The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 1, Episode 6 - Hall of Mirrors - full transcript

( funky theme playing )

NARRATOR ( speaks ):

( upbeat theme playing )

( siren wailing )

( brakes screech )

( man speaking Spanish )

( chatter in Spanish )

Move 'em back, Fred. Right.

Okay. Will you
back up a little, folks?

Come on, folks. Give
us a little room, please.

You Mr. Gomez? Sí.



( speaking Spanish )

( speaking Spanish )

( speaks Spanish )

Officer Ruiz.

Get me Homicide.

( crying )

I just...

I just keep thinking
all these terrible things.

He's 78 years old,

and he's never been
gone all night before...

in the 50 years
we've been married.

( sobbing )

I'm sorry, Inspector Martin.

I don't mean to keep



going to pieces like this.

It's all right, Mrs. Elliot.
We're here to help.

You've already helped.

Just listening.

We'll be looking too.

Now, I'm sure
everything will be all right.

Someone will call you the
moment we hear anything.

Bless you.

I won't be keeping you anymore.

I'll show you the way out.

Oh, I... I... I'll
find it all right.

( sighs )

Oh, dear.

MARTIN: What is it?

My bus fare.

I don't have it.

Oh. Well, here.

Here. I do.

Oh, no. No.

No, no, no, please
take it. That's all right.

Oh, are you sure? Mm-hm.

Oh, thank you again, inspector.

Oh. Oh.

( inaudible
announcement over PA )

( phone rings )

Morning, lieutenant.

What did you give her?

Just bus fare.

A fin? Well, uh...

Her husband's been
missing all night.

Uh, he's 70... Eight.

Seventy-eight, and never
been gone all night before.

Not in the 50 years that
they've been married.

Welcome to the club, kid.

You mean that whole
number was a put-on?

The bus she's gonna
get on that five bucks

is gonna keep her in the tank

for the rest of the week.

( laughs ) Where's Keller?

I tried reaching him at
home like you asked, but...

I know. He's got his
own night shift going.

Uh... you... grab a coat.

Me?

Yeah, you. ( phone rings )

Aren't you the guy
that was squawking?

You've been here for five days
and haven't seen any action.

Well, now you've got
it. What happened?

Shooting down at
the produce market.

That's in the Mission
District, isn't it?

On the edge of it, yeah.

Look, if this is gonna
run into much time,

maybe you better
take somebody else.

I've got a stack of reports here
that I... I promised Haseejian

I'd get out today.
Reports can wait.

The body can't. Now move it.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Okay, fine. Thank you.

( car doors closing )

No description, lieutenant.

He only saw the
men from the rear.

Well, what do you think, Ruiz?

Well, he's a stubborn guy,

but, uh, I think
he's telling the truth.

He says he saw three
guys leaving at, uh...

what's this, 4:30? Right.

And he found the body at 7?

Well, most of the farm
trucks have left by then.

Uh, he and Zale always grab
a cup of coffee about that time.

Uh-huh. He didn't
hear any shooting?

Uh-uh. Too many
trucks. Too much noise.

But he remembers
seeing three guys

filing into the small,
light-colored car.

What did they get?

Well, uh, he says a bundle.

Well, what's a bundle?

RUIZ: Well, every
Thursday afternoon,

uh, Zale, uh, gets a big
shipment of, uh, artichokes

from Castroville.

Uh, he pays the
growers off in cash.

Maybe a couple of grand.

Every Thursday?

Anybody else know about that?

Señor Gomez.

( speaks Spanish )

( speaking Spanish )

He had a helper. Mexican.

( speaks Spanish )

GOMEZ: Rafael Diaz.

( speaks Spanish )

That's it.

Mexican quit a
couple of months ago.

Came back and took what

he never earned in his life.

Ask him if he thinks
one of those three guys

could have been
this, um, Rafael Diaz.

( speaking Spanish )

Rafael Diaz...

Sí...

You got that?

Why don't you ask
him where he lives?

