The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries (1977–1979): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Mystery of the Diamond Triangle - full transcript

(male narrator)
Tonight, Nancy Drew

in The Mystery
of the Diamond Triangle.

(Nancy) George, you know,
the Diamond Triangle Award is

the highest award you can win
in the soaring society.

Going up.

Will you get me off
at the complaint department?

I want to report you
for giving me butterflies.

(George) Nancy, you conned me into this.

I told you I was learning
for my Diamond Triangle Award.

You conned me.

All right,
I needed a witness.



We'll have to have somebody
there to verify you did it.

[sighing] I don't think I'm gonna
live long enough to be a witness.

I've got
terminal airsickness.

(Nancy) We'll be back at
Willow Field in 20 minutes.

I really appreciate it,
George.

You know how difficult
this Triangle Award is.

(George) Yeah, you
get a Diamond Triangle,

and I get
a nervous breakdown.

(Nancy) I don't see
Ned down there. Do you?

No, but then
I have my eyes closed.

Ned, come in.
Where are you?

Where are you? Come in.

I got lost.
I took a wrong turn.

But I can see you.



Hey, look behind you.
There's a squall comin' up.

A squall!

[thunder rumbling]

Nancy, it's catching up
with us. Do something.

Nothing to worry about.
We'll just stay ahead of it.

(Ned)
Are you all right?

I've been in worse
than this before.

We'll make it.

[thunder rumbling]

Nancy, the lightning.
It hit us.

It was not even close.

Not even close?

There goes my
Diamond Triangle Award.

Ned, I'm not gonna be able
to make it to home base.

I'm gonna have to make
an emergency landing.

Hang in there, George.

We'll be down
in a few minutes.

That's what I'm afraid of.

There's an open field there,
just past those hills.

[crashing]

George!
What?

Ned, I just saw a car go
off the road into a ravine.

Call the Sheriff.

I'll give you
the exact location.

Better move it.
We're going to get soaked.

Don't worry, there's lots
of time before the storm.

I feel like I've been over
Niagara Falls in a Baggie.

How do you think I feel?

I'm sorry.
It was supposed to be sunny.

This ought to make you feel
a little bit better.

Thank you.
Thanks.

I'm sorry you didn't get
your Diamond Triangle, Nancy.

It's all right.
We'll make it next time.

We? You'll make it.

[doorbell rings]

That robe fits you
beautifully, Ned.

Oh, Mr. Drew.

Sheriff.

Is Ned Nickerson here?
Yes.

I have some questions I have
to ask him about the accident.

Oh, sure. Come on in.

[door closes]

Ned, uh, the Sheriff had
some questions to ask you

concernin' the accident
you reported.

Oh, is the driver all right?

Nancy,
there was no driver.

Mr. Nickerson-

(Nancy)
No driver?

No driver, no car.

Ned, you'll have to come down
to the office with me.

Office? Why?

Nancy.

We encourage everybody
to report accidents,

even anything suspicious,
but on all prank calls...

Prank!

...the over-sheriff
has demanded

that we have
complete investigation.

It was no prank. I saw it.

You saw it?

From the sailplane.
George was with me.

Well, I would have
seen it, too,

but my eyes were closed.

Sheriff, if Nancy
says she saw something,

then I'm sure
she saw something.

Something, perhaps,
but a car it wasn't.

Going around that barricade we
broke the axle on the patrol car.

What barricade?

(Sheriff} Nancy, that road's
been closed for three years,

ever since
the bridge was washed out.

Well, maybe the driver
drove out.

A tank couldn't
have made it,

and there's no other way
in or out.

Now you'll have
to come along with me.

I'll go with you, Ned. We'll
get this cleared up in no time.

But I saw the car.
Ned only reported it.

Nancy, let me
handle it, please.

Come on, Ned.
See if your clothes are dried.

I guess it just
goes to prove

that you can't believe
everything you see.

Not on your life.

It just means we're gonna
have to take a closer look.

(George) Maybe a tow
truck hauled the car out

before the police got there.

I checked that out
this morning.

No tow trucks
reported in this area

since the bridge
washed out.

Here's the barricade where
they had to get out and walk.

I wanna take a closer look.

Come on.

We're on the ground now, so
you can keep your eyes open.

Nancy, I've worked on a lot
of important cases with you.

There's no need
for you to tell...

