Mod Squad (1968–1973): Season 1, Episode 9 - A Quiet Weekend in the Country - full transcript
(country music playing)
Hey, Eddie, how's
the other guy look?
(chuckles)
Wasn't a fight at all, right?
A door.
Gotta watch them doors, Eddie.
Guys always running into them.
(chuckles)
Eddie, I'm sorry.
I'm so terribly sorry.
It's not your fault, Doris.
All my fault.
I, I don't know
what gets into him.
It's wrong, I know.
I, I just don't know
what to do about it.
Look, I've been
belted before, no strain.
(cash register
dings) Forget about...
Look, Doris, uh, it'll be fine.
We-we'll talk about it tomorrow.
There's, uh, there's something
I've got to do right now.
MAN (on phone): Hello?
Police? Uh, Captain
Greer, please, quick.
Gone where?
Look, don't... never mind.
Just give him a
message that I called.
Sweeney. Eddie Sweeney.
He'll know.
Uh, tell him I'll call
tomorrow morning.
It's important.
Tell him I spotted another one.
He'll understand.
(car engine starts)
(motorcycle starts)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(thuds)
(theme music playing)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(distant siren wails)
(siren grows louder)
ADAM: His name was Sweeney.
Edward Sweeney.
He would have
been 23 next month.
That's not much time to dig it.
Yeah, deduct three years
in a jail cell, it's even less.
Wild kid.
Yeah, but coming out of it.
He paid his time.
Another one of your
long shots, Captain?
That's right, Julie.
And he was making it, too.
Got himself a job as a handyman
in one of those rustic
trailer camps upstate.
Piney Hills.
I don't know, I guess
he figured he owed me.
Called me a couple of times.
Was always pretty cagey.
Never gave away too much.
Old habits die hard.
What was he laying on you?
Eddie kept seeing
faces that didn't fit in.
A couple he was
sure he'd seen in cells.
He said if I sent him a camera,
he'd send me back some
interesting photographs.
Then we'd be even.
Did you send it to him?
A few days ago.
And yesterday, he
crashed through a guardrail.
Piney Hills is a
long way from home.
I know, Pete.
It's way out of
our jurisdiction,
but the sheriff's cooperating.
So far, it's accidental death.
But Lab is waiting
for that bike,
and I think it'll come
up a lot different.
What do you want us to do?
That camera.
It wasn't on him
when they found him.
And the sheriff said
it wasn't in his room.
(A) Where is it?
(B) What's in it?
Yeah, that's all there is.
Well, at least it
will be a change.
Solid, pine trees and fresh air.
And no smog.
No freeways.
Can't be all that dangerous.
Yeah, that's what Eddie thought.
Look, be careful, huh?
Very careful.
♪ ♪
That's about all
she'll hold, Charlie.
Sure can't make
a living off of you.
(whirring)
Hi. (machine stops)
That's not bad for
a red agate, huh?
That's very nice.
I'm a quartz-crystal
man, myself.
How about you?
Looking for a job.
Man in town said I
might find one out here.
Oh, my name's Ed
Levering. Linc Hayes.
This is Cliff Lucas,
he works here for me.
Hey. How are you?
You might try over
at the trailer court.
His handyman there had an
accident over there yesterday.
That's what I heard.
If you get it, walk soft.
Rough man, Mr. Williams.
Ah, that's not being
neighborly now, Cliff.
Well, man ought to know
what he's walking into.
Williams is an old army man.
Runs his place like a top-kick.
Got a bad temper.
Well, you can't blame him.
He's, you know,
got a lot of trouble.
Just don't rile
him, you'll do fine.
I'm much obliged.
Couple days of "Yes, sir,
no, sir," you might not be.
Had three years of that
in the army., I'll make out.
Hey, thanks a lot. Sure.
(soft rock playing)
(door opens)
That's no way to listen
to Jonathan Cowles.
You've got to open up the mind,
let it drift in,
and really dig the sounds.
You like him?
Number one fan.
I never met one before.
Oh, they're a lot of
people in the world
who think they're alone.
Hey, Linc Hayes.
I'm here about the job.
I'm pretty handy. (door opens)
We're full up right now.
My husband, Mr. Williams.
Linc Hayes.
He'd like Eddie's job.
Oh.
You ever worked a
trailer park before?
No, sir.
But I learn pretty fast.
I am a little
shorthanded right now.
Room and board and a
hundred dollars a month?
Yes, sir.
We'll try it.
(horn honks)
And you can start right now.
You make it clear to them
I run a quiet place here.
No radios, TVs after 10:00.
No loud parties.
My people toe the mark.
They don't like
it, we're full up.
If they fit, you can show
them to space number five.
Hi. Can I help get you settled?
Hey, cool it, we're
being auditioned.
The name is Cochrane.
Mr. & Mrs. Cochrane.
We've been married for 27 hours.
Hey, congratulations. Follow me.
(engine starts)
(drawer opening)
You may as well keep those.
They belonged to Eddie.
Eddie Sweeney, the boy...
Yeah, I heard.
What was he like?
Nice, gentle.
I-I guess you'll
want to keep this.
Look it's not what
you think it is.
He was just...
someone to talk to.
Do you know what it means
to have someone to talk to?
Yeah.
(door opens)
You're getting
off to a bad start.
Well I was just getting
settled, Mr. Williams.
Worry about getting
the guests settled.
Gus, give him a chance.
Shut up, you.
And you...
work or walk.
Now, which is it gonna be?
(drawer closes slowly)
Everything okay, Mr. Cochrane?
Anything I can help you
or Mrs. Cochrane with?
I may only have a minute.
Williams seems to
be everywhere I turn.
That's gonna make it
rough to find Eddie's camera.
No sweat.
There's not too many
places it could be.
Like?
Well, they gave me
Eddie's room in the old barn.
Now that's number one.
I'll tear it apart the
first chance I get.
Oh, also, there's a
storage shed, maybe...
Oh, why don't I fix that
later, Mr. Cochrane?
I guess I can take a hint.
Honeymooners should be alone.
(hums)
(radio playing
easy-listening music)
Right.
Mr. Williams.
Oh, Miss Carson.
Your radio was a
little loud last night.
Oh, I'm sorry, it
won't happen again.
Thank you.
Your sweater, Mrs. Smith.
Oh, thank you, Gus.
Good luck.
All he needs is a riding
crop and a monocle.
Hey, I'm hip.
