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Tonight on "hunter."

-Did you bust a guy named frank lassiter a couple years ago?

One of those Aryan legion creeps?

-Lassiter?

Yeah, he's doing life in fenwick.

-Not anymore, he isn't.

-Ah.

Love la.

-I still got contacts out there.

Let me hit the streets and see what I can...

-You don't seem to get it, do you Andy?

You don't seem to leave well enough alone.

-Now when a good cop offers you help,

you damn well better take it!

-But you're not a cop anymore, Andy!

I have an idea he's up to something awfully big.

-Get the money!

-Freeze!

Police!

-Looking good.

Real good, frank.

-What's today?

A special occasion?

Isn't every day?

-Well, celebrate out in the yard with everyone else.

Come on.

-Hey, no congregating.

-What'd you say, boy?

-You heard me, sikes.

-Why don't you chill out, Washington?

The brothers here, they're just trying

to take up a little collection, send you on a vacation.

-Oh yeah?

Where am I going, lassiter?

-To hell.

And don't worry, you'll enjoy it.

I been there.

Only I come back.

We have a downed guard.

We have a downed guard now.

Line up against the fence.

This is your last warning.

Everybody line up against the fence.

-You want to tell me why, frank?

-What can I tell you, warden?

-Move him.

-Some people love a parade.

I love an arraignment.

-Get that slime out of here.

-Did she get the flowers?

-What's this about flowers?

-This creep.

He sent Washington's widow a dozen dead roses.

-Ugh!

-How you feeling, buddy?

Let's go!

-Ah.

Love la.

-Can I help you, sir?

-Oh uh, I want to see sergeant McCall.

-Well, she's not at her desk.

Can I take a message?

-Oh no, that's all right.

Uh, those booking forms were a lot simpler in my day.

Andy polanski.

I'm a friend of Dee Dee's.

We met a few years ago at...

-Oh yeah!

At a retirement party.

-Yeah!

That's it.

- How you doing? - Fine.

Hey Andy!

-Dee Dee!

Here's looking at you, kid.

-Oh!

-How long you in town for?

-Uh well actually, I'm here to stay.

-What do you mean to stay?

What about your, your daughter up in Seattle?

Those terrific grandkids?

-Well, they're still terrific.

But actually, I got a job offer I couldn't refuse.

Get this.

Head of security for some classy computer

firm out in the valley.

That's not too bad for a retired street cop.

-I think that's great!

Check it out, there's still hope for us.

-Apparently so.

-Uh, could we have lunch?

We got a lot of catching up to do.

-Yeah, sure.

Go ahead.

-Thanks.

-Thank you.

-See you, Andy.

-Hunter!

Did you bust a guy named frank lassiter a couple years ago?

One of those Aryan legion creeps?

-Lassiter?

Yeah, he's doing life in fenwick.

-Not any more he isn't.

I tell you, the guy was so big...

-McCall!

-I ended up calling him sir.

-Hate to spoil your reunion, but we

got a bad one over on hope street.

- What's going on? - We got a homicide.

Come on.

I'll explain it to you on the way.

-Andy...

-I know the drill.

We'll get together later.

-Well, uh, where can I find you?

-Oh, I took a place in west Hollywood.

I'll leave the address and phone number on your desk.

-Ok.

So good to see you.

You're still my old blind bear, you know.

You're awfully quiet today.

-I'm just thinking about Andy.

I'm very surprised to see him down here.

You know, in his letters he said his life in Seattle

was so terrific.

-Maybe he couldn't pass up a good job opportunity.

-Yeah, I guess so.

-Hey, what was that thing you uh, you called him?

Uh, the old brown bear?

What was that?

No, no.

Not the old brown bear, the old blind bear.

Oh!

It, it's a long story.

Uh, uh, see back after I graduated from the academy,

Andy was my to.

And I thought, this guy's just an over the hill cop, you know.

Turns out he really taught me the streets.

Anyway, one day we're sitting there and he says to me,

he says, "you have to think of me as the old blind bear.

I am all alone in the woods with nothing but my foul breath

to keep me comfort.

I am too mean to die.

I'm too old to care.

But show some concern, 'cause I'm still the bear."

-And was he?

Oh yeah!

Guy's the best street cop I ever knew.

Present company excluded, of course.

-Yes.

Glad you qualified that.

-Thank you.

