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Bela's not here.

Let's leave him a calling card.

What are you do...?

This is a little reminder, Bela.

Mr. Price doesn't want any
successful field goals Sunday, Bela.

Reminder? I... I
don't need a reminder.

That's good to know, Bela.

We just wanted to know you know.

We got our eye on
you all the time, Bela.

So don't let no one know
you know us. You know?

- Sure, anything.
- Glad I made myself clear.

Remember, Bela.

Do what we tell you.

Won't you have a seat, Mrs.
King? AMANDA: Thank you, sir.

I'll come right to the point.

- Do you follow Liechtensteinian politics?
- Should I?

It happens to be the
biggest tax haven in Europe.

Millions of dollars
are sheltered there.

We're investigating a man
named John C. Crandall.

He owns the Washington
Pioneers football team...

and he may have a fortune
sheltered in Liechtenstein.

Recently he's been
seen with an Ernst Lazlo...

who has also been linked with
several political assassinations.

Oh, okay. Uh,
Liechtenstein... Steen?

Stein? Liechtenstein? Football,
Crandall, assassinations.

The only complication,
of course, is Bela Pravik.

Who's Bela Pravik?

Bela is the new kicker on the Pioneers
football team. He's from Liechtenstein.

He's the one that told us about
Crandall's meetings with Lazlo.

Hmm.

If Lazlo knew that Bela had seen
him, Bela would be instantly killed.

If he's in danger,
why doesn't he leave?

- And break training?
- My mistake.

While the players
are in training...

they're not allowed to
leave or place a phone call.

If Bela were to leave, Crandall
would know something was up, see?

So Bela stays put.

Meanwhile, we have a man
on the inside investigating.

- Lee.
- Lee.

- Lee used to play football, you know?
- Where?

Oh, at many of the universities
he was thrown out of.

Ah. Sir?

Hmm?

I'm sure there's
probably some reason...

that you're giving
me all this information.

With the training camp rules
being so tightly enforced...

it's nearly impossible for
Lee to communicate with us.

So we want you to
pose as a sports reporter.

Hang around the camp, let Lee slip
you whatever information he has...

and report back to us.

- Like an undercover operative.
- Like a messenger.

Excuse me.

Sir, do you think Lee will be
okay? Those guys play pretty rough.

Ha, ha. Amanda,
Lee's an ex-jock.

This is like a fantasy
coming true for him.

Lee's having a ball.

Hit the showers.

Hey, Newcombe, let
me give you a hand.

Watch my shoulders,
not my knees, boy.

It's the knees that go
first. How many operations?

Oh, a couple.

You take care of yourself
before you grow old on all fours.

Hey, Newcombe, are
you sure it was football...

and not hopscotch you
played up there in the Yukon?

I think we got a ballet
dancer at strong safety, Bobby.

Of course, I wouldn't worry
about him making the cut.

Think you can hang, Pretty Boy?

That strong safety doesn't
like to hit, does he, Frank?

He don't like to stick
them with his face.

I always tell, "Stick
them with the face."

Ah, a man who doesn't stick them
with the face is not a man in my opinion.

I only want men playing
on my football team.

I understand
totally, Mr. Crandall.

I reward my boys for taking
their punishment like men.

Don't I, Frank, huh? Ha, ha.
No punishment, no reward.

Winning philosophy,
Mr. Crandall.

Take this jersey, would you?

Hi.

Hello. Heh.

- I'm looking for S...
- Pravik.

- Bela. I kick the ball.
- Oh, yes, yes, Bela.

- You've heard of me.
- Oh, yes, I've... Yes, of course.

Uh, do you like,
uh, the bowling?

I beg your pardon?

Um, the... The bowling.
Uh, knock down pins?

Perhaps we can have date.

First, uh, pizza and
then the bowling.

- No?
- Uh, no.

Are... Are you girlfriend of a player?
In such case, I withdraw my request.

Oh, no, no. Uh, I'm a reporter
for the Washington Blaze...

and I'm here to do
a story on the team.

Heh, America, what a country.

Woman of elegance writing
newspaper articles about football.