He's been on my
back since I got here.
What's he hung up about?
It's too soon to tell.
Part of it is a wife 15
years younger, though.
I'm glad you didn't make
that same mistake, dear.
Oh, that's cute.
Look, did you check the barn?
Yeah, top to bottom.
No camera.
Yeah, I'm not surprised.
It's the first place anyone
would have looked.
Eddie wouldn't take
the chance; he'd hide it.
But he'd hide it away from him.
Yeah, for a guest,
you're pretty smart.
Which means?
Which means around
here, a handyman does it all.
There's a storage
shed in the picnic area.
I'll check it out tonight.
Wait a minute.
With him on your back?
Let me try it.
Solid, I never
thought you'd ask.
Some honeymoon.
What's a bride supposed to do?
I'll tell you what a
bride is supposed to do.
Blush a lot and take pictures
of everybody in the place.
You're putting me on.
It was good enough
for Clark Gable.
Julie, we're cops.
I'm a girl cop and
you're a boy cop.
Now, wait a minute,
if you think for
one minute that...
With the moonlight in the
trees and Mother Nature,
you bet I think.
Hmm.
What does that mean?
It means at least
you could have waited
until you were asked.
I know a woman with five
kids who's never been asked.
Hmm.
♪ ♪
(grunting, fists
smacking, groaning)
(crashing loudly)
(punching)
(crashing loudly)
ADAM: There, that
ought to hold it for a while.
PETE: Thanks.
Look, uh, your carburetor
could stand a good cleaning.
Why don't you stop
down at the garage
first chance you get, huh?
Will do.
As a matter of fact, I'll...
give you a good deal
on a good rebuild.
All right, let me
think about it, okay?
Good morning.
(scoffs)
How's your head?
Oh, man, it feels
like a hockey puck.
Never got a good
look at him, huh?
No. It was too dark.
The guy came at me like that...
I'll tell you one thing,
it wasn't Gus Williams.
He wasn't big enough.
Yeah, just what we needed,
another player in the game.
Oh, here.
What?
Some film.
Julie took some pictures
of some of the guests.
You might be able
to use it, I don't know.
And Linc?
(laughs)
He's getting tired.
This guy's a slave driver, man.
He sent him into town
for some supplies.
Round and round,
round and round.
All right, just give
us a little time.
We're fresh out.
Lab just reported
shotgun pellets
in Eddie's motorcycle tires.
It was murder.
Yeah, in a community
this small, that's a big event.
Half the town probably
knows about it by now.
Not going to help you any.
GUS: A little
mechanical problem?
Ah, we can manage, thank you.
Mm-hmm.
You, uh, you new
at Sam's Garage,
I don't remember
seeing you around there.
Well, you know mechanics.
We move around.
Huh, yes, I imagine you do.
Hey, man, next
time you want to talk,
ask for something lighter.
Eddie was murdered, man.
They found shotgun
pellets in his front wheel.
Yeah, I heard.
How'd you hear?
Tavern down the road.
The night Eddie tried
to reach the captain,
he wouldn't try from here
or the phone booth at the
gas station in plain view,
and there's only one roadhouse
between here and the village.
So you went in and
bought a bottle of beer?
I bought a bartender.
He said he was sure Eddie
had been in a fight that night...
He had cuts and bruises...
And then Doris Williams
came in and they talked,
and then a middle-aged
couple got up and left
and Eddie jumped to the phone.
To call the captain.
Then he tore out after
the couple and that was it.
Did the bartender remember
what the couple looked like?
Sure. Nice, easygoing tourists.
In fact, they're staying
here... Space 14.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
Oh, that's ridiculous.
She's a lovely woman.
She's gentle and soft-spoken.
(scoffs)
Yeah, so was Lucretia Borgia.
(taps on glass)
(sobbing) Oh!
(sighs)
Honey, what's the matter?
I had a fight with Pete
and I thought I'd come
over and talk to you
'cause you've been
so friendly to us.
Ah... first quarrel?
About what?
Oh, about dinner.
He says I don't
know how to cook.
What'd you make him?
Steak.
And he complained?
Oh, he really didn't complain.
He was just kind of
quiet and far away and...
Headache, huh?
Oh, yes.
Could I ask you for a
glass of water, please?
Surest thing you know.
You know, honey,
it probably had nothing
to do with the food at all.
He was probably just tired
or worried about paying bills
and going back to work and...
Could be a million things.
Thank you.
Mrs. Smith, I'm sorry if I
troubled you about anything.
Oh, no trouble at all.
After all, us married gals
have to stick together.
Thank you.
(sighs)
PETE: Beautiful.
If those guys can't get anything
out of these fingerprints,
they should turn in
their microscopes.
Did you call the captain?
Yeah.
Yeah, he's got a guy
on his way up here.
We have to meet
him at the roadhouse.
You know, in a couple of hours
they should have a
report on the Smiths, too.
Can you really cook a steak?
Huh?
You really know how?
Well, you know how
people love to talk, Maude.
Oh, well, that's too bad.
Poor kid.
All right, Maude.
I got to go now, Maude.
I'll, I'll, I'll have
Cliff come over
and start the car for you.
Bye.
Mrs. Yocum got
battery trouble again?
She's got tongue trouble.
You give that woman
something to talk about,
she don't do nothing
but yap, yap, yap
all the time.
What now?
She swears that she
wrangled it out of the deputy...
That poor Sweeney boy,
looks like he was murdered.
Found shotgun pellets
in his motorcycle tire.
Mrs. Williams, your order.
You forgot your order.
What's the matter with her?
(grunts)
(sighs)
Mrs. Williams!
Mrs. Williams...
(screaming hysterically)
Stop it!
Stop it!
(sobbing)
Are you all right?
It'll be all right, Doris.
You'll see.
Who are you?
Linc, tell me, please.
A friend.
A-a friend of Eddie's?
And yours.
Now, Gus didn't kill,
at least not with this.
It hasn't been
cleaned in months.
(sobbing)
That's good.
It's a beginning.
Now, tell me about Gus.
You tried to cover for him.
You must love him very much.
But still, you seem
to be afraid of him.
Why, Doris?
You've seen,
you've seen that look,
that if a man even
talks to me, he's...
I never gave him reason
for that look, never once.
All right, then why?
Well, other men have
married women younger
than they are and made it work.
I think a man is... is what's
happened to him along the way.
He, he's always been
"Army," a career man first,
and... he had a, a first wife.
