Tenspeed and Brown Shoe (1980): Season 1, Episode 14 - Diamonds Aren't Forever - full transcript

Here we have one diamond.

You gave me a stolen car.
I'm driving my parents in a stolen car.

- Who are you?
- Camilla Caras.

I'm Lionel Whitney.

I'm Agent Convoy.

- Organised Crime Strikeforce.
- Organised Crime?

You masqueraded as an FBI agent.
That's a federal crime.

I don't want to hear this right now.
I'm trying to think of something to do.

No, this pillow isn't our property.

They patted me on the back
and asked if I wanted an ice-cream.

- Looking for diamonds.
- Diamonds?



Diamonds, that's what everybody's
looking for.

You find them and kill them.

- What are you doing in this business?
- I'm sorry, Mom.

Our president wishes to commend
the Lionel Whitney Agency.

Where are they taking you?
What the hell's going on?

I'll be in touch.

Giddy-giddy-gai.

- Hey.
- Hey, Lionel.

- Is it Arbour Day?
- I picked them up at the market.

Plants can make a big difference.

They can really change the whole room,
soften any structural harshness.

I think I made a big mistake
with this colour.

I thought it would brighten things up
but it makes everything else look dingy.

Here, please. I don't have much time.



The guy at the store said this stuff
was odourless. It smells awful.

The fumes are overpowering.
What are you doing?

- What are you waiting for?
- For a break in the monologue.

You're rambling on like a tambourine
at a church revival.

- No time for what?
- My parents are coming.

My dad called last night.
They'll arrive tomorrow.

Hey, man. That's great.

Who am I kidding?

This place is never going to look like
anything but a low-rent, second-rate...

- You love this place, don't you?
- Yes.

It has atmosphere but not the kind
that's appreciated by my father.

He's the vice president
of the Allied Insurance Group.

He appreciates and relates
to boardrooms and penthouse suites.

You're getting started.

- Where was your father 20 years ago?
- A penthouse suite.

- His uncle was chairman of the board.
- Oh.

Let's face it, this place makes me
look unsuccessful.

I don't know what I'll do at the airport

picking them up in my car,
the 3 of us and luggage.

You can borrow my station wagon.

You don't have one.

It's a loaner. You want it, you got it.
If you want a penthouse, OK.

No, thanks, not that kind of penthouse.

I need to impress my dad,

make him think I'm doing well
in business but no thanks.

You don't want my penthouse?
You don't trust me.

You put words in my mouth.
It's not that I don't trust you.

You don't trust me.

- I do trust you.
- You do?

- Yes.
- Then you've got nothing to worry about.

In what sense?

I haven't done anything wrong.
You pull me out of my office.

You drag me to the Federal Building
but won't tell me why.

Agent Convoy will explain everything.
Agent Convoy.

Arnett promises to cooperate, right?
Suddenly, he develops a shaky memory.

Crusoe's got his lawyers there.
They want a dismissal.

I've got to get down to the courthouse.

But that 1655's solid.
We ran it through OTEP.

I know, I know. It's not solid
that Arnett's going to renege.

Just in case, I want you
to call Torvet at IRS.

Tell him to lay a little pressure
to bring his memory around.

What about Mr Brandowyn?
He manages Century City office complex.

Brandowyn. You been briefed?

No. I'm still trying to figure out
what you want with me.

I'm Agent Charles Convoy, Organised
Crime Strikeforce, Washington DC.

Organised Crime?

This wouldn't have anything to do
with my trip to Las Vegas, would it?

Look, all the guy said was,
"Could I buy you a drink?" That's all.

If I had known he was Vincent Frachet,
THE Vincent Frachet...

I know you guys keep a look-out for him.
But all it was was one drink.

I'm not involved in organised crime,
I swear!

Brandowyn, I don't have time for this.

I have to get to the courthouse.
That shows up in your dossier anyway.

The FBI has a doss-yeh on me?

- Dossier.
- Dossier.

We had to clear you through terminal 21,
multiple computers,

before we could approach,
you understand.

Of course I understand.

We're interested in a man who's been
operating out of Century City.

Your building will give us
a perfect vantage point.

We could set up a section for
surveillance there.