In Liechtenstein,
where I come from...

woman make, uh, pastries,
uh, babies, and... And trouble.

So perhaps tonight, uh, we can
eat pizza and knock down pins?

- Oh, well, I'd love to, but I...
- Excuse me.

I... I will be going now.

Uh, perhaps we can meet again. I
have vintage Rod Stewart records.

Uh...

Well, lookie here,
a lady reporter.

Hell, I thought she
was the new tight end.

Heh, hello.

I was hoping to get an
interview with Sandy Newcombe.

Bum knees.

That's his life story.

Now, if you want a real exclusive
interview with an all-pro tackle...

then you've come
to the right place.

My editor wants a sidebar piece
about how the Canadian football league...

differs from the NFL...

They don't hit real good up
there. That's the difference.

Oh. Ha, ha.

Come on, Bobby,
let's grab a shower.

You want to join us and soak up
some real, authentic atmosphere?

No, thank you,
I've had my shower.

Okay.

Hey, cupcake.

Uh, hello, Mr., uh, Newcombe.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to do an interview
with Sandy Newcombe...

for the Washington Blaze.

Oh, God. I asked Billy
to send me a messenger.

- I assumed that he was going to send...
- Anybody but me.

Yeah. Ow.

Oh, here, let me at least help
you with those shoulder pads.

- No, no, no, I can handle it.
- Come on, just let me...

I am perfectly able to
take off my shoulder pads.

Thank you.

- Ooh, you're in pain, aren't you?
- No, I'm not.

I feel fine, perfectly
fine. Thank you.

I think I'll take off my shoes.

Do you have anything you want me to
take back to the agency? Any information?

Sir?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Someone hit Bela's room last
night trashed it, and threatened him.

I'm gonna take a look around tonight,
see what I can dig up on Crandall.

He set up an office
here in training camp.

So you think there's more to
this Lazlo-Crandall connection?

The prime minister of Liechtenstein
is due here in three days.

He has vowed to
change the tax laws there.

Crandall and a lot of people stand
to gain a lot if that man were dead.

An assassination?

Come on, Amanda, we're
talking megabucks here.

I mean, starting a little
coup is nothing to these guys.

Hey, Newcombe.

If you spend more time hitting
and less time with the ladies...

you might make the team.

Uh, coach, this is... This is
Amanda King of the Blaze.

She's a reporter.

- She's, uh, wanting to interview me.
- Hello, coach.

Pleasure, ma'am but, uh, we're
trying to run a training camp here.

Newcombe, can you still walk?

Walk? Oh, coach,
you just watch this.

See? Good as new.

Good. Now hit the showers.

Yeah, coach. I will.

Mr. Crandall, Bela is one of
the few people in the country...

who could recognize me.

You knew Bela was on the team.
Why didn't you say something before?

I did not know he
was on the team.

You will forgive
me, Mr. Crandall...

when I say I have things on my
mind other than American football.

Do you really think that
he could recognize you?

Mr. Crandall, I am a fairly
famous man in my part of the world.

Ah, I guess so, what with
all the generals and princes...

and such that you've blown away.

Rumored to have blown away.

I have never been
convicted, Mr. Crandall.

What the hell do you
propose we do about Bela?

- Kill him.
- Oh.

You have the same
solution for every problem.

I cannot work under
these circumstances.

There is a man here
who can recognize me.

All right, Lazlo, just simmer down.
You can't back out of this job now.

The prime minister will be here in
two days and I want this job done.

And it will be done.

If you allow me to take care
of one other little job first.

Now, Lazlo, I can't permit you to do
that. He's the only place kicker I've got.

Mr. Crandall...

you and your friends, you have nearly
a billion dollars tied up in Liechtenstein.

I daresay, if this coup comes off,
you can buy a brand new kicker.

The others who joined you in
hiring me want nothing to go wrong.

Am I correct?

Now, what is your decision?

It's gotta look
like an accident.

And you've gotta
assure me of that.

Well, that shouldn't
be too difficult.

Football is, after all, a
very violent sport. Is it not?

Bed check.

Coach, give us a break.