She deserved that look.
She needed men, every man,
but... she finally
ran away with one.
It almost killed him.
I married him a day after
the divorce came through.
I...
I didn't do him any favor.
Doris?
I lived in a small town
where, where he
had been stationed.
The population was 1,400.
I wanted... I
wanted to get away.
The Army meant
travel, glamour...
Don't you see?
I married him to...
just to get away.
But then a funny thing happened.
I fell in love with him.
I really fell in love with him.
GUS: Never ends, does it?
Gus, please, I...
All right, you got it
all wrong, Williams.
Uh-huh, first
Eddie and then him.
(grunts)
Gus, stop it!
Stop it for God's sake, please!
No, no!
Oh!
Stop it, Gus, stop it!
Oh!
Please, I beg you, stop!
Stop it!
Stop!
(sobbing)
Aah!
All right, now, you listen!
She didn't do nothing!
Do you understand that?!
(sobbing)
Doris.
Oh, Gus!
(scoffs)
That must have been
a pretty wild scene.
Oh, yeah, it's a shame you
couldn't have been ringside.
Williams fire you?
Not yet.
It's a Mexican standoff.
Yeah.
You know, man, he still
could have murdered Eddie
with another shotgun.
Right?
It doesn't make sense
that the guy would leave
the murder weapon
laying around the house.
Yeah, but you could grow
a beard trying to prove it.
Yeah, which leaves
us one lead: the Smiths,
if the captain
and those guys downtown
can get something
out of those fingerprints.
He'll be a step behind.
The Smiths pulled out
of camp an hour ago
and left no forwarding address.
Hey!
(in low voice): Why
don't you let Julie try,
she gets things done.
What did I do right?
That little trick with
the drinking glass?
Gave us a small
foot in a big door.
I did?
That charming Smith couple?
Prints say their real
name is Sanderson...
very large in drug traffic...
and very smart.
They have arrests
as long as your arm,
but not a single conviction.
They're gone, you know?
Yeah, we've got a full APB out.
We just want to locate them,
put a tail on them,
find out where they lead.
That still could
take a long time.
What do you care?
You're on a honeymoon.
True, true.
And you...
you'd better learn to duck.
For a man with one lead,
you're riding pretty high.
Yeah.
And you know why...
heroin.
I've seen kids
hooked on that stuff.
Lives washed down the drain.
You just give me
that much chance
against a pusher as
big as the Sandersons
and I'll walk across nails...
barefoot!
Here, don't you know
how to throw anything?
(soft rock playing)
Doris? Linc, let
it alone, please.
I can't.
I don't want to talk
about it anymore.
I've had enough for one day.
Why is it so important?
Doris, there are
things I can't tell you...
not yet.
I've told you, Eddie
did have a camera!
I have to have it.
It has something to
do with Gus, hasn't it?
It could prove he
didn't kill Eddie.
Or that he did?
Doris, I'm after the truth.
When it's all over,
you've still got to
come up with truth.
Live with it;
without it, there's nothing.
You found that out.
Eddie would want me to have it.
I need that camera.
(music stops)
The storage place
is the only place I...
It has to be the shed.
We were near it one day,
just talking, he had the camera.
He took a picture of me.
Then, when we left, he went
into the shed for a minute.
When he came out, he
didn't have the camera.
It's been searched,
top to bottom...
Nothing.
Doris, it must...
Maybe...
just maybe there is a place.
No one would ever
have reason to look there.
Now, that looks like
a good hiding place.
Yeah.
Nobody ever comes near it.
There's a new one outside.
Come on, we're stalling.
I'll try it.
'Course if it's not here,
we may as well fold up our tent.
Look, do you mind,
if you gotta pace,
will you do it right
where I can see you?
Hello?
Artie?
Look, you getting
paid by the hour now?
Well, where are they?
You were just gonna call me?
He was just gonna call me.
Now what have you got?
Yeah?
Yeah?
Wait, wait, wait.
He fits.
You did?
All right.
Keep going.
Yeah.
Yeah, that... that's only seven.
What about the...
All right, all right.
Soon as you can, huh?
Thanks.
No wonder Artie Dunn
never made lieutenant,
takes him an hour
to get to the point.
It's catching.
There was a full roll of film in
Eddie's camera, eight shots.
Dunn ran a make on seven
of them... trailer park guests.
Only one of them
has a rap sheet,
Willie Keeler, a
narcotics pusher.
First there's this Keeler,
and then there's the Sandersons.
There's not a doubt
in the world now...
we're chasing narcotics.
Yeah.
You said that there
were eight shots
on the film.
How come they
only checked seven?
Well, the eighth was
taken in the woods.
Two men, but taken
from a long way off.
Too far to make them out.
Lab's making a blowup;
they should be here any minute.
(sighs)
What do you think
chairs are for, Pete?!
Look, was there anything
on the Sandersons yet?
This quick?
Look, I assure you,
you'll be the first to know.
(door opens)
Here you are, Captain.
Thanks, Les,
Now the boys can
go back to their poker.
(door shuts)
LINC: Well, well...
a big cigar for the
Captain and the lab.
Half of one.
This is Sanderson, right?
But who's that?
It's Cliff Lucas.
He pumps gas for Ed Levering,
who runs the store
across the road.
Well, that's wild.
Yeah, it's widening out.
No.
I think it's narrowing in.
Well, let's make
up our mind, man.
All right, dig it.
Now we know the game...
drugs.
Well, let's say they're
using a Trailer Park
as a pick up point.
With Gus William" knowledge?
Or without it.
Anyway...
the buyer comes
through like any tourist.
He stays a few days
at the Trailer Park...
he makes the buy...
pays his cash...
picks up the drugs,
and he's on his way.
The happy vacationer.
Now who'd ever suspect?
Any arguments?
No, no arguments,
but I got a couple
of questions, man.
(knocking on
door) If you can't...
(clearing throat)
Oh, hi.
Mrs. Cochrane. Mr. Cochrane,
uh, telephone call for you
in the office.
Your, uh, Uncle Adam.
Who?
Uncle Adam.
Oh, Uncle Adam...
yes, indeed, good
old Uncle Adam.
That's wonderful.
Listen, you be
nice to him, darling,
'cause you know
all the money he has.
(whispering): Linc.
Now, that's gotta be important
for the Captain to take a
chance and blow cover.
On the desk over there.
Uncle Adam?
We were just talking about you.