You want to borrow an office?

For a few days, a week at most.

If you're agreeable, I'll stop by after
court and we'll find something suitable.

I'm happy to cooperate in any way I can.

It's men like you who make my job
easier.

- Thank you very much.
- Yes, sir.

- Do you mind standing over there?
- Over there? Yes, sir.

If you sound official, you don't have
to make sense. Thanks for the mark.

You got it, E.L.

Velda Marie Bergen ruled her family
with strict autocratic authority.

Hers was a brood of doctors,
lawyers and architects.

She was a tough cookie.
Savage saw the arrogant surprise

of her half-raised
professionally-arched left eyebrow.

$34 million bought a country fiddle
with enough yea-sayers to dance to it.

Oh, yes, Velda Marie had style
and a wardrobe to match

but Savage knew better than to succumb
to her threatening dominance.

680 from Boston arriving at gate 9.

You didn't have to come out to the
airport. We could have taken a cab.

If you're between jobs right
now, and things are slow...

No, we have a fairly heavy caseload,

not that we're inundated
or anything like that

but we keep busy.

- It's so good to see you again.
- It's good to see you, both of you.

Did I tell you that
I received the sweetest note from Bunny?

- Did I mention it?
- Yes, Mom. You sent it to me.

Wasn't that a sweet note?

No recriminations, no bitterness.

Breaking off our engagement was mutual.

It wasn't. Bunny's heart was broken.

Bunny flew to Las Vegas with Ted Westman
the day after we broke up.

And you took that to mean
a lack of interest in you?

She flew to Las Vegas to escape,
to salvage something of her pride.

Harriet, can we save this
until we get to the hotel?

You know what I think?

Bunny's waiting for you to get this
detective nonsense out of your system.

- Harriet.
- Well, it is nonsense. We all know that.

You've said so often enough.

I can remember when I was growing up...

I'm not growing up, Mom. I'm 28.

Well, that's true.
I was a good deal younger than that.

But I can remember how firm I was

wanting to make something of my life,
something different, exciting.

So what did you do?

I couldn't really decide on anything,

so I married your father.

So business is booming?

Well, no,

it's not what you could honestly call
booming but we keep busy.

When we get to the hotel,
I'm calling Bunny.

Please don't do that.

Your father and I could hardly come here
and not see her.

She was practically family.

I'll arrange a nice quiet little dinner,
just the four of us.

It will be like old times: you, Bunny.

No, please, I mean it.
I really don't want you to call Bunny.

Are you alright? Are you OK?

Not too much damage.
A little paint gone.

I'd better leave my name and address
so the authorities can contact me.

Scrupulous. Absolutely scrupulous.

Where do you suppose he gets that?

So, after you ruined my car?

I didn't ruin it, just banged it up a
little Sorry. It was a stupid accident.

My mom was talking about Bunny,
getting us back together, having dinner.

- I got rattled.
- Your mom makes you nervous?

- She makes everybody nervous.
- I see.

This will take the pressure off
from your daddy.

- My daddy.
- Your daddy.

- Incredible.
- You no see nothing yet, my friend.

Ta-dah!

- Like it?
- Like it?

- Well?
- Well, it's incredible.

I had the pick of a lot of empties
on the floor but this is the finest one.

I think so. You had your pick?

The manager gives it to you

with compliments
and permission to use it one week.

- You want it? You got it.
- I do want it.

I can't believe it.
Once Dad sees this, that will be that.

How can he bring out the blandishments
in the face of all this?

You haven't seen anything yet.

How can I thank you?
You don't know what this means to me.

I think I do.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Who are you?

I hope I didn't startle you.
I'm Camilla Caras.

Lionel Whitney of the Whitney Agency.
This is Mr Turner, my associate.

How did you get in here?

- The door was unlocked.
- Unlocked?

You must have engaged the offices.
I didn't know.

I work for Ernst Gudergast,
the former tenant.

He left quite unexpectedly
and the offices were closed.

- Today, I discovered I had lost my...
- Earring?

- No.
- No?

My gold pen.
It was a gift from my late husband.

It means a great deal to me.

- If it turns up, we'll give you a call.
- Thank you.

You're very kind. I'm in the process of
moving, I'll just call you, if I may.