Look at that. Look at
that. That ain't so bad, sir.

Hmm. Hmm?

You're slowing down, Phil.

I got my man, Mr. Crandall.

Your man was playing
with a broken ankle.

Heh, I can still play
this game, Mr. C.

Phil, you know I'm fond of you.

I've always been fond of you.

I was fond of you when you
were an overweight rookie.

Yeah, I was fond of you...

when you, uh, got messed
up with liquor in '75...

and drugs in '76...

and when the league wanted
to throw you to the wolves in '77.

I'm still fond of you, boy.

I appreciate that, Mr. C.

Well, of course you do...

because you know that loyalty to
friends is one of my finest qualities.

Just as I know that your
zest for violence and abuse...

brings out the
best in you. Ha, ha.

Thank you, sir.

You know I'd do anything
for you and the Pioneers.

I never doubted it.

You remember when
you split Schultz's skull...

for refusing to sign
a new contract?

I knew from then on that you
were a team player all the way.

- And I'd do it again.
- Yeah. You will. Hmm.

Uh...

Phil, this is, uh, Coach Lazlo.

Uh, we brought him in special
to help us with some plays.

Hi there, Coach Lazlo.

- Uh, what league were you in?
- None of your business.

Uh, now, Phil, Coach Lazlo
and I have worked out a nuance...

for our kicking play for Sunday's
opener against Philadelphia.

It's, uh... It's 34 Red B, with
just one small pattern change.

Here, take a look-see.

Uh, I'm pulling. I
don't pull on field goals.

Philly's defense will be over
the top. Bela would get creamed.

- You sure?
- Absolutely.

The guy's got no protection.

Oh, that's nice.

Because in the ensuing pileup,
Bela Pravik's carotid artery...

will be pinched, and in
ten seconds he'll be dead.

In a funny way, that's far
simpler than our usual play.

But what player on the team
would do something like that?

You.

You are team captain.

Using a technique which I have
perfected and will later demonstrate...

it is possible to stop
the flow of blood...

and produce instantaneous death.

Makes just plain old tackle seem
like the Dark Ages, doesn't it, Phil?

But, Mr. C., what if...?

Uh-uh, no what-ifs, Phil. Bela has
a lot to learn about sportsmanship.

He's trying to harm us.

Now, we can't permit
him to do that, can we?

You know, Phil...

it's a mighty cold world
out there for ex-players...

with bad hands and
damn wits and no future.

Of course, uh, when you're washed
up, you'll still have a place in the world.

You'll be assistant coach to
Frank, a good job, good salary...

and a reason to go on living.

- But what if they...?
- Oh, think positively, Phil.

Remember, when life hands
you a lemon, make lemonade.

If you do it right, it'll look like
just another football accident.

And the fans will love it.

Were you to cross us...

I would have to
slit your throat.

God, this game's gotten tough.

Good night, Phil.

Bed check.

Newcombe.

It's time that hotshot
learned some team discipline.

Are you out here?

Of course I'm here.

- You got anything for me?
- Yeah.

- Get this film to the agency.
- What's on it?

- It's a football play.
- A football play?

Tell Billy to run it through
cryptology and find something.

What for if it's
just a football play?

There's something that's...

I don't know, it just bothers
me, so just do it, okay?

Okay.

After all, what do I know?
I'm just an assistant agent.

Apprentice agent.

Purist. Is there
anything else I can do?

Newcombe. Newcombe,
I'm looking for you.

- Yeah, this.
- Oh!

Excuse me, Mr. Newcombe.

I hope you, uh, got all
you came for, Mrs. King.

Interview-wise, that is.

- Enjoy your work, do you?
- Yes. Very much.

Thank you so much. I
have a deadline to meet.

Hmm.

What was that all
about, Newcombe?

Ah, just a good
rapport with the press.

I promised her an
in-depth interview earlier.

At 11:00 pm.

Yeah, well, she, um... She
got rear-ended by a truck.

Good night.

Okay, tight, tight.
Bill's on Mr. Crandall.

That looks like
fun, give me a shot.

- Are you sure you can curl a hundred?
- Sure, let a manly man do this.