(door closing)
Well?
Oh, Gus, don't you see?
If you can't trust one
person in this world...
you're better off dead.
How's your wealthy uncle?
They found the Sandersons in a
motel about ten miles from here
under a different name.
Solid.
It's looking better and better.
Huh?
The drug setup.
Yeah, I got a couple of
questions about that, man.
All right, lay it on me.
All right, now
say you're right...
and the stuff is
brought through here.
Who's the seller? The
guy who brings it here?
How is it brought here,
how is the sale made, and where?
Okay, slow down. And the buyer.
He gonna take the
chance on getting caught
when he leaves the
park with the stuff on him?
There's got to be a cover.
All right, no
fight, you're right.
But all I'm saying
is we got a piece.
Now we got a picture tying
Sanderson and Cliff Lucas,
Cliff to a nice little
man named Levering
who runs a store and cuts...
cuts...
cuts...
No, that's too far out.
Or is it?
It's simple, it's clean.
Why not?!
Any time...
No, it's too far out. You'd
laugh me out of town.
Linc?
Okay, besides, this is solo.
In this neck of the woods,
two guys is a crowd.
♪ ♪
(doorknob rattling)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(car approaching)
(car approaching)
(car door closing)
♪ ♪
The guy's an artist.
Yeah, and a pretty
good old actor, too.
Old Ed Levering, your friendly
neighborhood rock hound,
storekeeper and junk pusher.
This is fabulous, it'd
make a super compact.
Oh, man, the next
time I get married...
Hey, you know, it even
answers some of your questions.
Those buyers are real cool.
They operate right
out in the open.
They just wander over to the
store, plop down some money,
and pick up a pretty rock.
The real value is on the inside.
Solid.
Heroin, morphine,
anything for order.
And then when they
leave the trailer park,
they're home free.
Now, even if they're stopped,
they're just vacationers
and even have a
souvenir to prove it.
Smooth, man, very sm...
What?
Wait a minute.
Maybe that's why
the Sandersons are
still in that motel
down the road.
They got scared off, but
they still want to make a buy.
You got it.
Yeah, so what do we do with it?
Well, shall we tell
the Captain or what?
Why frustrate him?
The Captain's too smart to
step in now and make an arrest.
What charge?
Making hollow rocks?
We know the theory works,
but we can't prove a word
of it. Yeah... you're right.
Hey, unless...
Hey, maybe...
Hey, where's your gear box?
There's something I'll
need for in the morning.
What are you
gonna do, go fishing?
Just hope I'm
using the right bait.
Over there.
So you're quitting Gus Williams.
I sure am sorry to hear that.
Yeah, for a better job.
For a new fella in town,
you're sure making progress.
You could say that.
Who you gonna work for now?
You. Me?
Well, you know that Cliff
works for me here now.
I wasn't thinking about
a job, Mr. Levering;
it's more like a partnership.
How's 25%?
(laughing)
What on earth you
talking about, son?
Well, a lot of things.
Like a picture tying
Cliff to Sanderson.
Like one of your little
rocks that's missing.
A hollow one.
I'm an agate man, myself.
And Cliff... I hope he hasn't
got a sore neck this morning.
I didn't mean to
hit him that hard.
You?
Me.
No good, baby.
A friend of mine has your
little rock and the story.
They find me dead, you're dead.
And now don't take
it so hard, Levering.
There's a lot of
profits in "junk."
You must be making
money hand over fist.
You'll hardly even miss the 25%.
I'll need time to think it over.
Well, now you take
all the time you need.
Right up until
tomorrow morning...
partner.
How did he take it?
Like a 25% raise in taxes.
Mind if I go next time?
Well, that's tonight.
So?
You're a honeymooner.
How quickly they forget.
(engine starting)
LEVERING (on tape):
Now don't panic, boy.
CLIFF: 25%?! Be a lot
cheaper if I just kill him.
LEVERING: Like you killed Eddie
Sweeney? Where'd that get us?
CLIFF: Well, what
did you want me to do?
He was getting close...
Took that picture of
Sanderson and me!
LEVERING: Now you just
shut up and listen to me.
Sanderson called a while ago.
He still wants to make the buy,
but waiting around
got him nervous.
Now either we
deliver in the morning
or else he's gonna
shop someplace else.
CLIFF: That's 60 grand!
LEVERING: And I
don't intend to lose it.
So you phone Walker,
tell him to make the
delivery, 10:00 in the morning.
But not here.
There's a little
place just off of...
(audio stops)
You're putting me on.
What a place for
the tape to run out.
Yeah.
Along with our luck.
Oh boy.
Well, what do we do now?
We got nothing.
Well, we got Cliff Lucas.
The man said there's a
meeting in the morning.
We'd better get
ourselves invited.
(engine roaring)
♪ ♪
(tires squealing)
There he goes.
♪ ♪
15 grand.
Want to count it?
Not especially.
If you're short, my boss
will drop you in the lake.
I wish I were in your end.
You can sell this for $60,000.
You got something
against a profit in business?
(engine revving)
♪ ♪
It's gonna go. Let's
get behind the truck.
(explosions)
Man, look at that.
Look at this.
How am I gonna tell my
wife I dented the truck?
Uh-uh.
Hmm?
Hmm.
Wow, this is wild. What is this?
Cider... an old country drink.
There's a lot to
say for the country.
Yes, may I help you?
Captain.
Mr. and Mrs. Williams, I'd
like you to meet Captain Greer.
Hello. Pleased to
meet you, Mrs. Williams.
My pleasure, Mr. Williams.
Likewise, I'm sure.
Uh, Captain...
That's not the Army?
Not exactly, Mr. Williams.
No. I'm beginning to understand.
Very grateful to you, Linc.
DORIS: We're very grateful.
Yes.
Come back... soon.
Solid.
Please do.
Captain, how about a nice,
fresh glass of country cider?
Pass, I'm driving.
(laughter) Come on,
let's beat the traffic.
Bye-bye.
Bye. Bye-bye.
Come up off-season sometime,
Captain, we'll, uh, wet a line.
We'll try. Right.
Nothing like a smiling Captain.
Believe it.
Levering's down at the
Sheriff's office cooperating.
Talking.
Sheesh, you can't shut him up.
There'll be a lot of
big people picked up
before this day's over.
In that case, you
won't mind a favor.
Go right ahead, name it.
We're all bushed.
What if we took a few days off?
No gratitude.
What?