This may sound like
an overly harsh judgement on my part,

may even sound cynical
but I'm not sure I believe that woman.

No kidding.

I wonder if she really lost
her gold pen,

or worked for Ernst Gudergast, whoever
he is, and why he left so unexpectedly.

Maybe it's all part of what
she considers good housekeeping.

Whatever she was looking for, you can
bet she wasn't on a sentimental journey.

I must admit,
this isn't at all what I expected.

You said it was small
but conveniently located in Hollywood.

- Is this Century City?
- Absolutely right.

The office I described
is small and conveniently located.

This one's large and conveniently
located in a different location.

Wasn't it wonderful talking to Bunny?
I knew I was right in calling her.

- Didn't she sound exactly the same?
- Exactly the same.

E.L. must have been called away
on a case.

We have deliberately
kept to a skeletal staff.

Discretion is our watchword.

Oh, I'll have to get that fixed.
Probably just needs a new light bulb.

- Well, this is very nice, Lionel.
- It is, isn't it?

I find a solid atmosphere is
very reassuring for people in trouble.

Wait till you see the view.

- This, of course, is a closet.
- Look at that, Walt.

Nice, very nice. Lots of room.

That must be E.L. I don't know
why he closed the outside door.

I'm very anxious for you to meet him.

What's going on here? Who are you?
Look what you've done to the wall.

- Stop right where you are.
- Lionel.

You will please take your hand away
from that telephone.

Mr...

Mr Whitney.

They're getting away!

What the hell is going on around here?

We could all have been killed.
Do you realise that? He had a gun.

I'm sorry. They wouldn't have hurt you.
I wouldn't have let them.

- I'd have defended you to the death.
- Oh, dear God.

Ambassador Couru
of the sovereign state of Bonne Nuit.

Forgive intrusion, but our president...

- What are you doing in this business?
- I'm sorry, Mom.

Our president wishes to commend
the Lionel Witney Agency and you, sir,

for your excellence in resolving
a matter of international consequences.

- Your European offices...
- Yes, thank you very much.

And all of the smuggling
on our Western borders has ceased

for the first time in 200 years.

What office is this? A mystery woman...

Be cool.

Two guys tearing the wall,
one carrying a German Luger.

- Lionel!
- I'm sorry, Mom.

On behalf of a grateful nation,
I have a bonus of $20,000 for you.

Play money?
Did you knock over a kindergarten?

I'm doing what I can. Be cool.

Our Prime Minister sends his regards.
Forgive the intrusion.

How can you be so stupid? We didn't know
the office had been rented.

Don't worry. He doesn't know
what we were looking for.

You don't think
you piqued his curiosity?

Maybe he's found it
and called the police.

Or in keeping with human nature,
maybe he's already put it safely away.

What then, Schmidt?

- Do exactly as I say.
- Yes, just tell me what you want.

- I want Whitney.
- Yes, sir.

- You'll feel better back at the hotel.
- I'll never get better, ever.

Oh, I'm hyperventilating.

I've to get to the hotel. I'll do deep
breathing in a paper bag, always helps.

The car's right there, Mom.

Well, Mrs Whitney.

- Turner, my associate.
- Mr Whitney.

- My dad.
- Mr Whitney.

We've to get back to the hotel.
My mom's not feeling too well.

I understand. I want to speak
to Mr Brandowyn about a few things.

Enjoy your stay. Your mother's lovely.

- Thank you. See you later.
- Mr Whitney.

That was very thoughtful of him.

This has been an incredible day. I hope
I'll feel better for dinner tonight.

Excuse me.

Something wrong?

The sign said the only parking exception
was on Tuesday for street cleaning.

- Is this your car?
- No, it's actually not my car.

- I borrowed this to pick my parents up.
- Up against the car, please.

- What's the matter, son?
- Nothing. Just a misunderstanding.

Spread eagle.

I'm Lionel Whitney
from the Lionel Whitney Agency.

- We've got a paper hanger here.
- I can explain that money.

- You'll have to come with us, sir.
- I don't understand.

- What am I supposed to have done?
- Grand theft auto.

You've a right to remain silent.

Anything you say will be used against
you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one,
one will be provided.