- Okay, that's three.
- That's one.

- Four.
- That's two.

- That's enough, I'm getting a beer.
- A b...?

- Ah, hello, Mrs. King.
- Oh, hello, Mr...?

- Newcombe. Yeah.
- Newcombe.

- Hello.
- Did you make your deadline?

Uh, no, as a... As a
matter of fact, I didn't.

I... I still have a little
more research to do.

Mm-hm.

- What did Billy say about the play?
- Code people couldn't identify it.

It's probably just another play.

There is something wrong
with that play, I just feel it.

I went through the entire
playbook. I couldn't find it anywhere.

Billy wants to know if Bela
said anything about Lazlo.

- He stopped talking about anything.
- He did?

Yeah, I'm sort of surprised.

- We were getting to be friends.
- Really?

Yeah. He probably sensed
my athletic background...

- figured I was someone he could talk to.
- Mm-hm.

- Yeah, I'm serious.
- I know.

Spies are jocks too,
you know. Come on.

Hey, I do tougher stuff
than this every day.

Hmm.

Is that the one that
broke curfew, Frank?

That's him, sir.

Caught him necking
with that reporter.

Sandy Newcombe. Fifteenth
round draft choice from Canada.

That's right,
doesn't like to hit.

Cut him, and do it just
before the game on Sunday.

Hey, Newcombe, you better
save yourself for Sunday's game.

- Now, we're counting on you.
- All right, you got it, coach.

Hi, Sandy. I've
been looking for you.

Yeah?

Could you help
freshen my pom-pom?

Oh, wait a minute,
let... Let me.

They don't look too bad.

All better now.

- Save yourself for Sunday.
- Yeah.

- Hello.
- Oh.

Hi, Bela. I didn't see you.

It is because I'm short.
It occurs frequently.

Oh, well, you don't have to be
very tall to kick the football, do you?

- And you certainly do that well.
- Thank you.

Uh, many short
men are pleasing...

like Napoleon and Mickey
Rooney and Dudley Moore...

but a lot of American
women like their men tall.

Oh, no, no, not
me. I like all men.

I mean, well, I don't like all
men. I don't know all men, I mean.

But I probably don't even know
20 percent of the men in the...

How do you like, uh, America?

I love it every day,
more and more.

- And my English is getting better, no?
- Mm-hm.

And soon I'm speaking like
famous actor Lionel Baltimore.

- Absolutely.
- You're full of tact, Mrs. King.

Thank you.

What's the matter?

Um, I must go.

Bela. Bela, are you here? Bela.

Bela, where are you?

Bela.

- What are you doing?
- I'm resting.

Crowds make me nervous.

Crowds, or those two suspicious-looking
guys who were watching you?

Suspicious-looking...? What
suspicious-looking guys?

Oh, come on, you know the ones.

- Do you notice them too?
- Yes, I notice them. I'm a reporter.

I'm trained to notice suspicious
people, odd behavior, bad tailoring...

Please, Mrs. King, do
not notice anything else.

It's not safe for me
if you keep noticing.

Maybe you could look
another way a little bit more.

If you're in trouble...

all you have to do is just tell
someone, and they'll help you.

Please, I am very nervous.

I can't think, and I can't be
seen... I can't be seen talking to you.

Now, I want this team in shape.

Another interview, Mrs. King?

For the Sunday supplement.

I... I'm embarrassed.
I'm... I'm leaving.

Edit any way we can. Ha, ha.

- Where were you?
- There you are.

Under the stands with Bela.

He's afraid of something. I
think it has to do with those guys...

- with the plaid sports coats.
- Hey, look at that.

Hey, Bela.

- What are you doing?
- Come back here.

Hey, the party's over here.

Go for it, Bela.

Oh, my gosh.

Amanda. Get to Billy. Tell
him we've spotted Lazlo...

- but Lazlo may have spotted Bela.
- Right.

- What are you gonna do?
- Find Bela.

- Bela. Are you all right?
- Yes, all right.

Uh, I fell in bushes.
Please, burn rubber?

No, I don't want the
D.C. police on this.

