the chain off the door so we can talk to you, please?

Ok.

We're looking into the whereabouts of your sister Wendy.

She's in Florida.

We heard she was supposed to be back last week.

No, she's looking after my aunt in Florida.

I just spoke with her this morning.

Well, we'd really like to talk to you some more, Mr. Shatzi.

Can we come in and sit down?

No.

Mm-hmm.

Then we're gonna have to take you down to the station house.

All right.

You don't need anybody to sit with your mom?

Oh, she's asleep.

Hey, Jill.

Yeah?

A guy matching your perp's description

came into bellevue with a bullet wound.

A rico Perez.

Maybe he's a grounder.

Who's this?

Brother of our doa.

Claims he spoke with her this morning.

We're gonna try get a search warrant for his apartment.

He wouldn't let us in.

Ok. Hard to believe he lives in New York.

More like he should be in a painting, right?

The guy with the pitchfork and his wife.

Have a seat.

Oh. Ok.

Can I have a coke?

In a few minutes.

There's bad news, Willy.

What's that?

Your sister Wendy is dead.

Dead? No. She's in Florida.

Aw, jiminy.

What do you know about her being in this box?

Nothing.

You said you spoke to her just this morning.

Yeah. I, uh, must have been mistaken.

How long has she been missing, Willy?

Well, it's hard to say.

She goes to Florida so much.

I figure, she's not here, she must be there.

You know, she's an actress,

and her schedule is very haphazard.

I'd like a moment to myself.

Yeah, sure. We'll step out for a minute.

Thank you.

We'll have someone come in and bring you a soda.

Be right with you.

What's this?

Parents of a kid who died in a fall.

You went on it alone?

To bellevue. Wasn't exactly dangerous.

No. Just saying.

I go to the bathroom by myself, too, Bobby.

Linda, why don't you come with me.

What am I doing?

Just sit tight.

I don't think so.

Gary, you sit and wait,

or I'll have one of these guys put you in a room.

Your choice.

Unbelievable.

Come on.

What kind of Hitlers you got working here?

In here.

Why can't Gary come? I don't mind.

I gotta talk to you separately.

It's standard procedure.

Here you go.

I didn't say so at the hospital, Linda.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thanks.

So, what's your work?

Bartender.

I can't stay much longer, though.

Doesn't look right...

Being pregnant and serving booze.

This is Gary's baby?

Yeah.

Do you believe what he said, Linda,

that Josh fell down those stairs?

Sure.

Or do you think he might have hit him

and knocked him down the steps?

He is a hitter.

I wasn't a witness, but..

Your scenario wouldn't surprise me.

So he'd hit Josh before.

Oh, yeah.

And you, too?

I've been hit all my life.

I don't have a victimy thing about it.

But I gotta say,

Josh wasn't no bundle of joy.

No, huh?

Cried all the time.

Woke us up crying about monsters in his nightmares.

Wiped his boogers on the sofa.

He just couldn't be right.

School kids never liked him.

Neither did the teacher.

He was just...

Like, a misfit.

Did you hit Josh, too?

No.

And you gotta understand, Gary didn't mean anything.

He'd be rough with Josh,

but Josh... Didn't seem to learn.

Plus he'd make up for it... Buy him a toy the next day,

something like that.

I'm gonna ask you again, Linda.

Did you see Josh go down the stairs?

No.

Did Gary tell you he pushed him?

No...

But he lies.

Ok. I'm gonna talk to him.

Why don't I get you a ride home.

How's James doing, anyway?

Oh, his back's in bad shape, I guess.

First bed.

He and Gina doing bed rest together?

Yeah. Wondering who's gonna crack up first.

Rico Perez?

What do you want?

Detective medavoy and kirkendall.

We heard you got shot.

Uh-huh, right in my hip.

How'd it happen?

Some buddy of mine.

It was an accident. I ain't charging him.

Charging's what we do, rico.

What's your friend's name?

I don't know.

Are you intoxicated?

Look, I ain't talking to you no more, ok?

I know it just puts you in jail.

Why would we arrest you for getting shot?

Ha ha. You'd come up with something.

Were you at Avenue car service this morning, rico?

No.

'Cause you match the description of a guy

who pulled a shooting there.

Wasn't me.

The dispatcher was killed.

Now, if you had a part in that,

you wanna say so up front.