- You understand these rights?
- Yes. Can I talk to my parents?

Where are they taking you?
What is going on?

I'll be in touch.

Yes, sir. I got the papers right here.

I can't find them. I don't know
where it is. Can't find my card.

I'm sitting out by the Black Barn Hotel
getting a tan by the pool.

- Suddenly, the office calls me.
- Mr Hickby, I don't need your card.

- Just sign a complaint.
- I'm sorry, sir. I can't be doing that.

I had it up to here bailing that yo-yo
out every time he goes take a spin.

- A little spin, that's what he calls it.
- Yeah, I know.

- Just sign there, will you?
- Here it is.

It's all in Mr Hague's letter.

- What's this?
- A letter from Mr Hague.

He is the owner of the car.
He doesn't want to press charges.

What do you mean
he doesn't want to press charges?

Captain, the man you have upstairs
is Mr Hague's nephew.

Now, he likes to think of him as simple,

but between you and me...

the man is certifiable.

Nothing upstairs but silly putty.

He loves to walk around the streets
with play money in his pockets.

He had some on him
when he was picked up.

Yeah. Looky here.
Want to see his psychiatric report?

Here it is. Looky here. Look.

The man is a manic depressive
with pronounced schizoid tendencies,

whatever that is.

I just want to get him
on a plane to Cincinnati

to get him back in treatment,
I hope it works.

I'd appreciate if you'd expedite
them papers as soon as possible.

I should book you on filing
a false report.

I didn't file it.
I'm just here to smooth things over.

- A waste of manpower and money.
- You probably got something there.

You're probably right. He'd appreciate
it if you'd move it right along.

Since I'm here anyway, I might as well
pick up the car that he was driving.

Let's see. It was a '75 Ford wagon.

Licence plate number 641-QNI.

- How are you doing, buddy?
- Nothing to say to you.

- I got you out of there!
- You got me in there.

You gave me a stolen car.
I'm driving around my parents in it.

It was a misunderstanding. They gave
it back to us and dropped the charges.

They were patting me on the back
asking if I wanted an ice-cream cone.

- We've to get to the office.
- Why?

- You know who had that office before us?
- Yes. A man named Gudergast.

A diamond merchant named Ernst Gudergast.
He left this planet unexpectedly.

- He was shot to death.
- In our office?

Do you know what that means?
There are diamonds in our office.

That's what everybody's looking for.
Where are you going?

To find out if my parents
are still speaking to me.

We're taking Bunny to dinner
at the hotel.

There are diamonds in our office.
Do you hear what I'm saying? Lionel!

You work late.

So do you.
You mind putting that thing away?

I was afraid Van Cott
or his hoodlums might be here.

I see they have been.

They didn't leave any names.

They were responsible for the panel
work. The rest is mine.

- We're all on a diamond hunt, eh?
- How did you know?

You get your office rifled enough,
you begin to ask questions.

Ah. Who's Van Cott?

Rival merchant,
but he has no claim to that stone.

- That stone. So, there's only one.
- Only one. Grade D. Flawless.

42 carats at $85,000 a carat.

That's... I give.

- Over $3.5 million.
- Is that right?

Ernst was killed for it,
only they didn't get the stone.

They won't hesitate to kill again.

Somebody's trying to get in.

- Van Cott!
- Yeah?

- Is there a back door?
- Yes. That way.

Wait, is there an alarm system running?

Behind the desk.

Wait here.

If we can't search, they can't search.
Let's go.

Isn't this fabulous?

Of course, I can only speak for myself,

but I'll be willing to bet
that Lionel thinks it's fabulous too.

Yes, extremely.

It just feels so right.
Do you know what I mean, Mom?

Oh, gee, that just slipped out.

Force of habit, I guess.
I'm sorry, Mrs Whitney.

- Mrs Whitney? Did you hear that?
- It's Mom and Dad, young lady.

You came too close to being our daughter
to go all formal on us now.

And as for the future, well, who knows?

Oh, Mom!

I imagine Lionel will have
something to say about that.

Isn't this nice?

Just the four of us.
A nice, cosy dinner.

Thank you.

Are you sure you won't have
something to start with, Bunny?