You pull every man you can get your
hands on and send them here, to me.

Yes, I know it's Saturday night.

I have a calendar in my
office, thank you very much.

I don't know, he's not at his
apartment, no one has seen him.

- How far could he have gotten on foot?
- I went over the grounds.

- For two cents, I'd pull Crandall in.
- For what?

Even if you prove he's met
with Lazlo, it's not a crime.

You're gonna start throwing
technicalities at me...

You will never know just how
inappropriate your beep was.

I can imagine.

The poor guy.

Lazlo went after Bela and Bela ran.
Get on the phone to our man at Dulles...

have him watch out for Lazlo
in case he tries to get out.

I wouldn't bet on it. I think
he wants to finish the job.

I spent two hours at the
hairdresser this afternoon.

Not to mention the manicure.

Could have had yourself bronzed.

Maybe he stole a car.

Maybe he got a
ride with someone.

A ride? With whom?

Liechtenstein's prime minister
is due in Washington on the 23rd.

He's the target.
Everything points to it.

Lazlo's afraid that Bela
will blow the whistle.

- He goes after...
- We have to get Bela.

- Thirty-eight-forty-seven.
- Hello, this is Amanda King.

We're a little busy
at the moment.

- I have Bela.
- She's got Bela.

Amanda, where are you?

Um, I'm at the corner of
Hoover and Northwest Jay Street.

Uh, I would have called you sooner
except he was awfully scared...

and I just now talked him
into letting me call at all.

- Were you followed?
- I wasn't followed.

I know how to get rid of a tail.

All right, all right.
Now, where is Bela?

He's right here
where I can see him...

being driven away in a
car by those two bad men.

Amanda? Amanda.

Amanda? Amanda,
are you there? Amanda.

What?

Lee?

The following tape is the
property of the agency...

and may not be used
without authorization.

All right, all right.

Automobile Surveillance
Refresher Tape.

- In the course of his duties...
- Her.

The agent may be called upon
to conduct the surveillance...

of a suspect from
a moving vehicle.

The following basic
principles apply.

One: Always keep the
subject vehicle in view.

Roger.

Two: keep one neutral vehicle
between you and the subject vehicle...

- whenever feasible.
- Not feasible.

Three: Maintain
a constant speed.

This is no time for
colorful driving skills.

Four: Anticipate traffic
congestion and obstructions...

before you encounter them.

This, of course,
includes traffic signals.

Don't call attention to
yourself by running a red light.

Oops.

Successful surveillance of a
subject vehicle is a priority status...

suspended only by
emergency situations...

or agents' personal discretion.

It's more complicated
than my income tax form.

Now, at last, you
reach your destination.

Congratulations.

Keep the subject in sight...

and mentally review
detainment procedure.

Do not, of course, leave your car
without a weapon and proper backup.

Now you tell me.

Keep in contact at all
times with your superior.

Yeah?

That concludes Automobile
Surveillance Refresher Tape part one.

Great.

- They got him. I'm glad you're here.
- Well, why wouldn't I be here?

I was told to be here, only the person
who told me to be here wasn't here.

I'm here, aren't I? I was
listening to the cassette.

I was trying to remember
everything in the training manual.

Look, it only makes sense
that if I'm baking a cake...

and someone sticks his finger
and I wanna find out who it is...

I keep my eye on the cake. Even
though I pretend I'm not looking...

- I never take my eye off the cake...
- Amanda.

- And that's exactly what I was doing...
- Amanda.

- Amanda.
- Yes?

Who has him?

The men that I told you about
in the plaid sports jackets.

- You lost them, right?
- No, I didn't.

- Where are they?
- They were in a real seedy-looking...

kind of a bar and a grill.

What's its name?

Well...

You know how sometimes
when you look at a neon sign...

- and some of the letters are out...
- The address?

I was so busy listening to the
cassette and trying to remember...

- You didn't get the address.
- You could say that.

- Oh, Amanda.
- Well, I could take you there.

- That's a good idea.
- Good idea. Yeah, yeah.

- Any trouble?
- No.

Tail?

If you can call it that.

- Then we can expect company.
- Hmm.