No. No, uh-uh.

I know how you trick people into saying stuff,

and then you lock them up.

I ain't taking any chances.

Where's the gun that goes with this holster?

Is that the gun you got shot with?

What's the doc say?

They admitting this guy?

No. Treated and released.

Bring him into the house after he's done.

See ya, rico.

Uh, one of your colleagues brought in a ginger ale.

I asked for a coke.

Yeah. In a minute.

You got some explaining to do, Willy.

Yes?

Some detectives talked to the people in your building,

asked about your comings and goings and so forth.

So?

So Mel Arnold, your doorman,

he says you left the building last Monday

hauling a big wooden box on a Dolly.

You rolled it right through the lobby.

No, that's not true.

We got 3 other tenants in the building

saying the same thing.

Well, that's very mysterious,

but it isn't so.

Willy, we know about the money.

Money?

The trust fund you been sponging off.

We know that your sister Wendy

was gonna put a stop to that.

Wendy wouldn't have that authority.

Are you telling me when we search your place,

we're not gonna see signs of a struggle

between you and your sister...

Evidence that you killed her,

then boxed her up and got rid of her?

Detective sipowicz,

that's quite a tale.

You're the one dreamed it up.

No. This is a great misunderstanding.

You're a gem.

Look, while you guys are sorting out this mess,

may I please have a sandwich...

And my drink?

Uh, we need the room for a lineup.

Sure.

Willy could use some time in the cage.

Get up.

What?

Hey.

Come on, get inside.

Are... are you going to get my drink?

You're gonna see 6 guys, Roger,

but they won't be able to see you.

Uh-huh.

If you recognize anyone,

say which number and where you know him from, ok?

Ok. Got it.

Uh, disregard the cage creature.

I see him. Number 2.

That's the dude that shot Ricky.

This was at Avenue car service this morning?

Mm-hmm, that's right.

He still looks drunk, too.

Hold number 2.

Did Anthony pick him out, too?

Uh, we got what we need, Roger.

Yeah. Got that guy.

Mrs. Shatzi?

I'm soiled!

I'm soiled!

Ma'am?

Ok, ma'am. Ok.

I'll call e.M.S.

We're police detectives, ma'am.

Where's Wendy?

She changes me.

Wendy's not here.

Still not here.

15th squad...

When did you see her last?

Oh, I don't know.

My memory's bad.

Has Willy been caring for you?

No. Blanca cares for me till Wendy gets back.

But Wendy hasn't been back.

Mrs. Shatzi, I have to ask you something that's important.

I want you to think really hard.

Have you heard or seen anything unusual in the apartment

the past week or so?

I don't think so...

But I sleep a lot.

Have you noticed that Willy has been mad at Wendy recently?

He's always mad. They have sibling rivalry.

Did he ever get so mad that he was violent?

Willy's had a hard time.

Wendy's more adapted.

What do you mean, "a hard time"?

Wendy was just a baby, so she hardly remembers,

but Willy...

Witnessed his dear little brother's death.

To this day, he's still...

Finding his way back.

I need a bath.

Yes, ma'am.

We've got someone coming on the way

that's gonna take care of you.

Have a seat, Gary.

I think I'd like to get out of here sometime this year.

Have a seat.

Can I see that?

Yeah.

You're the boss.

So, uh, let's talk about you and Josh

out on the stairs of your building.

He slipped and fell.

How many times I gotta say it?

Yeah, I know that's what you were going with, Gary,

but we got a dead kid here.

Yeah.

So we gotta get serious.

I know how frustrating a 6-year-old can be,

and, as Linda tells it,

Josh was kind of a handful.

He wasn't frustrating me.

Maybe you two were playing around on the stairs...

Sparring, something like that?

No.

'Cause somehow, you ended up punching him in the face.

I'm just trying to see how that happened.

I didn't punch him.

That's the inside of Josh's skin from his forehead.

You see that Mark...

The diamond shape, the "x" through it?

That remind you of anything?

Hmm?

Look, I didn't mean to hurt him.

Yeah, I believe that.

And that takes it down from murder to manslaughter.

I took Josh outside.

I told him, amuse yourself a little while

so Linda and I could get some time together.

He starts crying. He-he's cold.

He... he wouldn't obey me.

I did get frustrated. I...

I gave him a shove.