Oh, no, thank you. I think
I'll have some of Lionel's.

Isn't that what you ordered
that night up in San Francisco?

- Prosciutto and melon, yeah.
- That's right.

At that darling little
Italian restaurant.

They have marvellous
Italian restaurants up there.

Daddy won't touch the food,

but I just love those darling
little wine bottles they have.

The waiters, how they flirt with you!
Lionel was so jealous, weren't you?

Sure you don't want
an order for yourself?

And the cable cars.
The ride after dinner. Remember that?

Mother says I'm too young to have all
these memories but I can't help it.

How is your mother?
Fabulous. Absolutely fabulous.

- Ah, Daddy said to say hello, Lionel
- He did?

I know you think he's still angry
but he really isn't.

Good. I'm glad.

When Daddy gave you
that absolutely fabulous opportunity,

A job that most men I know
would kill for and you turned him down,

Naturally, he was a little upset
at the time, but he understood.

He didn't understand, Bunny.
He was furious.

I guess I know what he said.

He said,
"Let him get it out of his system."

I'm not going to get it out of my
system. I love being a PI.

Honestly, Lionel. I mean,
everybody adores Humphrey Bogart.

I just revere him. Why, I've even stood
in line for 'Casablanca'.

But eventually, we all grow up.
At least, I hope so.

I'm not going to get it out
of my system.

You can say that
after what happened today.

I thought it might have
brought you to your senses.

I thought this was going to be
a nice, quiet dinner.

It is.

There they are.

Wait. Lionel's been having
a rough time with his family.

Things aren't going too terrific.
Look. They look grim over there.

- Can't this wait a bit?
- If you value his life, he'd be warned.

You're awfully standoffish tonight.

- If you're thinking about Ted Westman...
- I'm not thinking about Ted Westman.

- Lionel. Excuse me, Miss.
- What are you doing here with Mrs Caras?

Too late. Get behind me.

Don't bother to introduce me.
Please, don't bother to introduce me.

Outside, all of you. Now!

- Schmidt.
- Yes, sir?

What is the meaning of this?

We're the ones deserving
of an explanation, Mr...

- Van Cott.
- Mr Van Cott.

These two men vandalised my office.
They made a shambles at the...

- Told you to bring me Whitney.
- This is Whitney.

You were told to bring Whitney!

Not Caras, not...

Dwight. Dwight Apperton, sir.

Pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm
the banquet director at Sherman Hotel.

Talk about being
in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Working on this bar-mitzvah...

- We're talking about the diamond, right?
- Mr Turner.

- You know where it is?
- And there's only one?

It's at the office.

Splendid.

Schmidt will accompany you

and when you return with the diamond,
I shall release you and your friends.

He won't. He already killed Ernst.
He can't afford to let us go.

She has a point, E.L.

Of course, so does Mr Van Cott.

If it's all the same to you, I'd rather
not be driving around the city.

Traffic's bad enough as it is
and at night, traffic is a killer.

So am I.

And we'll start with Mrs Caras, I think.

This is insane. We're in the middle
of downtown Los Angeles.

You can't just murder 3 people
in an office building.

- How would you dispose of our bodies?
- I wouldn't have to.

You came in through the basement.

We'll make sure that the lock appears
to have been forced.

You attempt to rob me, I shot you
protecting my life and property.

I see. It'll probably work.

I want to ensure the fact
we all get out of here with our lives.

You can understand that.

So, let's get ourselves
an understanding here.

These 2 yumyums come back to the office
with me. We'll make the trade there.

That's the deal. Without me,
you haven't got the diamond.

And you are absolutely sure?

I put my hands right on it.

You take us for fools?
That is not the diamond.

Gudergast had no time
for such an elaborate ruse.

We followed him from the airport.

- He had only a few minutes before...
- Killed him.

You must have had that designed
to thwart thieves and...

Murderers.

Mr Van Cott said to kill you first.

So this is a mutual admiration society?
We got a deal, right?

Not until we have the diamond.

Diamond. Alright?

Do you made stepping back
for my easy-to-understand demonstration?

One step.

Thank you.

I'll go slow for those
who have problems understanding.

- Don't push it, E.L.
- I'm not pushing.