Bring them up to me
when they show up.

What's doing, kid?

Uh, I'm being protected by
United States government.

Some protection.

All right, if I'm not out in
five minutes, you call Billy.

Lee, are you sure you
should go in there alone?

I mean, it could get dangerous.

Amanda, please.

I'm a professional, remember? I
think I know a little bit about this.

Hand it over, or
you're dog food.

I'm listening.

Okay, I'm gonna take
a real chance here.

I'm willing to bet that
you are the kind of guy...

who is ready to get out of something
before he gets in over his head.

- What?
- I trust you know what I mean...

when I say Liechtenstein?

What is this, a quiz
show? Somebody hit him.

Wait, wait, hold, hold.

All right. Liechtenstein
doesn't ring a bell.

Okay, I am Sandy Newcombe,
I play football for the Pioneers.

This is Amanda King.
She's a reporter for the Blaze.

And I'm the pope.

The night before the final practice,
the ball kicker winds up in her car...

and you show up
here with a heater.

- Is somebody gonna hit him or not?
- No, wait a minute.

We are actually agents of
the United States government...

and at this very moment, this entire
building is being surrounded by...

great big guns and tanks.

She's good, the bimbo. Terrific.

Honey, you ever want to come
work for me, I'll make room for you.

You're working for
Greco, aren't you?

He's gonna be broke
by Sunday night.

Hey, Marty, will you write up Rosenfeld
for, uh, 75 hundred at three and a half?

Rosenfeld? Yeah.

Okay, it's a deal.

Amanda, it's... It's no use. All
right, I'm gonna level with you.

We're down on the
Pioneers for a bundle.

All we wanted to do was make sure
that nothing was gonna happen to Bela.

- Just what I thought.
- Heh, well, you sure have us pegged.

So we'll just be on our
way. Come on, Amanda.

All right, hold it.

Let's be reasonable.
We're all businessmen here.

I let you go, you switch your
action. Maybe even call the Feds.

Suddenly the spread goes haywire
and I'm into nickels and dimes.

We are the Feds.

- She's priceless, I love her.
- All right.

What are you going to do?

I'm gonna offer you my
hospitality till after the game.

And don't worry about Bela.
We'll deliver him safe and sound.

All Bela's got to do for me is
miss a couple of field goals.

I've got to protect
my investors.

Well, I'm sorry.
We just can't stay.

Hit him.

Coach Lazlo.

Shut up, you moron.

- Where is he, Crandall?
- I don't know, I don't know.

I've checked every place I can
think of, every bowling alley in town.

Well, if he doesn't show up
for final practice tomorrow...

we can assume he's
gone to the authorities.

He will be here. Will you
stop with those damn nuts?

Lazlo, all that
boy's got is football.

Now, I'm sure that you scared him when
you were chasing him around out there...

but why would he go shooting
his mouth off for no good reason...

and blow a career?

Well, we'll know
tomorrow, won't we?

And if he does show up...

then we'll take care
of him during practice.

I cannot afford to wait
for Sunday's game.

Well, if we do it
during practice...

uh, I'll have to switch Phil
to defense for that play. Uh...

Uh, I guess, uh, it can be done.

Just send me in,
coach. I'm ready.

Oh, good, Brunasky.

I'll sleep so much
better just knowing that.

- Psst. Amanda.
- Mother.

Amanda.

Oh.

- I must have dozed off.
- Yeah, ha, ha. The whole night.

I can't believe I spent the night
in a bookie joint in a straitjacket.

My mother will never believe it.

Ha, ha. Amanda, believe
me, we have worse problems...

than your mother thinking
you were shacked up.

I wasn't shacked up.

- We've got to get out of here.
- Hmm.

If they deliver Bela to that field,
Lazlo will have another shot at him.

No, no, no, not on the last practice.
There'll be too many people there.

Well, the way to
Lazlo is through Bela.

Now, Price delivers Bela to the
stadium into the hands of Crandall.

But there are people around.

And he'll have to
account for Bela...

so he puts him in
the practice game.

I've always thought that short
men shouldn't play football.