Hunter, all I could get from these witness

inside the building were just vague descriptions.

Not one of them remembers seeing a tattoo on anybody.

-Sure.

They covered them up.

This thing was absolutely brutal.

-Yeah.

Well executed.

That's lassiter's style, all right.

Great.

Now we got a sociopath with a brain.

-William 56, go.

-What's the situation down there, hunter?

-A lot of automatic weapon fire, Charlie.

Two dead.

Very well planned out.

-Well, I guess that puts the killing of the guard

into perspective, doesn't it?

-It sure does.

I'm headed out to the state penitentiary,

see what I can find out.

-Look I'll uh, I'll have our intelligence people

do a rundown on all the aryans that

are still left on the streets.

-Yeah, that's a real good idea.

Also, lassiter's got a real crazy brother

at joliet state penitentiary.

Why don't you contact the prison officials

and see what they can dig out of him?

I'll check it out.

-Out.

-No, it's my fault.

I should've known that Washington's murder was

a set up for lassiter's escape.

-Well, it looked like just another racial killing.

You can't blame yourself.

Uh, you got to understand.

Lassiter and his boys have assaulted black guards before.

-But lassiter's never actually done the dirty work himself,

has he?

No, and that should've been the tip off.

-Have you talked to his boys yet?

-Oh please.

It's like talking to cement.

I mean, if I put them all in a rack, none of them

would open up.

The fact is, wherever he is... inside or out...

Lassiter still runs the legion.

And he runs it with an iron fist.

-I know.

I put him in here.

-Well, I don't have to tell you.

You're dealing with a lunatic.

-Then I don't have to tell you guys

how tough it's gonna be to put him back in here.

-We checked on frank lassiter's brother at joliet.

He was paroled last month, but he jumped parole two days ago.

-Probably on his way out here to see his brother.

And he's certifiable.

-Yo!

Company!

-Uhn!

-Ugh!

Ah!

-You!

Drove straight through, man!

48 hours without a single break!

-Except for a little entertainment on the way,

right?

-Uh, picked them up at a little curio

shop outside of Albuquerque.

The blond's for you!

The other one's for me!

We're gonna have...

-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Settle down, settle down.

Business.

Business first.

Ah!

-Look at you, frank!

You look great!

You look great!

-I look lousy.

A little fun like a $5 million score would help me.

-$5 million?

I can't believe that!

Where'd a deal like this come from?

-Someone just dropped it in my lap.

Captain, I want you to meet my little brother,

-you as crazy as frank says?

-Crazier.

-So, so I round the corner and what do I see?

There you are hanging on to the perp's belt

while he's trying to climb a chain link fence!

And your little feet are dangling

six inches off the ground!

Do you realize how funny you looked?

Did you ever tell hunter about that one?

-No.

And you better not either!

-Oh, we had some great times.

Oh, yeah.

-So this hunter's a pretty good partner though, huh?

He's very good.

Hey, tell me about this new job you've got,

Mr. Chief of security.

-Oh, it's no big thing.

I just uh, I sit around telling a bunch of stuffed shirts

how to guard their computer secrets.

But you know, I'd give it all up for just one more

year in harness chasing the bad guys.

Well, tell me about this case that you

and hunter got yesterday.

-Two deputy sheriffs were gunned down uh, transferring a convict

over to court for an arraignment.

-Frank lassiter.

I read about it.

You come up with anything?

-Not yet.

-You know, I busted a few of those white supremacist

racists a few years ago.

I still got all my old files.

I bet you I could come up with something.

-It's really not necessary.

-Well, I just thought I could help.

-Oh, uh well, thank you, Andy.

I appreciate it.

It's, well it's just, it's my job now, you know?

-Yeah.

-Speaking of, I'm late for a briefing session.

I gotta go.

I'll talk to you later, ok?

Bye.

-According to our latest intelligence,

there are 21 aryans on the streets of California.

Most of them prefer San Francisco.

These nine losers are ours.

Now you've all been given a packet containing

their photographs, rap sheets, and information

of their last whereabouts.

We're to find them, bring them in for questioning.

Captain?

-Look, these guys are extremely dangerous and armed

to the teeth.

If you run into them, make sure you have plenty of backup.

-Any questions?

Good luck.

Lou?

We're dealing with white supremacists here.

Don't forget to duck.

-Just another case, hunter.

No problem.

-Sorry I'm late.