Well, you just had a nice,
long weekend in the country.
(chuckles)
Hey, Eddie, how's
the other guy look?
(chuckles)
Wasn't a fight at all, right?
A door.
Gotta watch them doors, Eddie.
Guys always running into them.
(chuckles)
Eddie, I'm sorry.
I'm so terribly sorry.
It's not your fault, Doris.
All my fault.
I, I don't know
what gets into him.
It's wrong, I know.
I, I just don't know
what to do about it.
Look, I've been
belted before, no strain.
(cash register
dings) Forget about...
Look, Doris, uh, it'll be fine.
We-we'll talk about it tomorrow.
There's, uh, there's something
I've got to do right now.
MAN (on phone): Hello?
Police? Uh, Captain
Greer, please, quick.
Gone where?
Look, don't... never mind.
Just give him a
message that I called.
Sweeney. Eddie Sweeney.
He'll know.
Uh, tell him I'll call
tomorrow morning.
It's important.
Tell him I spotted another one.
He'll understand.
(car engine starts)
(motorcycle starts)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(thuds)
(theme music playing)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(distant siren wails)
(siren grows louder)
ADAM: His name was Sweeney.
Edward Sweeney.
He would have
been 23 next month.
That's not much time to dig it.
Yeah, deduct three years
in a jail cell, it's even less.
Wild kid.
Yeah, but coming out of it.
He paid his time.
Another one of your
long shots, Captain?
That's right, Julie.
And he was making it, too.
Got himself a job as a handyman
in one of those rustic
trailer camps upstate.
Piney Hills.
I don't know, I guess
he figured he owed me.
Called me a couple of times.
Was always pretty cagey.
Never gave away too much.
Old habits die hard.
What was he laying on you?
Eddie kept seeing
faces that didn't fit in.
A couple he was
sure he'd seen in cells.
He said if I sent him a camera,
he'd send me back some
interesting photographs.
Then we'd be even.
Did you send it to him?
A few days ago.
And yesterday, he
crashed through a guardrail.
Piney Hills is a
long way from home.
I know, Pete.
It's way out of
our jurisdiction,
but the sheriff's cooperating.
So far, it's accidental death.
But Lab is waiting
for that bike,
and I think it'll come
up a lot different.
What do you want us to do?
That camera.
It wasn't on him
when they found him.
And the sheriff said
it wasn't in his room.
(A) Where is it?
(B) What's in it?
Yeah, that's all there is.
Well, at least it
will be a change.
Solid, pine trees and fresh air.
And no smog.
No freeways.
Can't be all that dangerous.
Yeah, that's what Eddie thought.
Look, be careful, huh?
Very careful.
♪ ♪
That's about all
she'll hold, Charlie.
Sure can't make
a living off of you.
(whirring)
Hi. (machine stops)
That's not bad for
a red agate, huh?
That's very nice.
I'm a quartz-crystal
man, myself.
How about you?
Looking for a job.
Man in town said I
might find one out here.
Oh, my name's Ed
Levering. Linc Hayes.
This is Cliff Lucas,
he works here for me.
Hey. How are you?
You might try over
at the trailer court.
His handyman there had an
accident over there yesterday.
That's what I heard.
If you get it, walk soft.
Rough man, Mr. Williams.
Ah, that's not being
neighborly now, Cliff.
Well, man ought to know
what he's walking into.
Williams is an old army man.
Runs his place like a top-kick.
Got a bad temper.
Well, you can't blame him.
He's, you know,
got a lot of trouble.
Just don't rile
him, you'll do fine.
I'm much obliged.
Couple days of "Yes, sir,
no, sir," you might not be.
Had three years of that
in the army., I'll make out.
Hey, thanks a lot. Sure.
(soft rock playing)
(door opens)
That's no way to listen
to Jonathan Cowles.
You've got to open up the mind,
let it drift in,
and really dig the sounds.
You like him?
Number one fan.
I never met one before.
Oh, they're a lot of
people in the world
who think they're alone.
Hey, Linc Hayes.
I'm here about the job.
I'm pretty handy. (door opens)
We're full up right now.
My husband, Mr. Williams.
Linc Hayes.
He'd like Eddie's job.
Oh.
You ever worked a
trailer park before?
No, sir.
But I learn pretty fast.
I am a little
shorthanded right now.
Room and board and a
hundred dollars a month?
Yes, sir.
We'll try it.
(horn honks)
And you can start right now.
You make it clear to them
I run a quiet place here.
No radios, TVs after 10:00.
No loud parties.
My people toe the mark.
They don't like
it, we're full up.
If they fit, you can show
them to space number five.
Hi. Can I help get you settled?
Hey, cool it, we're
being auditioned.
The name is Cochrane.
Mr. & Mrs. Cochrane.
We've been married for 27 hours.
Hey, congratulations. Follow me.
(engine starts)
(drawer opening)
You may as well keep those.
They belonged to Eddie.
Eddie Sweeney, the boy...
Yeah, I heard.
What was he like?
Nice, gentle.
I-I guess you'll
want to keep this.
Look it's not what
you think it is.
He was just...
someone to talk to.
Do you know what it means
to have someone to talk to?
Yeah.
(door opens)
You're getting
off to a bad start.
Well I was just getting
settled, Mr. Williams.
Worry about getting
the guests settled.
Gus, give him a chance.
Shut up, you.
And you...
work or walk.
Now, which is it gonna be?
(drawer closes slowly)
Everything okay, Mr. Cochrane?
Anything I can help you
or Mrs. Cochrane with?
I may only have a minute.
Williams seems to
be everywhere I turn.
That's gonna make it
rough to find Eddie's camera.
No sweat.
There's not too many
places it could be.
Like?
Well, they gave me
Eddie's room in the old barn.
Now that's number one.
I'll tear it apart the
first chance I get.
Oh, also, there's a
storage shed, maybe...
Oh, why don't I fix that
later, Mr. Cochrane?
I guess I can take a hint.
Honeymooners should be alone.
(hums)
(radio playing
easy-listening music)
Right.
Mr. Williams.
Oh, Miss Carson.
Your radio was a
little loud last night.
Oh, I'm sorry, it
won't happen again.
Thank you.
Your sweater, Mrs. Smith.
Oh, thank you, Gus.
Good luck.
All he needs is a riding
crop and a monocle.
Hey, I'm hip.
He's been on my
back since I got here.
What's he hung up about?
It's too soon to tell.