What is it?

This is snake country
if ever I saw it.

Come on.

No wonder they broke an axle.
It figures.

But if this is
the only way in...

Well, then why are we
looking for a car that-

that couldn't
possibly be there?

Because I saw it.

[birds chirping]

[bird cawing]

What was that?

That's a loon.

They hang out
at Lake Arbutus.

Why's he
laughing at us?

Okay, this is a dead-end road
with a washed-out bridge,

so you can't get
here by car, right?

Right.

Then how could a car
have been here yesterday?

Because I saw it,
George.

[twig snapping]

George,
did you hear something?

No. Did you?

Right here is where
it went off the road.

If only the rain hadn't washed
away the tracks, we could prove it.

I saw a movie once.

The car disappeared
into quicksand.

George, this isn't quicksand.
Come on.

Be careful.

Well, there's no sign
of any car.

Would've needed a tow truck
to get it out of here.

At least one.

And you said there weren't any
tow truck calls in this area.

We've got a washed-out bridge,
a dead-end road.

So many questions
and no answers.

I know, but this is where
it skidded off, George.

And it was
a very unusual car.

I've never seen
anything like it before.

George.

Come on.

George, this is it.

(George)
That's the car you saw?

Sure looks like it.

Nancy, that a '37 Auburn.

I mean, there must be
lots of those running around.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

The Antique Car Guild says there's
only two of them in New England.

Sure, but the chances of one
of them being on that road...

One of them is right here
in River Heights.

Here, this is the address the
man at the Antique Guild gave us.

Hello. We're looking
for Morgan Poole.

Yeah, what is it?

At least
we found half of him.

I need to talk to you.

If it's about a repair job,
it'll have to be next week.

No. I'm Nancy Drew.

I saw your car skid
off the road yesterday.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

My name's George.

Hi, George.

I'm sorry,
but you didn't see my car.

It's locked in
the garage out back.

Has been for a week.

I drive that
pickup over there.

Don't you drive
a brown Auburn convertible?

Yeah, how'd you know?

Could we see it, please?

Look, I don't have
a lot of time.

I have to have
this finished tonight.

Please,
it's really important.

Okay, back here.

As a matter of fact, I just
finished restorin' it last week.

Soon as I get the new lacquer job
polished, I'm putting it in a show.

You have a new paint job?

$300 worth.

The greatest chinchilla
upholstery you've ever seen.

Repair work's enough to support
the family, but this beauty-

Oh, you're married?

No, my mother and sisters.
Oh.

This baby's for me.
I should be able

to make enough prize money
to go back to school.

Prize money?

Car shows.
This is a classic.

And, uh, I rebuilt it
from the frame up.

You won't see a better one.

I don't see anything.

Where is it?

You should know.

I told you I haven't checked the garage
in a week. I would've called the police.

Well, I think you
better do that now.

Fat chance they'll find it.

Could've been gone
for a week already.

Nancy saw it yesterday.

Everybody knows that
if a car isn't reported stolen

in the first few hours,

you couldn't get anything back
but a stripped chassis.

Aren't you insured?

Yeah, but book value
is nothin'

compared to what I owe
in parts alone.

Sounds to me like
you're gonna need a lawyer.

No way, I can't afford
bus fare now.

Nancy's father's a lawyer.

This is the file
on your policy, Morgan.

When you insured
your car with us,

it was for its book value,
which we're not contesting.

But it's worth triple that
now that I've restored it.

That's what
you told me last week.

Right.

And you were going to bring me an
appraisal as proof of the new value.

Yes, sir. But I had to let
the new paint job dry first.

Unfortunately, Mr. Everett,
Morgan's car was stolen

before he got the appraisal.

The paint job was the last
part of the restoration.

He was gonna sell the car to
pay for his college tuition.

Miss Drew, the timing here
is most regrettable.

But I can't run
an insurance office

totally on a verbal basis.

Morgan had to bring me
that appraisal

in order to make
his new policy binding.

(Carson) Mr. Everett,
don't you insurance people

have what you call
a "verbal binder,"

where you grant
coverage to a person

on the basis of his verbal
description of the property?

Yes, but that's subject

to later confirmation
of the facts.

Doesn't Morgan have
cause for a suit here?

Hold on a minute, Nance.

What I'm getting at,
Mr. Everett,

is suppose Morgan were
to bring you written receipts

for the restoration he's done.