( mellow theme playing )

Where did you
pick up the Spanish?

What?

Spanish. You
handled it pretty good.

Oh, yeah, well, I...

I had a couple of
years in high school.

I don't remember
seeing that on your 201

when it came across my desk.

I don't know that much.

It's more than I know.

Sí, gracias and mucho gracias.

That's about my extent.

( upbeat theme playing )

Take the back door.

( knock )

Who is it? STONE: Police.

We're looking for a Rafael Diaz.

Is it all right if I come in?

He's not here.

Well, I could get a warrant
if that's what you want.

Are you Mrs. Diaz? Miss.

Rafael is my brother.

Well, you two live here alone?

We live with my father.
He's gone to work.

I've told you my brother
is not here. Now...

( slow, suspenseful
theme playing )

No!

( door closes )

Caught him coming out the back.

Get in there. I could
not stop him, Rafi.

Move it.

Well, he's been there before.

Turn around, Diaz.

What's with this Diaz, man?

My name is Pancho Villa.

J... Take it easy, Jim.

Yeah, take it easy, Jim.

I ain't see no ID, man.

Far out. Well, you
know, I'm Diaz, but...

Where you been today? Nowhere.

He was here all morning.

I'm asking him. That's
the answer, man.

All morning I've been here.

Watch your mouth, punk.

( Diaz speaking Spanish )

Jim!

No, Rafi.

( action theme playing )

You get him from here,

and I'll go out front.

Right.

( grunting )

Mike!

The back stairs!

( groans )

Mike, you're hurt.

No, it's my ankle.

Don't worry. We'll get him.

We had him.

( grunting )

( mellow theme playing )

( tsking )

Just can't trust you alone
anymore, can I, huh?

Where were you all morning?
One morning without me,

and you break your ankle.

Don't you ever answer the phone?

Not when it's in
the refrigerator, no.

In the refrigerator.

( sighs )

How bad is it? Bad enough.

All right, give me the bad
news. Who do I report to?

What's the matter?

You figure you still
need a babysitter?

You really want me
to handle it, Mike?

No. No, what I really want

is for the killer to get away.

I just meant thank you.

Can I take Martin on with me?

I don't know.

Oh, he's kind of green.

And I wasn't when
you first broke me in?

I had 24 years
when I took you on.

You had two.
That's two with you.

You always said that was
worth ten with anybody else.

Trapped by the truth.

Give me the sticks.
Take it easy. Easy.

Come on.

Open the door!

Wider, wider.

You know, I wasn't expecting
any undying gratitude,

but couldn't you
be a little happier?

Happier? Yeah.

You could be bored out
of your skull typing reports.

Sorry.

Busy boy, Diaz.

"Grand theft auto, 14.
Juvenile hall, six months.

"Shoplifting, age 16.

Case dismissed when the
store decided not to prosecute."

"Assault and battery." Still 16.

Another hitch in
juvie, four months.

"Purse snatching.
Age 17. Dismissed."

Must have spooked the witness.

"Possession of marijuana.
Suspended sentence."

Turned 18 last month.

( paper crumpling )

It's the best thing that
ever happened to this city.

That last birthday.

Maybe now we can put
him where he belongs.

You don't think we
ought to give him a trial?

You heard his track record.

Well, I didn't hear
anything about murder.

You will.

That's one report I
won't mind typing.

( somber theme playing )

Buenos días, amigos. Hello.

I'm glad you came by.

What can I pour you?

So how about a
buttermilk? ( chuckles )

Sure, I'll try just
about anything once.

Two? No.

Thank you.

Rafael Diaz. Where
do we find him?

MAN: Diaz.

Hey, you got it. D-I-A-Z.

Somebody say I, uh, know him?

Well, he used to work
across the street, Mr. Loza,

for Joseph Zale.

And we heard that some
of the guys at the market

used to come over
here after their shift.

Posible.

No posible, Loza.

Definitivamente.

( speaks Spanish )

Now, where we find him?