Part of it is a wife 15
years younger, though.
I'm glad you didn't make
that same mistake, dear.
Oh, that's cute.
Look, did you check the barn?
Yeah, top to bottom.
No camera.
Yeah, I'm not surprised.
It's the first place anyone
would have looked.
Eddie wouldn't take
the chance; he'd hide it.
But he'd hide it away from him.
Yeah, for a guest,
you're pretty smart.
Which means?
Which means around
here, a handyman does it all.
There's a storage
shed in the picnic area.
I'll check it out tonight.
Wait a minute.
With him on your back?
Let me try it.
Solid, I never
thought you'd ask.
Some honeymoon.
What's a bride supposed to do?
I'll tell you what a
bride is supposed to do.
Blush a lot and take pictures
of everybody in the place.
You're putting me on.
It was good enough
for Clark Gable.
Julie, we're cops.
I'm a girl cop and
you're a boy cop.
Now, wait a minute,
if you think for
one minute that...
With the moonlight in the
trees and Mother Nature,
you bet I think.
Hmm.
What does that mean?
It means at least
you could have waited
until you were asked.
I know a woman with five
kids who's never been asked.
Hmm.
♪ ♪
(grunting, fists
smacking, groaning)
(crashing loudly)
(punching)
(crashing loudly)
ADAM: There, that
ought to hold it for a while.
PETE: Thanks.
Look, uh, your carburetor
could stand a good cleaning.
Why don't you stop
down at the garage
first chance you get, huh?
Will do.
As a matter of fact, I'll...
give you a good deal
on a good rebuild.
All right, let me
think about it, okay?
Good morning.
(scoffs)
How's your head?
Oh, man, it feels
like a hockey puck.
Never got a good
look at him, huh?
No. It was too dark.
The guy came at me like that...
I'll tell you one thing,
it wasn't Gus Williams.
He wasn't big enough.
Yeah, just what we needed,
another player in the game.
Oh, here.
What?
Some film.
Julie took some pictures
of some of the guests.
You might be able
to use it, I don't know.
And Linc?
(laughs)
He's getting tired.
This guy's a slave driver, man.
He sent him into town
for some supplies.
Round and round,
round and round.
All right, just give
us a little time.
We're fresh out.
Lab just reported
shotgun pellets
in Eddie's motorcycle tires.
It was murder.
Yeah, in a community
this small, that's a big event.
Half the town probably
knows about it by now.
Not going to help you any.
GUS: A little
mechanical problem?
Ah, we can manage, thank you.
Mm-hmm.
You, uh, you new
at Sam's Garage,
I don't remember
seeing you around there.
Well, you know mechanics.
We move around.
Huh, yes, I imagine you do.
Hey, man, next
time you want to talk,
ask for something lighter.
Eddie was murdered, man.
They found shotgun
pellets in his front wheel.
Yeah, I heard.
How'd you hear?
Tavern down the road.
The night Eddie tried
to reach the captain,
he wouldn't try from here
or the phone booth at the
gas station in plain view,
and there's only one roadhouse
between here and the village.
So you went in and
bought a bottle of beer?
I bought a bartender.
He said he was sure Eddie
had been in a fight that night...
He had cuts and bruises...
And then Doris Williams
came in and they talked,
and then a middle-aged
couple got up and left
and Eddie jumped to the phone.
To call the captain.
Then he tore out after
the couple and that was it.
Did the bartender remember
what the couple looked like?
Sure. Nice, easygoing tourists.
In fact, they're staying
here... Space 14.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
Oh, that's ridiculous.
She's a lovely woman.
She's gentle and soft-spoken.
(scoffs)
Yeah, so was Lucretia Borgia.
(taps on glass)
(sobbing) Oh!
(sighs)
Honey, what's the matter?
I had a fight with Pete
and I thought I'd come
over and talk to you
'cause you've been
so friendly to us.
Ah... first quarrel?
About what?
Oh, about dinner.
He says I don't
know how to cook.
What'd you make him?
Steak.
And he complained?
Oh, he really didn't complain.
He was just kind of
quiet and far away and...
Headache, huh?
Oh, yes.
Could I ask you for a
glass of water, please?
Surest thing you know.
You know, honey,
it probably had nothing
to do with the food at all.
He was probably just tired
or worried about paying bills
and going back to work and...
Could be a million things.
Thank you.
Mrs. Smith, I'm sorry if I
troubled you about anything.
Oh, no trouble at all.
After all, us married gals
have to stick together.
Thank you.
(sighs)
PETE: Beautiful.
If those guys can't get anything
out of these fingerprints,
they should turn in
their microscopes.
Did you call the captain?
Yeah.
Yeah, he's got a guy
on his way up here.
We have to meet
him at the roadhouse.
You know, in a couple of hours
they should have a
report on the Smiths, too.
Can you really cook a steak?
Huh?
You really know how?
Well, you know how
people love to talk, Maude.
Oh, well, that's too bad.
Poor kid.
All right, Maude.
I got to go now, Maude.
I'll, I'll, I'll have
Cliff come over
and start the car for you.
Bye.
Mrs. Yocum got
battery trouble again?
She's got tongue trouble.
You give that woman
something to talk about,
she don't do nothing
but yap, yap, yap
all the time.
What now?
She swears that she
wrangled it out of the deputy...
That poor Sweeney boy,
looks like he was murdered.
Found shotgun pellets
in his motorcycle tire.
Mrs. Williams, your order.
You forgot your order.
What's the matter with her?
(grunts)
(sighs)
Mrs. Williams!
Mrs. Williams...
(screaming hysterically)
Stop it!
Stop it!
(sobbing)
Are you all right?
It'll be all right, Doris.
You'll see.
Who are you?
Linc, tell me, please.
A friend.
A-a friend of Eddie's?
And yours.
Now, Gus didn't kill,
at least not with this.
It hasn't been
cleaned in months.
(sobbing)
That's good.
It's a beginning.
Now, tell me about Gus.
You tried to cover for him.
You must love him very much.
But still, you seem
to be afraid of him.
Why, Doris?
You've seen,
you've seen that look,
that if a man even
talks to me, he's...
I never gave him reason
for that look, never once.
All right, then why?
Well, other men have
married women younger
than they are and made it work.
I think a man is... is what's
happened to him along the way.
He, he's always been
"Army," a career man first,
and... he had a, a first wife.
She deserved that look.
She needed men, every man,
but... she finally
ran away with one.