-Don't tell me.

The brown bear, right?

Blind bear.

-Listen, I got a, uh, address on frank lassiter's ex-wife Rita.

It's a long shot.

Check it out, see what happens.

-Will do.

-Look uh, sergeant McCall, I haven't seen frank

in more than seven years and I really don't want to.

-Can you prove that?

-Why should I have to?

I have a whole new life now.

I have a good job, a decent place to live.

-You were married to the guy.

-And I'm still paying for it.

I met that animal when I was 17.

I was nothing but a runaway working

the streets with no one who gave a damn.

Along comes frank.

He gives me lot of love and I thought I had it made.

He also gave me this.

It's 'cause he didn't like the Christmas present I got him.

-I'm sorry.

-You don't know what sorry is, lady.

-If you do hear from him, would you give me a call?

-I own a gun now.

If that man walks through that door, I'll blow his head off.

Then I'll call you, yeah.

-I tell you, Mr. Thomas, this little baby is a special one.

It comes with my personal guarantee.

Dennis, there's a call for you.

Line two.

-Excuse me.

I tell you what.

Your kid has any problems with this car,

I'll come over to the house, I'll fix it myself.

Sweeney.

-Dennis, a cop was here asking about frank and Rudy.

-This cop didn't ask about me, did he?

-No.

No, but I'm worried.

-Rita, relax.

In a few days, you, lover boy, all of us are gonna be rich.

-The armored car leaves the office about 12 noon.

Figure approximately 25 minutes to reach the interstate bank.

Now that's on 12th street.

Takes about five minutes to load the money.

-$5 million!

I love it, I love it, I love it!

-May I go on?

-Who's stopping you?

-Now masters will ride at the inside man.

When you boys stop the car, he'll take out the other guard

and then open the doors.

-When we gonna meet this masters guy?

-He's here.

-I just wanna give him a big $5 million kiss.

-Sorry I'm late.

-What the hell is going on?

What do you mean, Rudy?

-What do you mean what do I mean?

Look at him!

-Didn't you tell him, bass?

Huh?

I, I, couldn't resist.

-Hey, I don't think this is funny!

-Hey, neither do I, boy.

-Cool it!

-I ain't working with a spade!

-You watch your mouth!

-Hey boy, I cut a dozen of you guys up in the joint.

Let's make it a baker's dozen.

-Rudy!

Aah!

-Rudy!

Aah! What?

-Rudy!

I want to talk to you!

Come over here.

Now listen to me.

Look Rudy, Rudy.

I want you to listen to me.

Now I want you to take a look.

A real close look.

You see that boy over there?

He ain't black.

He's green.

-He's green, Rudy.

$5 million worth of green.

Do you understand?

Do you?

Good.

Ok.

Now why don't you go outside?

Come on.

Cool it.

Relax.

Take a little target practice.

Look uh, masters, I, I'm sorry about that.

-You know, your brother needs help.

-Don't say that about him.

He's my brother.

And he's worth more than $5 million to me.

You got it?

-Yeah.

-Good.

Now why don't we just continue talking about getting rich?

-Hunter.

-Hey.

-Prison records show that Rita didn't visit

lassiter when he was up in fenwick.

I left a copy of it over on your desk.

-You think she's straight?

-I don't know.

All I know is she's got a good sales job, good references,

she pays her rent on time.

Neighbors say they see her every once in a while

with a guy in uh, his 30s, good looking.

-Yeah?

Tattoos on him?

-Uh, no.

-That for me?

-No, it's not for you.

It's for Andy. It's a housewarming gift.

-Oh yeah, you should buy me one of those.

I, I'd like to have one of those.

-I did buy you one of these.

You let it die!

-Die?

Oh right.

-Now what's wrong with Andy being a security guard?

It's a very reputable job.

-Uh, that's not the point!

-What is?

-The man has always been straight with me.

He always has.

And this time it just doesn't add up.

He's always telling me how great his life is up there

with his daughter and his grandkids.

Why would he leave all of that to come down here?

-You better talk to him about it.

Dee Dee!

Hi, Andy.

Hey Andy.

What are you doing here?

-Hey, I'm the boss.

I took the day off.

Listen, I was going through my files

and I ran across a perp who used to run with the aryans.

-Who's that?

-The punk's name is Dennis sweeney.

When he isn't doing armed robbery, he's selling cars.

That's his picture.

-Does he have any tattoos?

-I don't remember him having any.

-Well, these guys like tattoos, Andy.

-Well, if it was up to me, I'd check it out.

-We've got an awful lot of things to check out.

-Well, couldn't hurt.

-Yeah.

Well, I'll just put it on the pile of stuff to look at.

'Scuse me.

-Andy, could we get together later?

-Oh yeah, sure.

I got some things to do.

I'll give you a call.

-No wait!

Are you telling me that with all the detectives we have

on this case, nobody's come up with anything?

That's right, captain.

-That doesn't make any sense!

-Knowing lassiter the way I do, I

have an idea he's up to something awfully big.

-Ugh, that's all we need.

-I may have a lead.

I couldn't resist checking in on that information on sweeney.

-Who is sweeney?

-Andy polanski, a retired police officer friend

of McCall's, tipped us to the guy.

-Apparently sweeney was up in San Quentin for about 11 years,

and that's at exactly the same time

that frank lassiter was there.

-Yeah, but that doesn't put sweeney in the legion.

-Well no, that's true.

But uh, San Francisco pd intelligence

says that they've got a new wrinkle on this, guys.

They call them sleepers.

Apparently they recruit them in prison,

but they don't tattoo them.

That way they use them on the outside.

-I think we ought to talk to this guy sweeney.

-Good.

He's at best deal used cars in the valley.

How you doing, Dennis?

Remember me?

-Polanski.

And here I was thinking you were dead.

Say uh, you interested in that sleek baby?

Blue.

Used to be your favorite color.

-Still is.

What I'm interested in is something a lot uglier.

Frank lassiter.

-Never heard of him.

-Don't lie to me.

Ugh!

Oh!

-I shoulda had him!

-Give me the gun, Andy!

-I'm sorry, guys.

I know the guy was wrong.

He just didn't think that we were taking him seriously!

-And that gives the guy the right

to come out of retirement?

What's this guy want me to do?

Give him a reward?

-Well, what do you want to do?

Lock him up?

-The guy blew our only lead!

-And it's a lead we wouldn't have

if it hadn't have been for him!

-Would you two back off just a second?

Yeah.

-We don't know that sweeney would

have ever led us to lassiter, do we?

-We do now.

That was ballistics.

The bullets from sweeney's gun match two of the slugs that

were in one of the murdered deputy's bodies.

Look, there's no point in keeping polanski here.

Send him home.

-Thanks, Charlie.

Andy, we have to talk.

-Sure, kiddo.

I'm really sorry about what happened.

It was a dumb move.

-There's an understatement for you.

Well, let me make it up to you.

I still got contacts out there.

Let me hit the streets and see what I can...

You don't seem to get it, do you, Andy?

You don't seem to leave well enough alone.

-Now you listen, hunter!

I was working the streets when you were still in knee pants.

Now when a good cop offers you help,

you damn well better take it!

-But you're not a cop anymore, Andy!

You're a security guard.

-I saw you going to work last night.

Andy!

Andy, what's going on with you?

-Nothing!

-Nothing?

Come on, there has to be.

That's why you came down to la.

Isn't it?

Come on, let's talk.

I'm your friend.

Let's go talk.

-When I retired and moved to Seattle,

I thought it'd be great.

I'd be with my daughter and her kids.

They're really good kids.

-But in your letters you said that you

were having a terrific time.

-Yeah.

I said a lot of things.

Dee Dee, my daughter didn't want me there.

-What?

What do you mean?

I can't believe that.

-Oh, it's true.

Look, I don't blame her.

She just never was able to forgive me.

-Andy, forgive you for what?

-I don't have to tell you what a cop's personal life is like.

The, the job destroys you.

First it cost me my marriage, then

my kids when my wife moved to Seattle.

I, I tried to keep in touch.

I really did.

You know how it is.

My daughter hardly knew me.

-So why did you go back initially?

-I thought I could make it up to her.

Make it right with us.

Have you got any idea what it's like to live with people

that you hope will love you and, and you realize

that you, you're just being tolerated?

I always felt alone up there.

So I came back.

I was never alone here.

I had the force.

I had other cops.

I had you.

-Andy, you still have me.

-Yeah.

I know that.

Well, I gotta go to work.

-You gonna be all right?

-Yeah, I'll be fine.

Still the old blind bear, right?

-Yeah.

-I want to thank you ray, for you being flexible.

It's really no problem.

-Come in.

-You wanted to see me, chief?

Hey, ray.

-Masters, Ray's gonna take over your spot on car five.

I want you to move into car three.

-But chief, i'm senior on that run.

-I know.

But I need your experience in car three.

-But chief!

Listen, I...

-Look, I don't want to argue about it.

It's the way it's gonna be, ok?

Sorry, gene.

-Hey!

Hey, take it easy!

Take it easy!

Take my wallet, ok?

Don't hurt me, ok?

-Andy?

Andy?

Andy!

-It's been a long time, buddy.

-Wow!

Well you, you scared me, Andy!

-What are you doing here?

I thought, I thought, I thought you were in Seattle.

I thought you retired, Andy.

-Well, I was.

I just need some information on some of your clients.

-I don't have any more clients.

I left that business a long time ago.

My hand started shaking a little bit, you know what I'm saying?

And those bums!

They didn't trust me to paint them anymore.

But they're wrong.

Hands don't shake that much, right?

Am I right?

-You are still a great artist, buddy.

I need some help.

-You want me to give you a, a, a tattoo?

-No, no.

I want you to help me locate frank lassiter.

-What are you?

Crazy, Andy?

You don't mess with those people!

-It's not for me.

It's for a friend.

Lassiter and his pals are planning something big

and I gotta know what's going on.

-I'm out of touch with those people now, Andy.

I, I don't see them anymore.

-Give it a try.

For old times sake, huh?

Just hold on!

Now frank, will you just listen to me?

Now we are gonna have to take down car number three!

-Oh yeah?

How much?

-About a mil and a half.

If you hit it at the end of the run.

-Not good enough, Murdoch.

That's chump change.

-Well frank, that is the best we can do.

That's second best!

And that's not good enough for me!

There's gotta be another way!

Hey, Mr. Armored car man, why don't you

and I have a little talk?

-There you go.

Have a nice night.

-Hey le!

-Hi ray!

-How's the kid working out, Larry?

-He works real hard.

Thanks for sending him over.

-Carton of kings.

-Uh kings, huh?

Le, check the stockroom.

See if you can find a carton of kings.

-Sure.

Ray, I wish you'd stop smoking.

-He's got a point.

-Everybody shut up and turn around!

-Uh, uh.

Don't, don't get excited.

Just take what you want.

Thanks!

Oh man!

You run a lousy business.

There's less than $200 here.

-You better have more money in the till next time.

-Oh uh, too bad there ain't gonna be a next time.

-Hi Lou.

You sure the boy saw the tattoo?

-Mm hmm.

The kid studies German in school.

It said "weiss macht."

It means white power.

-It's pronounced weiss macht.

-Yeah, whatever.

Listen, um, go easy with the kid.

One of the victims was a guy named Austin.

He um, brought the kid and his family here from Vietnam.

-Hello son.

I'm sergeant hunter.

What's your name?

-Le.

-Le?

Listen, I know this may not be the time to ask you,

but do you think you might be able to help us out?

Look at some photographs?

Thank you.

If you recognize any of these men, just speak up.

-It's him.

-Yeah?

This is... he shot ray!

Yes.

-You're sure about that?

Yes!

-Thank you le, very much.

Now this officer's gonna help you get home, ok?

Thank you.

-I mean, this doesn't make sense.

These guys, they don't do this for a couple hundred bucks.

-They sure don't, Lou.

Hey, I did a backgrounder on Dennis sweeney.

Seems he's from Texas.

I'm having him checked out.

-Fine.

-How's Andy doing?

-I don't really want to talk about it.

Don't you ever go home?

-Yeah?

-Yeah, it's me, Andy.

Hi.

Listen, I talked to some of my old clients

and they haven't seen anything of lassiter's people.

-You sure?

-Yeah.

But I'll tell you something.

I learned something I never knew before.

Remember a guy named Dennis sweeney?

I think you busted him once.

Right.

That's the guy.

You know who his half-sister was?

Lassiter's ex-wife.

-Oh uh, did you get an address on her?

-Yeah.

I do have an address.

Yeah, in sylmar.

It's 24321 angel heights.

-Thanks, pal.

-Homicide.

Sergeant McCall's desk.

Sergeant hunter speaking.

Hello?

Hello?

-Hunter.

That backgrounder from Texas on Dennis sweeney came in.