Excuse me, eh, I have
some other business.

Diaz killed a man this morning.

If you're gonna cover for him,

we'll have your license
lifted so fast... Jim.

They're all alike.

They all look out
for each other.

Who's "they"?

Buttermilk's on the house.

Thank you.

What was that all about, huh?

Look, I'm talking to you.

Look, if you've got personal
feelings about something,

maybe you don't
belong on this job.

Yeah, I got personal feelings.

I saw that old guy
they covered up

with a sheet this morning.

I saw what three .38 slugs
can do to somebody point-blank.

That's not what I'm
saying and you know it.

Okay. I know it.

And maybe I know more than you.

I've seen that hat dance before.

I grew up with
guys like that, Steve.

I've seen them
operate all my life.

They always sit up
and speak on one cue.

Well, I'm gonna give
you a cue right now.

You just cool it.

You come on one
more time like that,

and I'm gonna be
writing a report: yours.

Yes, sir.

Oh, come on, man.

( mellow jazz theme playing )

( tires screeching )

( ominous theme playing )

STONE: Haseejian. Listen.

No. Heh.

Listen, fella, never
mind about the ankle.

It'll be all right. Just give
me a couple of weeks.

Just five days.
That's... Listen, I call...

Has Steve come in yet?

Hasn't he phoned?

What's that?

I know all about
the APB on Diaz.

Why don't you give
me something new?

Uh-huh.

Well, has he checked
the bar? Loza's bar?

( knock on door )

Just a minute!

What...?

You say there's trouble?

What?

Did Steve handle it all right?

( knocking at door )

Oh, listen, there's
someone at my front door.

I'll call you back.

( knock on door )
Coming! Coming!

( inaudible dialogue )

Hi. Hi.

Here, I got something
for you. Thanks.

You on those crutches,
didn't fit your image.

It'll come in handy,
you know. Heh-heh!

Martin and I are
gonna try one more lead

before we call it a day.

Yeah, y... You want
me to turn that off?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Something we scrounged up
out of Diaz's probation report.

Pool hall.

Well, you didn't
have to come at all

if you didn't feel like it.

I just figured you'd be
calling every five minutes

to know where we
are, what we're doing...

You kidding? What
would I call in for?

It's your case.

Heh, I'm relaxing,
taking it easy.

Reading. Watching
TV. How's it going?

It's not. I got nothing, Mike.

Diaz has been reported as
far south as Candlestick Park

and as far north as Sausalito.

I think he's still in
the Mission District.

I agree.

Anyone ask you to
take you in the bar?

The bar? Yeah, you know the one,

across from the produce market.

Yeah, I know the
bar. What's the name?

Loza's. Loza's, that's right.

Yeah. Yeah, we
checked it out. And...?

Well... you know
how people are, Mike.

Sometimes they're
not that anxious to help.

You gotta kind of ease
the information out of them.

Well...?

Martin got impatient.
And he came on too hard.

The guy clammed up.

It means another
trip back there.

Martin's okay. I think
he'll be a good cop.

He's... just like you
said. He's a little bit green.

It's your case.

Yeah.

Okay. ( sighs )

Oh, by the way, did,
uh, Haseejian tell you

that I ordered a 24-hour
surveillance on the docks?

Yeah. Smart thinking.

I knew it!

I just...

You've been checking in
every five minutes, haven't you?

So I called in. I was curious.

Sure you were.

Don't make a big deal about it.

Uh, it's still your
baby. Sure it is.

And you're still the babysitter.

I'll see you later, Mike.

( dramatic theme playing )

( sighs )

Terrific-looking spot.
Yeah, what did you expect?

Look, will you just
play it cool this time?

Or what?

Or You're gonna get
your head handed to you

by Mike Stone.

Oh. Did he write the book?

You better believe it.

( pool balls
clacking, chattering )

Mr. Candoni?

I'm Inspector Keller.
This is Inspector Martin.

You know a Rafael Diaz?

Diaz. