Family Matters (1989–1998): Season 2, Episode 25 - I Should Have Done Something - full transcript

[SINGING] I've toured around
the world From London to the Bay

It's, "Hammer, go, Hammer
MC Hammer, yo, Hammer"

And the rest can go
and play Can't touch this

[HUMMING MC HAMMER'S
"CAN'T TOUCH THIS"]

Yeah! My, my

Yeah!

Laura, the girl I adore-a.

[LAUGHS THEN SNORTS]

Wanna listen to my
new album? It's polka rap.

No.

- As in "No, thank you"?
- As in "No, go home."



Well, you seem sad, sweetums.

Tell little Urkie what's bothering
you and he'll make it all better.

Oops.

Look, I'm too tired for this.

I got up at 3 in the morning to stand
in line for Johnny Gill concert tickets.

- Oh, really? Did you get them?
- No.

After standing in line for six
hours, they said they were sold out.

Man, I'd do anything
to go to that concert.

Oh.

Anything?

Yes.

- Are those what I think they are?
- Well, let's see.

They appear to
be concert tickets.

I wonder what
concert they're for.



Hmm.

Johnny Gill.

My, my, my.

Whoa!

I want those tickets.

[STEVE GRUNTS]

Laura, as you know too well,
these tickets are hard to come by.

You could, however, accompany
me to the concert as my date.

No way. Never. It
ain't gonna happen.

All right. Suit yourself. I'll just
have to take somebody else.

But next Friday night you'll be
stuck here with your principles...

while Johnny Gill
sweats all over my mother.

I...

I...

- I'll go.
- Yes!

[HUMMING MC HAMMER'S
"CAN'T TOUCH THIS"]

[SINGING] Can't touch this

Before I left for
work this morning...

did I or did I not tell Edward
to empty the incinerator?

Yes, you did.

Well, it is not
empty, Harriette.

It is not empty at all.

In fact, do you know
what it is, Harriette?

- Full?
- It's full, Harriette.

Completely, over-flowingly full.

It is full, Harriette.

So, what you're
saying is it's full.

Come on, Harriette.

I want to know why my
instructions were not followed.

Edward said something
important came up...

and he promised he'd empty
the incinerator tomorrow.

Typical. It is always
"tomorrow" with that boy.

Clean up your room,
Edward. "Tomorrow, Dad."

Take out the trash,
Edward. "Tomorrow, Dad."

Pass the salt, Edward.
"Tomorrow, Dad."

[YELLING GIBBERISH]

No root beer? When are
you going to the store?

Tomorrow, dear.

Real cute, Harriette. Real cute.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Which one of our
gangster children did this?

Did what?

Leave an empty milk
carton in the refrigerator.

I hate that.

I open the door, I see
milk, I get my hopes up...

and then they're dashed.

It's a plot, Carl.

The kids and I are deliberately
draining this house of milk and root beer.

We're not gonna rest until
we've made your life a living hell.

Well, it's working, Harriette.

It's really working.

[CARL GRUNTING]

Honey. Honey.

Did you have a bad day?

Great day. What
are you talking about?

- Carl, why are you in such a foul mood?
- I am not in a foul mood.

You most certainly are.

Look, let's get one thing
straight here, Harriette.

This is my mood and I should
know whether it's foul or not...

and my mood is
not foul, it's fair.

Okay? I'm in a fair
mood, Harriette. All right?

- Fair enough, Carl.
- All right.

And what are you looking at?

Good question.

Show off.

[YELLING GIBBERISH]

Who put a flapjack
in his shorts?

HARRIETTE: Carl. CARL:
I don't want to talk about it.

Come on, Carl. Talk to me.
What's really bothering you?

Harriette...

tomorrow it will be
exactly one year...

since it happened.

Oh, that.

Carl, you've got
to let go of that.

It wasn't your fault.
Everybody said so.

The department even
gave you a commendation.

Oh, yeah. I got a commendation,
but an innocent person died.

I can't let go of
that, Harriette.

I just can't let go of it.

WOMAN [ON TV]: Thank
you, Officer Carl Winslow.

This is Karen
Kosta, reporting live.

- Carl?
- Yeah?

It's 3:00 in the morning.

- You okay?
- Well...

I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep
so I figured I'd make myself a sandwich.

I hope you didn't have
to beat up on the bologna.

No, it surrendered peacefully.

What are you watching?

We've just received word that a hostage
situation has occurred on State Street.

Honey, why are you
doing this to yourself?

Let's go live to Karen
Kosta, at the scene.

An hour ago, a man entered this
convenience store and attempted to rob it.

The clerk activated a hidden
alarm and police quickly responded.

The suspect then took an elderly
man hostage, a Mr. Charles Mallory...

and held a gun to his head
as he walked out to his car.

And then, for no apparent reason,
the suspect shot the hostage.

He was immediately
apprehended, but unfortunately...

his victim has been
pronounced dead at the scene.

With me is Officer Carl Winslow.

Officer Winslow, congratulations
on capturing the suspect.

Thank you.

Were you aware that
he had taken a hostage?

Well, yes. The, uh, suspect
didn't appear to be rational...

and he repeatedly made threats
that he would shoot his hostage...

- if we didn't let him get to his car.
- What did you do?

Well, I felt that he would
make good on his threats...

so I, uh, did what he asked.

In retrospect, do you wish you
had handled the situation differently?

I don't know.

Thank you, Officer Carl Winslow.

This is Karen Kosta, reporting
live for Channel Eight News.

Listen to me, Carl.

That was a year ago.
It was not your fault.

I know that here
but the problem is...