Now, wouldn't that be
the same as an appraisal

as far as your company
is concerned?

Well, I will admit
that I am sympathetic

to this young
man's situation.

So in the interest
of good will,

I will agree to that point
providing you can show me

receipts that the work
was actually done.

Well, uh, to tell you
the truth,

I'm not very good
at keepin' receipts.

You see, I, uh, I traded
for a lot of the parts,

so I don't know
that I could prove very much.

[sighs]

Uh, Mr. Drew, may I speak to
you for a moment alone, please?

Would you excuse us?

Mr. Drew.

[chattering]

We have a lot of this.

Youngsters
selling their hubcaps,

then, uh, later
reporting them stolen.

But I don't have
any of those receipts.

That would be fraud.

Well, I'm afraid
young people don't realize

how serious it is.

[clears throat]

Well, I think that we'd
better get back to you

after we check on
this somewhat further.

All right.
Uh, let's go.

Thanks, Mr. Everett.
Goodbye.

Well, uh, I've gotta
get back to work.

Thank you,
Mr. Drew. Nancy.

Now, remember
it's very important

that you get
those receipts.

If the car isn't found
within 30 days,

then you collect immediately.

But the amount
you collect

depends upon what we can
prove you spent on it.

Uh, yeah, I know.
I'll, uh,

call you if I can
find them, okay?

Uh, Nancy, uh, Morgan Poole
could be in a lot of trouble.

He could be
guilty of-of a felony

if he's lying
about that car.

You see, I told you.
I knew it when I saw the lock.

One way to find out for sure
is if you handle the case.

[chuckles]

Oh, dear.

All right, all right.
In the meantime,

I think I should take care
of the rest of my practice.

So I'll see you back
at the house later.

Thanks, Dad. Bye.
Take care, Mr. Drew.

Bye-bye.
You do the same.

Nancy, you won't be
alone on the case.

I'm going all the way
with this one.

Even if we do have
a crook for a client.

[siren blaring]

The short of it is
we owe you kids an apology.

Not that you
weren't a little off

in your geography, Nancy,

but that's to be expected,

flying around in
a storm the way you were.

Well, here we are.

[police radio chattering]

Well, you feel
vindicated, Nancy?

Disoriented
is more like it.

Come on, Nancy. There it is.
Just like you said.

It means
they're gonna have

to drop those misdemeanor
crank call charges against me.

Oh, I'm glad about that.

It's just I don't see how
I could have mistaken

this ravine for the one
I thought I saw it in.

They're miles apart.

Nancy, we were really being tossed
around in that storm up there.

I mean, you were right.
You were wrong.

Where does that leave Morgan?

I'm afraid this puts
the lid on that boy.

It does look like
insurance fraud.

Morgan calls
the insurance company

and tells them
he's completed work.

They revalue the car,
give him a binder on it,

and then he burns the car

before they can
check the work.

I just don't believe
he did this.

He loved that car.

Okay. What's the matter?

Well, I'm no expert
but if that was chinchilla

on those seats,
I'm a fullback.

Well, you can play
in my backfield anytime.

It isn't funny, Ned.
I believed him.

Five minutes, miss.
No more.

Hello, Morgan.

Well, here I am,

a full-fledged criminal.

They found the parts
hidden in your garage.

The ones you said
you put on your car.

It wasn't very smart of me
to leave them there, was it?

No, not very.

I guess that's what
bothers me the most.

They said the chinchilla
was off the car, too.

They find that
in the garage?

Yeah.

[sighs]

But, you know, Morgan,
I would have thought

that somebody
who went to as much trouble

as you supposedly did,

would have found
a better hiding place.

You'd think so?

Does that mean
you still believe in me?

You and in me.

I couldn't have been that off

about the prevailing winds
of the storm.

I know I wasn't off-course
because I landed on target

moments after
seeing your car.

What difference does it make?

The cops have
their minds made up.

You're just a girl
trying to help.

Thanks. You make helping you
very attractive.

I didn't mean it
like that.

I just mean somebody went to a
lot of trouble to put me here.

I don't know why.
But they did a good job.

It just seems hopeless.

Well, even if you're
giving up, I'm not.

I don't like
being made a fool of.

Talk to you later.

Well, this is great,
isn't it?

I thought you two sleuths had
a blood pact never to split up.