The ring, Gary.

The Mark on his head.

All right.

I gave him a smack, a punch.

I couldn't believe how he went flying.

Write down what you told me

and show your sorrow about losing Josh.

That'll be the best angle for you.

I can't go to jail.

If I go to jail, my life is over.

How'd it go at your guy's apartment?

First thing we find's an 80-year-old woman in dirty diapers.

No food anywhere,

just some sodas in the fridge.

That's how this guy takes care of his mom.

You send someone to tend to her?

E.m.s. Took her in.

And the search?

Came up with enough to know that this is our guy.

Been lying like a son of a bitch.

That's gonna stop.

The sandwich was very good.

We're sure glad.

But they gave me a Pepsi.

I think I made myself duly clear twice

what kind of soda I wanted.

We've been at your apartment, Willy.

We found your mother helpless in bed.

Yeah. She's very ill.

But you don't see fit to take care of her.

My sister Wendy does that.

Well, Wendy's dead. We've established that.

Yeah.

Let's run down the list of things

that we found at your place that we consider relevant, shall we?

Number one... splattered blood around the bottom of your door.

Strange.

Number 2...

Lumber, a hammer, saw.

Carpentry's a hobby.

A day calendar on your desk.

Shall we read it aloud?

Here.

Wednesday...

"This is it. Make a decision."

Thursday...

"Buy nails and Dolly."

Friday... you got nothing on Friday.

I guess you were busy all day building that box.

I didn't make a box.

Saturday... "Mission complete."

Monday... "Garbage pickup, 8:15."

Do I need to go on here?

This is not my calendar.

Oh, no? Maybe it's your mother's.

Has she also got an interest in carpentry?

Someone must be setting me up.

We found everything at your place

except for that t-shirt you had made up...

"I killed my sister."

Nonsense.

Willy, you're caught!

How can you sit there and deny this?

I simply didn't do it.

May I have my refreshment now?

You are not leaving here

until you tell the truth, Willy.

Do you understand?

Now, we three will sit here all night if we got to,

until you say what you did with Wendy.

You go ahead and have a seat.

Can I offer you something to drink?

Uh, let me get to the point why we're here.

Sure.

We understand you have a puerto rican man in custody

for my nephew's death.

That's right. He was identified by 2 men as having shot Ricky.

He didn't.

What makes you say that?

The man who shot Ricky has confessed to Darlene.

He came to her asking forgiveness.

We don't want to say who it is.

It's just that you got the wrong man here.

This puerto rican shouldn't go to jail for this shooting.

We're gonna need more of an explanation than that.

I don't want trouble.

Mrs. Powell, you giving us information on the homicide

without backing it up,

you might as well not have come in here at all.

We can't let someone go just because you say to.

But I've forgiven who killed my boy.

Can't that be enough?

No. I'm... I'm sorry. It can't.

Well, I personally believe he should be punished.

Who are we talking about?

Jeb Taylor.

Ricky's best friend since diapers.

He went to that car service,

got into some sort of struggle,

shot the puerto rican and Ricky, too.

But on accident!

'Cause he was meaning to protect Ricky.

We're gonna have to hear that from Jeb.

Where do we find him?

First baptist church,

on ninth.

Ok.

You were right to come in.

What have we done?

Did you bring the coke?

You are wearing on our Patience, Willy.

What are you gonna do, beat me?

I wasn't saying that, but don't think I won't.

What's that?

The machine was out of regular.

What do you say, Willy, time for me to take off my coat?

The machine was out of regular? Huh?

What, are you kiddin' me?!

What the hell's that?

I didn't say diet!

I didn't say Pepsi or ginger ale.

How many times do I gotta ask for a plain old Coca-Cola?

Please!

If we give you one, will you confess?

Would you give me a liter?

What?

Would you give me a liter?

Yeah, we might be able to do that.

You give me 2 liters,

I'll tell you about another murder.

Thanks for coming back, Linda.

Did Gary confess?

Mm-hmm. He's writing it up.

You got honesty out of him.

That's no easy thing.

There was a Mark on Josh's forehead

the coroner found.

It matched Gary's school ring exactly.

He hit Josh with it?

Mm-hmm.

If you'll testify to Gary's past behavior,

that'll really help prosecuting him.

He's so proud of that ring.

But you want to know the truth?

Gary never went to college.