I'm not sure I know that here.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

- Hi, sugar.
- Oh, Estelle, my belle. What's up?

Oh, just went
out to get my mail.

Look, I finally got my
Hunk of the Month calendar.

- Is Laura home?
- No.

Don't you two walk home
together from school?

Not exactly.

We leave school together,
but for some reason...

she usually starts running.

- Sounds rude.
- Oh, no.

No matter how fast she runs, she always
looks back to see exactly where I am.

Good Lord.

I think I'm in love
with Mr. January.

Look out, here comes February.

Uh, would you two
like to be alone?

No, Steve. You got
something on your mind?

- Mind if I pick your brain?
- Pick away, baby.

Well, you see,
here's the skinny.

I bought two tickets to a concert
that Laura wants to go to...

and offered to take
her as my, get this, date.

- That's nice.
- Well, no, it's not nice.

- It's not?
- Well, Laura doesn't want a date with me.

- Are you sure?
- Oh, positive.

When I suggested it, her lovely eyes
were momentarily clouded with nausea.

I don't know what's wrong with
that girl. You're a fine young man...

and would make
a wonderful catch.

How many times have
I said that to myself.

But what do you think?

Should I use the tickets to get your
granddaughter to go to the concert with me?

Steve, I know the
kind of person you are.

And I just can't believe that
you would ever use blackmail.

[GROANS]

I was afraid you might say that.

- Well, there goes my date.
- Oh, honey...

give her time.
She'll come around.

I just hope she falls
in love with me...

while I'm still young enough
to do something about it.

I was just thinking the same
thing about Mr. February.

Estelle.

Now, I may not always be cooking,
but my pilot light is always on.

[STEVE LAUGHING]

Um...

Mr. Mallory...

my name is Carl Winslow.

I'm a police officer.

Well, actually, I guess
you know who I am.

But I came here today to get
something off my chest, Mr. Mallory.

You know, what happened...

happened a year ago.

But what happened happens
again and again in my mind.

I close my eyes and I...

I see that man holding you.

[SOBS]

I see that gun...

pressed against your head.

And I see the fear on your face.

But what I don't
see, Mr. Mallory...

is that one second, that
one fraction of a second...

when I could have
taken him down.

It was there, it
had to be there.

If I had only seen it,
and done something...

you might be alive
today, Mr. Mallory.

But I missed it.

And I just want to say...

that I'm so sorry, Mr. Mallory.

I'm so very sorry.

Officer?

- Oh, yes?
- I'm Helen Mallory.

- Charles was my husband.
- Oh, Mrs. Mallory.

Let's sit a moment.

I should apologize
for listening to you.

No, that's all right.

- Can I ask you something?
- Oh, sure.

Do you ever ask yourself...

why you had to be the
policeman who got there first?

Mrs. Mallory, I ask myself that
question a million times a day.

But I guess you ask yourself...

why your husband had to be
the one to be there that night.

No, I don't.

He was there because
I asked him to go.

We were home
watching television...

and I mentioned that I
wanted some ice cream.

So Charles said
he'd dash to the store.

So he got up, cussed the dog
for chewing on his hat, ha, ha...

and left my life forever.

For a long, long time...

I found it difficult...

to live with the fact...

that if I hadn't asked
Charles to go to that store...

he would still be with me.

But, Mrs. Mallory...

there was no possible way you
could have known what would happen.

It wasn't your fault.

Ha, ha. I know. But it took
me a long time to realize that.

And now you must realize...

that it's not your fault either.

Okay?

Okay.

Mm, mm, mm.

I don't believe this.

I am definitely gonna have
to have a long talk with Laura.

Why?

Look what I found.

A Hunk of the Month calendar.

[STAMMERS] Oh, uh,
um, uh... Well, now...

don't be too hard on
her. It's just a phase.

- Hi, everybody.
HARRIETTE: Hi, sweetie.

- Carl, you're in a great mood.
- Yes.

I feel better than I
have in a very long time.

- Really?
- Yup.

- What happened?
- I'll explain later. But right now...

I wanna apologize to
everybody for my behavior lately...

and I want to make it up to you.

So, what say let's all go out
for dinner and a movie, huh?

- Oh, that will be great.
- Sounds good to me.

- Sweetheart, where's the paper?
- In the kitchen. Hiding from you.

Yes, Lord.

Congratulations, Winslows.

I'm here.

- Evening, Steve.
- Oh, hello, Estelle.

Once again your astounding
beauty has snuck up behind me...

and clubbed me senseless.

Thanks, you sweet talker, you.

Steve, why aren't you dressed?
We'll be late for the concert.

Oh, mama.

Laura, you're beautiful,
you're gorgeous.

What happened to
the rest of your pants?

Oh, well, I'm afraid I'm
not going, cuddle lips.

Here. Take Maxine with you.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Great!

Why?

Well, I'm too big a man to take
advantage of your unseemly lust...

for a prognathous pop star.

I'm not sure what you said, but
sounds like you're letting me off the hook.

Thanks, Steve I'll
just call Maxine and...

Wait a minute.

- What?
- This is a trick.

Whatever do you mean?

Steve, if I take these
tickets, I'll owe you.

I'll owe you big.

And you're sneaky enough
to use that advantage...

to make me go out with you
later. Well, I'm not falling for it.

- But, turtledove...
- Forget it. You're dating me tonight.

Come on. Let's go over to
your house and get you ready.

Well, okay, if you insist.

Estelle, thanks for the advice.
How can I ever thank you?

Bring me a Johnny Gill T-shirt.

- You got it.
- Now have a good time, hear.

Good? It'll be magnificent!

Excuse me.

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