Right. It was the chance
that we might crack up

that turned her off.

You did the right thing
in calling me.

I've been needing
some stick time.

Stick time?

Ned, you don't even
have your glasses on.

I was hoping
you'd handle the camera.

Come on, Nancy. I have almost
as many hours as you do.

Besides, I'm cleared for
flying without my glasses.

(Ned) That's because I fly
by the seat of my pants.

Let's cut loose.
What are we? 5,000 feet?

Ned, that's 500 feet!

Put your glasses on.

Where are we?

Never mind.
Signal to cut loose.

We'll be over
the ravines soon.

Keep it steady.

Take it lower
but keep the speed up.

Aye, aye, Captain.

(Nancy)
I said, nice and steady.

(Ned) Relax. I know what I'm doing.

Use the dive breaks,
take some speed off.

I was just about to do that.

Now I know how George felt.

What?

Nothing.

Ned, there's a man
down there.

Where?

Never mind,
just hold your bearing.

Did you get it?

I don't know.
I hope so.

I do, too.
I couldn't see anything.

Thanks.

Hammer two. There's a sailplane
in the area flying low.

Didn't get the markings.

There's only one
glider field in the area.

We'll check it when it lands.

Ned, why are we flying so low?

Oh, just a little
altitude problem, that's all.

(Nancy) Push the stick
down. Pick up some speed.

We're flying low already.

(Nancy)
Ned!

Watch out for those trees.

Let me take it.

Tighten your seat belt.
Here we go.

I loved
every minute of it.

More fun than
a broken roller coaster.

Well, I'm glad
you enjoyed it.

Just a couple of kids,
Birch.

Just to make sure, let's get
the license number on their car.

Congratulations, Nancy.
It's, uh, a nice landscape.

Well, there's a man
in there.

What happened to his head?

Well, Ned swooped
when he should've swerved.

There was an updraft.
Could happen to anyone.

Look, that has
to be a walkie-talkie.

Now, why would
a man be out there

in the middle of nowhere
with a walkie-talkie?

He could be a member
of the Audubon Society.

George,
that man is no bird watcher.

Now, I tend to agree.

Now, if you were a hunter,
you'd need to have a gun.

And if you were a bird
watcher, you'd have binoculars.

But he's got
a walkie-talkie. Why?

George, you were telling me

about your great hunches
on this case.

Yeah,
I-I've got a hunch.

What is it?

I've got a hunch
I should get out of here

before you suggest we go back
out there where that man is.

I'm sure
Ned will go with me.

No, I don't think that's any place
for a girl, not even two girls.

I'll go and have a look around
when I finish up at the office.

But, Ned,
that could be too late.

If they saw our glider,

they could be getting things
out of there right now.

Taking what things out?

Whatever it is they're hiding
with those walkie-talkies.

Nancy, you can't go
out there by yourself.

And we both know
where George stands.

Now, if you want my help, you're
gonna have to do things my way.

I'll let you know
what I find out.

That's very nice of you, Ned.

Don't mention it.
Catch you later, George.

What'd he mean by:

"We all know
where George stands"?

I really don't know,
George.

You do, too.

He's saying that
I don't have the nerve

to go back out there
with you.

Is that what
he's saying?

He was also saying

that you aren't capable
of doing the same job he is.

Kind of makes you
want to prove a point,

doesn't it, George?

[phone buzzes]

Yes?

(woman) Mr. Drew, your
daughter is on line 1.

Oh, good. Hi, Nance.

Dad, how're we doing
on Morgan Poole's bail?

Well, I've been
talking to the judge

and I think
it's gonna work out.

Great.

The judge is only
going along with this

because I was willing to put
my reputation on the line.

Frankly, Nancy, we both
think Morgan is guilty.

Well, I don't.
I think he's been framed.

But why? Who'd have any reason
to go to all that trouble?

I can't explain it all now,
but I think it'd be

a good idea if you talk
to Sergeant Hooper.

Sergeant Hooper?

He might have some
of the answers we need.

Nancy, i-i-is there something
that you're not telling me?

Nothing that Ned can't
explain to you later.

Dad, we're in a hurry.
Thanks a lot. Bye.

Nance?

[sighs]

That girl.

(Nancy)
Let's hide.

(George)
Get back.

[car door closes]

Well, now we know how that car
that wasn't there got there.