It's too dangerous.

No, no, no, kickers
don't get tackled.

Oh, yes they are.

Don't you remember in the Superbowl?
It was, uh, about two years ago?

Do you remember the kicker? He was
gonna pass it instead for the time maker?

- They creamed him.
- Unless it's a busted play.

He could get
blocked, and then...

The play.

The play, Amanda, the play.

- What play?
- The one in Crandall's office.

Billy ran it through the computer,
it's just a regular football play.

Of course, yes, that's all
it is, an old football play.

The guard is pulling.

The left guard, left tackle...

and safety will run
right through the hole.

- Heh, why didn't I see it?
- See what?

They're gonna kill Bela
right there on the field.

One, two, three, two.
One, two, three, three.

One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, five.

One, two, three, six.

Good morning.

Yeah, Mr. Crandall likes it
when we stick them with the face.

Hey. We're federal agents.

Uh, you've got to help us. Uh...

Look, we have got to stop
this Liechtensteinian assassin...

and, you see, we're
running out of time, and...

All right, all right.

Hey.

Pravik, where have you been?
- I, uh...

Detective Sergeant
Prescott, 23rd precinct.

Your boy here got
rowdy last night.

Spent the night in
hospitality of the city.

We made sure he got a
good night's sleep though.

I don't feel so good.
Maybe it's mistake to play.

Oh, you're playing,
all right, you little creep.

Get on that bench, slime.

I love that team spirit.

You're driving like a maniac.

We have got to get there
before they run a field-goal play.

I used to have this driving
instructor, Barney... Barney's...

Barney's Driving
Instructing School...

and he used to say that the cardinal rule
of the highway was: Haste makes waste.

Gee, uh, Bela, I guess we'll be
running that field goal play any time now.

- Yeah.
- How's the neck doing?

- What? FRANK: Okay,
kicking team on the field.

That's you, shrimp.

Men, I want to see
some hitting out there.

Good, clean, vicious hitting.

Mr. Crandall wants to try
you on defense this play.

Uh, play 34 Red B.

Okay, wonky. Come on! - Aah!

Move it, shorty.

All right.

Call the agency again. Make sure Billy
is on his way with the artillery, huh?

Right.

Thirty-four Red B.

Hut one, hut two, hut three.

Lazlo. Hold it!

There's Lazlo. Get him.

- You're pretty good with that camera.
- Thank you.

I minored in
photojournalism in college.

I always knew it would
come in handy someday.

Hey, Billy. Nice to see you.

You're having my most
profound ingratitude.

Sure, sure. No problem.

We're picking up
Price and his men now.

- You won't have to worry about them.
- Thank you very much.

You know, it makes absolutely
no sense to me at all...

how grown men can
do this to each other.

Oh, come on, it was great.

I don't know when I've
ever had so much fun.

You know, those
guys aren't all that big.

This game is made for me.

I really think I... I
could play big league.

Whoa!

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I, uh, brought you a gift.

Oh, well, thank you,
I needed a football.

Oh. "To a heck of a good reporter.
Best wishes, Sandy Newcombe."

It's a souvenir of our case.

I'm out celebrating the end of
my illustrious football career.

- Ha, ha.
- Thank you.

Cheers. DOTTY: Amanda?

Uh, yes, Mother.

Well, my headache
mask is leaking...

and my sinuses are killing me.

Oh, having a little
party, are you, dear?

You know, Amanda,
sometimes you puzzle me.

- I mean this only in the most loving way.
- Hmm.

But last night, you didn't
get home until morning.

Then, dear, you do get
these rather odd phone calls...

after which you go
rushing out of the house.

I mean, I'm sure it
is perfectly innocent.

- It is, Mother.
- Bless you.

Ah, it's just that I
get jittery because I...

I'm thinking about
my Uncle Iggy.

- Uncle Iggy? DOTTY: He was
a brush salesman in Topeka.

One day, they found out
that he had joined a cult.

He was becoming a wizard.

Amanda, you're not Uncle Iggy.

Imagine, you,
leading a double life.

Imagine, you.

I mean, that is a silly thought.

Amanda?