Here we have one diamond.

One diamond, as we all know,
cuts glass, right?

Here we have glass. I want you to take
a good look at that glass, right?

There it is and here we've the diamond.
Watch this very closely.

- I'll take that.
- I figured you would.

A little humour.

Alright. Everybody out.

We'll see how Mr Van Cott
wishes to dispose of you.

I think not.
One false move and I activate the alarm.

- That's only a light switch.
- You sure?

This isn't just any bar but the bar
of a prominent diamond merchant.

A light switch or an alarm?

You got what Van Cott
sent you for, right?

- Very cute. Very cute.
- Yes, you were marvellous, both of you.

We really showed some teamwork.
We went rather well, didn't we?

It was teamwork and imagination.
It was Mark Savage-esque.

- Let's go.
- Good thinking, E.L.

They'll be back and...

We have about 40 minutes
before he finds it's not a real diamond.

- It's got to be in there somewhere.
- E.L!

Don't. This pillow isn't our property.

I'd ask for an explanation
but I'm afraid to.

We're redecorating.
Yes, we are redecorating.

I know it doesn't look like
very much right now

but Miss Caras
has some marvellous ideas.

We're stripping down the pillows and
going for more of a spare sort of shape.

The Oriental look, you know what I mean?
The Oriental look.

We've got to order some Oriental
antiques, put them on the attaché there.

- Don't you think?
- We're looking for diamonds.

- Diamonds?
- Diamonds?

That's great. Now everybody knows.

- You're wasting your time with the sofa.
- Yeah?

Ernst only had a couple of minutes

from when he entered office
until Van Cott's men got to him.

It's got to be someplace accessible.

Some place like...

The lights!

Excuse me, please.

There.

I should have thought of this before.
It's a natural.

You said he was going to put it in
the safe but he didn't have time.

Van Cott's guerrillas must have followed
him from the airport.

So he hid it, but not in here.

This must seem a little bizarre to you,
Actually, it is bizarre.

OK, alright. Where else could it be?
It wasn't found on the body.

- Body?
- Yes, I can explain that.

This isn't my office.

I've an office but it's small
and I wanted impress you,

so E.L. as a gesture of friendship -
I'm sure you can appreciate that,

borrowed this one.

He didn't know that a man
had been murdered here.

Walt.

- I can't take any more.
- Let's get her down, Dad.

Would you like
a nice cool glass of water?

You're not exhaling, Harriet.

You have to exhale.

This will make you feel better.
Just like you like it. Two cubes, see?

- Not too cold.
- Yes.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Lionel, what are you doing?

It was in the icemaker.
He put it in the icemaker.

- Hey!
- It's the diamond.

That's it. May I?

Hey, hey, there may be a reward on that.

We're talking about
a $3.5 million stone, man!

- It had to be insured.
- It is.

I have what I came for.
Over there, to the wall.

You too.

Thank you for your help. I know
Ernst would have wanted me to have it.

- You're not calling the cops.
- Of course I am.

I'm tired of people bursting in here,
waving guns, terrifying my mother.

- You can't call the cops.
- Why not?

Because Mr Brandowyn would not
understand

why an FBI agent would call the cops
after ruining a suite.

You masqueraded as an FBI agent?
That's a federal crime.

I don't want to hear this right now.
I'm trying to think of something to do.

- Trust me.
- Trust you?

Trust him?

Why would I do a stupid thing like that?

This is it. This is the old office.

This is where we hang the old
trenchcoat. Want to lie down, Mom?

No, I just want to go back to the hotel.

No, I'm afraid you can't do that.

Those two men from earlier
who left the Luger behind,

they're looking for the diamond
and they're pretty desperate characters.

Here's the couch.

Oh, Lionel. Diamonds and dead bodies.

Well, only one of each.

You were never any trouble as a child.

All the things
I went through with Marian.

Even your father doesn't know the things
I went through with your sister.

But you, you were always so reliable.
I don't understand what happened.

Mrs Whitney, if I may.

- All this is my fault.
- That's not true. It's not your fault.

Yes, it is. I was the one
who finessed the office suite.

From the beginning,
I was pushing for more flash, you know.

Pile carpets, sinographs on the wall,
the whole...