He ordered that thing in a catalog.

So are you willing to talk to a D.A. about Gary's hitting?

Yeah, I guess I will.

Ok, then.

Can we talk about something personal, Linda?

Yeah.

Do you like kids?

Yeah, sure.

You were happy getting pregnant again?

Well... Gary wanted it.

But Gary's going to jail.

And we're divorcing, anyway.

I've had it with him.

So what about this baby coming?

I guess it's...

Mine to deal with.

I don't want one of them late abortions.

You gotta go into labor just to get the thing.

You know,

not everyone's cut out to raise kids.

Saying I'm not a fit mother?

No.

When I had Josh...

I thought nature would...

Make me into a warm, loving

mom type.

But they gave him to me...

I'm holding him for the first time.

Nothing.

So...

Maybe this baby should go to someone

who does feel warm like you wanted to.

Stays with me,

I'll probably find a new loser to move in, and...

He'll beat this one, too.

I can make you an appointment with an agency.

You must think bad of me.

I just want to figure how you and the baby can be happiest.

Adoption.

Adoption is what you're saying.

Yeah.

That's probably the thing.

I'll make the call.

Detective.

Try not to think bad of me.

Look,

we don't need no police involved.

I've made peace with Ricky's people.

Over shooting Ricky?

They have forgiven me.

You, you're the outsiders.

Why don't you just step out and leave us alone?

Because our job is finding out how Ricky died, Jeb.

So why don't you explain the circumstances to us?

All I planned was to come over

and say hello to my brother.

But I stepped into a situation

I needed the good lord to help me figure out.

Uh-huh.

There was a Spanish man.

He was holding a gun over my brother Ricky.

God told me I had to interfere.

So what did you do, Jeb?

I wrestled the gun away,

but trying to hit the Spanish man,

I mistakenly hit my brother Ricky.

My best friend.

Fear took ahold of me.

I'm... I'm sorry to say I fled.

I'm sorry I was weak at that moment.

Ok.

I have confessed this unto my lord,

and he, in his goodness,

have granted me mercy.

Well, uh, we need you to write this down, Jeb.

Ricky's being watched over.

I'm sure he is.

I've found peace.

Write it down now.

"Trash is picked up at 8:15 sharp Monday morning.

I had my box there at 8:05."

In 10 minutes somebody had to come by

and ruin the perfect crime.

"Saturday I knew she was flying in at 2:40.

"I figure she's home by 4:00.

"I wait by the door with my hammer,

"mentally prepared.

"4:13, I hear the elevator.

"Key's in the door.

"She's in.

Wham."

I thought one good blow would do the trick...

She kept wriggling around on the floor.

Hmm.

"So, I finish it with a good strangle."

That was the end of Wendy.

"Box her up...

"Nail her...

Shut."

Good-bye, Wendy.

Good-bye, meddling, nagging Wendy.

Bossy Wendy.

Highfalutin...

Stuck up,

shrieky, shrilly...

Wendy.

Adieu.

Ah.

Now, uh,

about my brother drowning.

Brigantine beach...

Oh.

1968.

Oh...

Hey.

Look at you.

I'm going to a play at Kyle's school.

Oh. You'll be the best-looking mom there.

I've kind of got an interest in one of the dads.

By the way, Diane,

um, I know why you were sick earlier.

Yeah?

Forgive me being forward,

but I can spot a pregnant woman a mile away.

It's that obvious?

Oh, I doubt the guys are onto you.

Um...

Alls I'm saying is, uh...

You need any advice,

I'm right here.

Thanks, Jill, 'cause i'm, uh...

Scared to death.

Yeah, I know.

Could you keep it quiet for now?

Sure.

And I'm real glad for you both.

Thanks.

Good luck to Kyle.

Oh, thanks.

You, uh, feeling better?

Yeah.

This wacko Willy...

Turns out that killing his sister wasn't his first murder.

During some family vacation at the beach, uh,

Willy takes his little brother

way out for a swim.

Once the little kid gets so, uh, tired

that he can't go no more...

Pushes him under.

Hmm. That's love.

Yeah, huh?

Ahem. I, uh...

I let Jill know.

That's ok with me.

She said she could tell.

Want to buy a crib this weekend?

Yeah. And one of those, uh, dangling things?

Mobile.

That's it.

That's an idea.