It almost killed him.
I married him a day after
the divorce came through.
I...
I didn't do him any favor.
Doris?
I lived in a small town
where, where he
had been stationed.
The population was 1,400.
I wanted... I
wanted to get away.
The Army meant
travel, glamour...
Don't you see?
I married him to...
just to get away.
But then a funny thing happened.
I fell in love with him.
I really fell in love with him.
GUS: Never ends, does it?
Gus, please, I...
All right, you got it
all wrong, Williams.
Uh-huh, first
Eddie and then him.
(grunts)
Gus, stop it!
Stop it for God's sake, please!
No, no!
Oh!
Stop it, Gus, stop it!
Oh!
Please, I beg you, stop!
Stop it!
Stop!
(sobbing)
Aah!
All right, now, you listen!
She didn't do nothing!
Do you understand that?!
(sobbing)
Doris.
Oh, Gus!
(scoffs)
That must have been
a pretty wild scene.
Oh, yeah, it's a shame you
couldn't have been ringside.
Williams fire you?
Not yet.
It's a Mexican standoff.
Yeah.
You know, man, he still
could have murdered Eddie
with another shotgun.
Right?
It doesn't make sense
that the guy would leave
the murder weapon
laying around the house.
Yeah, but you could grow
a beard trying to prove it.
Yeah, which leaves
us one lead: the Smiths,
if the captain
and those guys downtown
can get something
out of those fingerprints.
He'll be a step behind.
The Smiths pulled out
of camp an hour ago
and left no forwarding address.
Hey!
(in low voice): Why
don't you let Julie try,
she gets things done.
What did I do right?
That little trick with
the drinking glass?
Gave us a small
foot in a big door.
I did?
That charming Smith couple?
Prints say their real
name is Sanderson...
very large in drug traffic...
and very smart.
They have arrests
as long as your arm,
but not a single conviction.
They're gone, you know?
Yeah, we've got a full APB out.
We just want to locate them,
put a tail on them,
find out where they lead.
That still could
take a long time.
What do you care?
You're on a honeymoon.
True, true.
And you...
you'd better learn to duck.
For a man with one lead,
you're riding pretty high.
Yeah.
And you know why...
heroin.
I've seen kids
hooked on that stuff.
Lives washed down the drain.
You just give me
that much chance
against a pusher as
big as the Sandersons
and I'll walk across nails...
barefoot!
Here, don't you know
how to throw anything?
(soft rock playing)
Doris? Linc, let
it alone, please.
I can't.
I don't want to talk
about it anymore.
I've had enough for one day.
Why is it so important?
Doris, there are
things I can't tell you...
not yet.
I've told you, Eddie
did have a camera!
I have to have it.
It has something to
do with Gus, hasn't it?
It could prove he
didn't kill Eddie.
Or that he did?
Doris, I'm after the truth.
When it's all over,
you've still got to
come up with truth.
Live with it;
without it, there's nothing.
You found that out.
Eddie would want me to have it.
I need that camera.
(music stops)
The storage place
is the only place I...
It has to be the shed.
We were near it one day,
just talking, he had the camera.
He took a picture of me.
Then, when we left, he went
into the shed for a minute.
When he came out, he
didn't have the camera.
It's been searched,
top to bottom...
Nothing.
Doris, it must...
Maybe...
just maybe there is a place.
No one would ever
have reason to look there.
Now, that looks like
a good hiding place.
Yeah.
Nobody ever comes near it.
There's a new one outside.
Come on, we're stalling.
I'll try it.
'Course if it's not here,
we may as well fold up our tent.
Look, do you mind,
if you gotta pace,
will you do it right
where I can see you?
Hello?
Artie?
Look, you getting
paid by the hour now?
Well, where are they?
You were just gonna call me?
He was just gonna call me.
Now what have you got?
Yeah?
Yeah?
Wait, wait, wait.
He fits.
You did?
All right.
Keep going.
Yeah.
Yeah, that... that's only seven.
What about the...
All right, all right.
Soon as you can, huh?
Thanks.
No wonder Artie Dunn
never made lieutenant,
takes him an hour
to get to the point.
It's catching.
There was a full roll of film in
Eddie's camera, eight shots.
Dunn ran a make on seven
of them... trailer park guests.
Only one of them
has a rap sheet,
Willie Keeler, a
narcotics pusher.
First there's this Keeler,
and then there's the Sandersons.
There's not a doubt
in the world now...
we're chasing narcotics.
Yeah.
You said that there
were eight shots
on the film.
How come they
only checked seven?
Well, the eighth was
taken in the woods.
Two men, but taken
from a long way off.
Too far to make them out.
Lab's making a blowup;
they should be here any minute.
(sighs)
What do you think
chairs are for, Pete?!
Look, was there anything
on the Sandersons yet?
This quick?
Look, I assure you,
you'll be the first to know.
(door opens)
Here you are, Captain.
Thanks, Les,
Now the boys can
go back to their poker.
(door shuts)
LINC: Well, well...
a big cigar for the
Captain and the lab.
Half of one.
This is Sanderson, right?
But who's that?
It's Cliff Lucas.
He pumps gas for Ed Levering,
who runs the store
across the road.
Well, that's wild.
Yeah, it's widening out.
No.
I think it's narrowing in.
Well, let's make
up our mind, man.
All right, dig it.
Now we know the game...
drugs.
Well, let's say they're
using a Trailer Park
as a pick up point.
With Gus William" knowledge?
Or without it.
Anyway...
the buyer comes
through like any tourist.
He stays a few days
at the Trailer Park...
he makes the buy...
pays his cash...
picks up the drugs,
and he's on his way.
The happy vacationer.
Now who'd ever suspect?
Any arguments?
No, no arguments,
but I got a couple
of questions, man.
(knocking on
door) If you can't...
(clearing throat)
Oh, hi.
Mrs. Cochrane. Mr. Cochrane,
uh, telephone call for you
in the office.
Your, uh, Uncle Adam.
Who?
Uncle Adam.
Oh, Uncle Adam...
yes, indeed, good
old Uncle Adam.
That's wonderful.
Listen, you be
nice to him, darling,
'cause you know
all the money he has.
(whispering): Linc.
Now, that's gotta be important
for the Captain to take a
chance and blow cover.
On the desk over there.
Uncle Adam?
We were just talking about you.
(door closing)
Well?
Oh, Gus, don't you see?