We solved the mystery.
We can go.

But we still don't know why.

(George) Nancy, how many
mysteries can we be expected

to solve in one day?

[bird cawing]

It's getting dark.

Yeah.

Nancy, I know that
owls come out at night.

Do snakes go in?

Something's
bothering me.

What?

Say somebody
wanted to frame Morgan,

how did they know
when his car was finished?

He locked it up in his garage
as soon as he painted it.

You thinking what I'm
thinking? He's guilty.

[bird squawking]

Except that insurance agent.

What do you mean?

No, nothing,
it doesn't make any sense.

The only person
who knew about it

is the last person
who'd wanna steal it.

[bird flapping]

[owl hooting]

[crickets chirping]

[wolf howling]

I'm cold. They could have
driven for miles.

Not on this road.

There's no other way
out of the canyon.

No wonder we didn't see it
from the air.

It's so far back
in the woods. Come on.

I have a feeling if Morgan
had told us everything he knew,

we wouldn't have
to be here.

I hope you're wrong.
Come on.

"Hurry. " "Come on. "

You should be
a drill sergeant.

No wonder we didn't
see the building.

It's camouflaged.

Queens over treys.

[laughing]

They're even
tougher-looking

than the ones who
drove over the gully.

I wonder what they're up to.

They're playing cards.
Let's go home.

We haven't found out
anything yet.

Poker's illegal around here
but hardly worth an arrest.

And upsetting those guys...
Let's go.

No. Come on.

(Carson) Morgan, now
that you're free on bail,

it might be a good time
to do a little soul-searching.

Yes, sir.

I mean, the judge would take
into account your youth

and the fact that you wanted
the money to go to college.

You mean if I plead guilty?

That's right.

But I'm innocent, Mr. Drew.

Morgan,
if you're innocent,

then someone has concocted

the most incredible set
of circumstantial evidence

against you
that I've ever seen.

Yeah, I guess it is
kind of hard to believe.

Impossible
is more like it.

I mean... Do you have enemies?
Uh, anyone who would want to

get you into
this kind of trouble?

Well,

I owe a guy $30
for some car parts.

But I doubt that he'd go to
this much trouble to collect.

Yeah, I kind of
doubt that myself.

[phone buzzes]

Yes?

(woman) There's a police officer
to see you. Sergeant Hooper.

Just hold on a moment.

Morgan, are you sure

there's nothing else
you want to tell me?

Yeah, I'm sure.

You can ask Sergeant Hooper
to come in, please.

Mr. Drew.

Nice to see you again,
Sergeant.

Sergeant Hooper,
this is Morgan Poole.

How do you do?

Sir.

Morgan, the Sergeant is with
the fraud and car theft division.

Nancy thought
he might be able to help.

I'd get back
to you sooner, Mr. Drew,

only we've had a mess of
these car thefts lately.

I thought car thieves stayed
away from the more unusual models

because they're
so easy to spot.

They always have.

But suddenly they've become
very popular with these thieves.

Uh, quite a few have
been disappearing

these past six months.

It's kind of strange,
isn't it?

Cars that are easy to spot
and difficult to unload

begin to disappear.

Why would that
suddenly happen?

Unless they were
being stolen to order.

You mean they find out,
for instance,

that somebody's in the market
for a car like mine

so they find one and steal it.

Give it a new paint job,
new license plates,

new serial number,
and they're in.

It's been done before.

But-but they'd have
to have some way to locate

exactly the model of car
that they wanted.

Morgan's car was taken
right out of his garage.

The lock wasn't even broken.

The lock wasn't broken.

It was a combination lock.

Sergeant, I'd like
to have my assistant

do some checking
on this for you.

You remember
my daughter Nancy.

[chuckling]
Oh, yeah.

Why don't you come on to home
with me, Sergeant?

I have a feeling Nancy might
have a lead on this already.

[crickets chirping]

[owl hooting]

(George) "Savino Wines.
" I never heard of it.

Can't be doing much business.

That building
had to be abandoned

before the bridge
washed out.

Question is
what is it now?

[bird screeching]

What are we gonna do,
Nancy?

I don't know.

[clanging]

Look at this place.

Look at all the cars.

Nancy?

Mr. Drew.

What an operation.
It's a whole ring.

They steal the cars,
repaint 'em,

put on new license plates.