- We should have just finished painting.
- Is that what I smell?

Yes, that's what you smell.

It's small but we don't have
a killer overhead.

For someone just starting out
in this business, that's not bad.

- Thank you, E.L.
- You're welcome.

- It's not like we can't afford more.
- No, that's not true.

The truth is we can't afford more,
I can't yet.

That's not to say
we're not doing some business.

As a matter of fact...

We took out this ad in the phone book.
Here, it's a full quarter page.

Artwork and everything.
What do you think?

- It doesn't look anything like you.
- It's a sketch, not a photograph.

Who's this Wysocky fellow?

Fred Wysocky? Sometimes we use him
for our overflow. Nothing big.

Just a bread and butter PI.

Well, it's half a page.

A guy like Wysocky,
you have to advertise big.

Nice boldface type, real eye-catcher.

Look at this, Harriet.

- That's me right there, Mom.
- Oh.

I'm exhausted.

Did I tell you that Bunny was in tears
when we took her home?

Really? I'm sorry, Mom.

Dougal McKendrick was as cheap
as a bottle of muscatel

and smelled only slightly better.

No, Dad, that's...

He lay at the bottom of Mark Savage's
elevator shaft,

proof positive that the quickest way
down is not always the best.

This sounds like a family affair.
I think I will bug out.

Lionel.

I swore that I wasn't going to say
anything to you but I have to.

I'm your father
and I have a responsibility.

- Now, I've never asked you for anything.
- No, sir.

I've seen you through chickenpox
and the finest schools

and broken engagements
and I've never asked a thing in return.

I know that, sir.

Well, I am asking it now.

I want you to get on a plane
and go home with us.

Will you, Lionel?

I can't.

I'm doing what I want to be doing.
I love everything about my work.

I mean, I really enjoy it.

Enjoy? Did you hear that, Harriet?

But what on earth has that to do
with anything Lionel?

Do you think your father enjoys
the insurance business?

I'm sorry if he doesn't.

We're all sorry, Lionel.

I'm not interested in either apologies
or excuses.

Does this look like a diamond to you?

It's glass!

- He cut the mirror with it.
- Shut up.

We'll go back to the office and...

And find them waiting for you.

You're the fools. They aren't.

What if they've contacted the police?

They know who's responsible for his
death. What's to stop them from talking?

- We'll...
- Find them.

You find them and you kill them.

I don't see why we can't go
to the hotel to pick up our things.

Nobody will be waiting for us
this time of the morning.

We can't take that chance, Mom.

As soon as things cool down, we'll go
to the hotel and pick up your things.

Sorry about your back. I wish
there was something I could do.

It's alright. I'll have Dr Wayman
have a look at home.

I told you to take the couch, Walt.

It said it was alright.

Allow me.

Van Cott.

I'm a black belt in karate.

And you enjoy this, Lionel?

Well, maybe not this.
No, maybe not enjoy.

No, wait. I'm not being honest
when I say that.

I did enjoy it, Dad.

I mean, we got them.
We got the bad guys.

Didn't you feel like your blood stopped
pumping there? Feel adrenaline going?

And have a coronary?
That's not my idea of fun.

Things have gotten
completely out of hand.

Just think, Mom, you helped
to apprehend a murderer.

You were terrific!
Lionel, you should have seen her.

You were wonderful.

They got Van Cott and those goons
and put them under lock and key.

They'll put out an APB on Camilla Caras.

When she's locked up,
we're due a substantial reward

from the insurance company.

Yes. It's always the insurance company
that has to pay.

Most of the money will go
to repair the office suite.

- Probably.
- Ok, up against the car.

- Lionel.
- I explained that, officer.

I'm Lionel Whitney of the Lionel...

- Now.
- We'd better do it, Mom.

Just put your hands on top of the hood.

I shall do no such thing. Why should I?

Driving a hot one, lady.

Book them on a GTA and sort out the rest
of this mess down at this station.

You stole it twice?

No, no. It is not stolen. No, listen.
It's a friend of mine.

You remember Candy, right?

He runs this car lot.
He lent me this unofficially.

They will drop the charges,
trust me. I mean...

I'm sorry, Mom.

Lionel... Lionel.