The only family to speak of is a half-sister, Rita.

-Oh Leslie, very nice work!

Thank you very much.

-Hold it right there!

-Well, you just never give up.

Do you, old man?

-We're gonna keep this real simple.

You're gonna tell me where frank lassiter is or...

-Dennis?

What's going on here?

-Go back in the house, lady!

Don't!

-Oh!

-Oh my god!

-Polanski!

Dennis?

Dennis?

-He gave me no choice.

-Shut up!

Oh Dennis, please no.

-Turn around!

Oh Dennis, please.

-You're under arrest.

-Thanks for bailing me out.

-You ok?

-Yeah.

Good way to end a career, isn't it?

-Andy, you had a terrific career.

It ended three years ago.

-Yeah, yeah.

-Andy.

-You think it's easy?

One day you're out working the streets, commanding respect.

The next day you're just out there.

-Andy, I understand that.

But you've got to let it go now.

-Wait'll you see what it's like.

Walking down figueroa, you spot some guy that's dirty

and you can't do anything about it!

Now that hurts.

-Andy, why don't you go back up to Seattle?

Look, you got family up there.

Why don't you try to make it work?

-Yeah.

I guess you're right.

I gotta go.

-Andy.

-Dee Dee, don't end up like me.

-I've spent three hours with Rita lassiter.

She swears she doesn't know where frank is.

Well, we cannot hold her.

Look, get somebody on her.

-Charlie, what's gonna happen with Andy polanski?

-Well, I, I don't think the da's gonna be too hard on him.

-I'm very sorry about Andy.

- I'm sor too. - About a lot of things.

What are you doing?

You guys said it's been running rough lately.

Just pumping the fuel pump a little bit.

Should be fine now.

-Man, can't help thinking about ray.

-Me too.

Feel weird going out like this.

Yeah.

Let's roll.

-Hunter!

Here's that paperwork on the convenience store shooting you

wanted.

-Oh yeah, right.

Say, how's that boy doing?

-Mm, ok.

Nail those pigs I'm sure he'll feel a whole lot better.

-Yeah.

Thanks.

-Hey McCall, I got a big time lead.

Let's go.

-Let me uh, let me call Andy.

I'm worried about him.

-The victim at the convenience store

was an armored car driver.

Forget about Andy.

Let's move it!

We got a job to do.

-Yeah, how are you?

Ok.

See you next time.

-Who took ray Austin's place on the route?

-I put our John masters back on it.

-What do you mean you put him back on it?

-What's the next pickup?

-$5 million.

Golden west bank.

It's not ringing.

Something's wrong.

-Call the bank.

-It's too late.

They would have left there five minutes ago.

-Can you give me a copy of the route?

-You bet.

Here it comes.

Gene, what the hell are you doing?

-Getting rich.

-Get the money!

-Yeah!

-All right, Rudy.

Finish it up.

-Hey boy, you take care of your pal.

-That's your department.

Rudy, let's go!

-Ugh!

Hey!

-My brother's wrong.

I ain't color blind.

You ain't green.

You're black.

-Hey!

-Freeze!

Police!

-This one's still alive!

I'm gonna go call an ambulance!

-So how is Rudy lassiter?

-Bad.

Surgeon said it could be hours.

I'll tell you, he'd better live.

The feds are gonna be all over us in a few minutes.

And he's our only link to frank and that $5 million.

-Captain?

I have to go take care of something.

I'll be back.

Is something wrong?

-I'll be back.

Oh god, Andy!

-Hunter.

Hospital called.

Rudy lassiter's coming out of surgery.

Let's go.

-You're kidding!

Let's get over there.

Hey McCall, Rudy lassiter just woke up.

We're going to the hospital.

Come on.

-Andy killed himself tonight.

-What?

What'd you say?

-You know all he had in his life was a job?

Family didn't ca about him.

All he had was being a cop.

When that was over, he had nothing.

-He had you.

-He didn't.

Not really.

You know, today I had a feeling that I had to talk to him.

And I went over to the phone to call him.

And I was picking up the phone to talk to him

and that's when you came in.

You remember what you said to me?

You said, "talk to him later.

Because you have a job to do."

-That's right.

-You remember you said that?

You said, "you have a job to do."

You know what I realized?

All I have in my life is this job!

I am not gonna end up like Andy.

This job can go to hell!