If you can't trust one
person in this world...
you're better off dead.
How's your wealthy uncle?
They found the Sandersons in a
motel about ten miles from here
under a different name.
Solid.
It's looking better and better.
Huh?
The drug setup.
Yeah, I got a couple of
questions about that, man.
All right, lay it on me.
All right, now
say you're right...
and the stuff is
brought through here.
Who's the seller? The
guy who brings it here?
How is it brought here,
how is the sale made, and where?
Okay, slow down. And the buyer.
He gonna take the
chance on getting caught
when he leaves the
park with the stuff on him?
There's got to be a cover.
All right, no
fight, you're right.
But all I'm saying
is we got a piece.
Now we got a picture tying
Sanderson and Cliff Lucas,
Cliff to a nice little
man named Levering
who runs a store and cuts...
cuts...
cuts...
No, that's too far out.
Or is it?
It's simple, it's clean.
Why not?!
Any time...
No, it's too far out. You'd
laugh me out of town.
Linc?
Okay, besides, this is solo.
In this neck of the woods,
two guys is a crowd.
♪ ♪
(doorknob rattling)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(car approaching)
(car approaching)
(car door closing)
♪ ♪
The guy's an artist.
Yeah, and a pretty
good old actor, too.
Old Ed Levering, your friendly
neighborhood rock hound,
storekeeper and junk pusher.
This is fabulous, it'd
make a super compact.
Oh, man, the next
time I get married...
Hey, you know, it even
answers some of your questions.
Those buyers are real cool.
They operate right
out in the open.
They just wander over to the
store, plop down some money,
and pick up a pretty rock.
The real value is on the inside.
Solid.
Heroin, morphine,
anything for order.
And then when they
leave the trailer park,
they're home free.
Now, even if they're stopped,
they're just vacationers
and even have a
souvenir to prove it.
Smooth, man, very sm...
What?
Wait a minute.
Maybe that's why
the Sandersons are
still in that motel
down the road.
They got scared off, but
they still want to make a buy.
You got it.
Yeah, so what do we do with it?
Well, shall we tell
the Captain or what?
Why frustrate him?
The Captain's too smart to
step in now and make an arrest.
What charge?
Making hollow rocks?
We know the theory works,
but we can't prove a word
of it. Yeah... you're right.
Hey, unless...
Hey, maybe...
Hey, where's your gear box?
There's something I'll
need for in the morning.
What are you
gonna do, go fishing?
Just hope I'm
using the right bait.
Over there.
So you're quitting Gus Williams.
I sure am sorry to hear that.
Yeah, for a better job.
For a new fella in town,
you're sure making progress.
You could say that.
Who you gonna work for now?
You. Me?
Well, you know that Cliff
works for me here now.
I wasn't thinking about
a job, Mr. Levering;
it's more like a partnership.
How's 25%?
(laughing)
What on earth you
talking about, son?
Well, a lot of things.
Like a picture tying
Cliff to Sanderson.
Like one of your little
rocks that's missing.
A hollow one.
I'm an agate man, myself.
And Cliff... I hope he hasn't
got a sore neck this morning.
I didn't mean to
hit him that hard.
You?
Me.
No good, baby.
A friend of mine has your
little rock and the story.
They find me dead, you're dead.
And now don't take
it so hard, Levering.
There's a lot of
profits in "junk."
You must be making
money hand over fist.
You'll hardly even miss the 25%.
I'll need time to think it over.
Well, now you take
all the time you need.
Right up until
tomorrow morning...
partner.
How did he take it?
Like a 25% raise in taxes.
Mind if I go next time?
Well, that's tonight.
So?
You're a honeymooner.
How quickly they forget.
(engine starting)
LEVERING (on tape):
Now don't panic, boy.
CLIFF: 25%?! Be a lot
cheaper if I just kill him.
LEVERING: Like you killed Eddie
Sweeney? Where'd that get us?
CLIFF: Well, what
did you want me to do?
He was getting close...
Took that picture of
Sanderson and me!
LEVERING: Now you just
shut up and listen to me.
Sanderson called a while ago.
He still wants to make the buy,
but waiting around
got him nervous.
Now either we
deliver in the morning
or else he's gonna
shop someplace else.
CLIFF: That's 60 grand!
LEVERING: And I
don't intend to lose it.
So you phone Walker,
tell him to make the
delivery, 10:00 in the morning.
But not here.
There's a little
place just off of...
(audio stops)
You're putting me on.
What a place for
the tape to run out.
Yeah.
Along with our luck.
Oh boy.
Well, what do we do now?
We got nothing.
Well, we got Cliff Lucas.
The man said there's a
meeting in the morning.
We'd better get
ourselves invited.
(engine roaring)
♪ ♪
(tires squealing)
There he goes.
♪ ♪
15 grand.
Want to count it?
Not especially.
If you're short, my boss
will drop you in the lake.
I wish I were in your end.
You can sell this for $60,000.
You got something
against a profit in business?
(engine revving)
♪ ♪
It's gonna go. Let's
get behind the truck.
(explosions)
Man, look at that.
Look at this.
How am I gonna tell my
wife I dented the truck?
Uh-uh.
Hmm?
Hmm.
Wow, this is wild. What is this?
Cider... an old country drink.
There's a lot to
say for the country.
Yes, may I help you?
Captain.
Mr. and Mrs. Williams, I'd
like you to meet Captain Greer.
Hello. Pleased to
meet you, Mrs. Williams.
My pleasure, Mr. Williams.
Likewise, I'm sure.
Uh, Captain...
That's not the Army?
Not exactly, Mr. Williams.
No. I'm beginning to understand.
Very grateful to you, Linc.
DORIS: We're very grateful.
Yes.
Come back... soon.
Solid.
Please do.
Captain, how about a nice,
fresh glass of country cider?
Pass, I'm driving.
(laughter) Come on,
let's beat the traffic.
Bye-bye.
Bye. Bye-bye.
Come up off-season sometime,
Captain, we'll, uh, wet a line.
We'll try. Right.
Nothing like a smiling Captain.
Believe it.
Levering's down at the
Sheriff's office cooperating.
Talking.
Sheesh, you can't shut him up.
There'll be a lot of
big people picked up
before this day's over.
In that case, you
won't mind a favor.
Go right ahead, name it.
We're all bushed.
What if we took a few days off?
No gratitude.
What?
Well, you just had a nice,
long weekend in the country.
(chuckles)