Yeah, I bet that's what
they do, all right.

(George) Now can we let
the police take care of it?

Took the words
right out of my mouth.

What're you doing here?

I asked, what are
you two doing here?

We're on a nature walk.
It's a school project.

Observing owls and
other night creatures.

She's the one I saw
landing the glider.

Come on,
let's get out of here.

Close the doors.

These cars must
be worth $100,000.

$200,000 by the time
we get finished with them.

Look, Mister, we don't
care. Just let us go.

Let's go. Let's go.

In here.

Keep an eye on 'em.

Mr. Drew.

Mr. Drew.

Nancy?

Ned? George?

Somebody should be home.

(Ned)
Mr. Drew.

Mr. Drew.

Yes, Ned.
Where are you?

I'm on my way
to find Nancy.

Where is she?

I'm checking Bear Creek Road.

You'll find it marked on the
map she left. It's on your desk.

What's she doing
out there again?

You might find the answer

in that list of stolen
car data you told me to check.

Yes?

Computer analyzed
the geographical area,

make of the car,
all ownership factors-

The bottom line, Ned.

85 percent of all
the expensive models

were insured by
the same company.

Apex.

That's the company
I'm insured with.

That makes sense.

All anyone would have to do would
be to punch into the Apex computer,

and they could find any make or
model of car they wanted to steal.

Think I'll stop looking
for stolen cars,

and go talk to
the people at Apex.

Uh, young man,
you come along with me.

First we have to find Nancy.

Ned, have you tried
to raise Nancy on the CB?

Ever since I couldn't
get you on the phone.

Well, keep trying,
we'll be right out.

Nancy, this is Ned.
Nancy?

Nancy, come in. This is Ned.

Nancy?

What do we do
with those girls?

Leave them
right where they are.

But the cops will
throw out a dragnet.

They're bound to come
here sooner or later.

Yeah, but that's kidnapping!
I know what it is.

We wouldn't be in this mess if you
hadn't driven Poole's car off the road.

Now get a move on. Now!

Well, it looks like we owe
Morgan Poole an apology.

What'd you mean?

That's Mr. Everett, the man from
the insurance company, out there.

Morgan's innocent.

I'm glad.
Now it all makes sense.

Move all the cars and the
equipment out as fast as you can.

You, get on the walkie-talkie
and call in the guards.

[owl hooting]

(Carson)
Will you look at this?

Now, this explains a lot.

Ned, what are you
doing here?

Shh. Be quiet.

Forceful, isn't he?

Come on, we're gonna
have to make a run for it.

(Slate)
Grab those kids.

(man #1)
Get them.

(man #2)
Get 'em.

(man #3)
Don't let them get away.

Stop them!

(man #4)
Don't let 'em get away.

(Everett)
Don't let them get away!

Oh, my eyes!

It's lacquer!

Get in the car.

[men shouting]

That's one way
to get a parking place.

(Everett) All right.
Get them out of there.

And this time
put them someplace

where they don't get away.
Come on!

[sirens approaching]

(Everett)
Get that guy!

(man)
Don't let him get away!

[sirens blaring]

(cop) Move slow. Get your hands
up against the wall. Come on.

(cop #1)
Move along. Move along.

(cop #2) Come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on, come on.

Well, Sergeant, this could
mean a promotion for you.

Well, if that's so,
I owe it all to Nancy.

Yeah, that's
some restoration job.

Was yours this good?

Better. There'll never be
another one like mine.

I don't understand why
they totaled Morgan's car.

Well, it didn't cost them
a dime.

They stole the car,
and they did need a diversion

while they found a new place
to set up their operation.

Right. The burned-out car
provided an explanation

for what Nancy
saw from the air.

It was supposed to keep
anyone from nosing around.

It almost worked.

What a waste
to destroy a car like that.

Well, it'll be a while before
I can afford another one.

What about
the insurance money?

I have to use that
for my education.

I think cars are out
of my life for a while.

Well, maybe not.

There should be a big reward
for finding all these cars.

I didn't do anything.

Well, George thinks
you deserve it.

Don't you, George?

Yeah, and an apology.

I've got it made.
In eight more minutes,

I'll have
my Diamond Triangle.

What are you doing?

I'm getting a closer look.

There's a man down there
with a blinker light.

I wonder who
he's signaling to.

If I had a parachute,
I swear I'd jump.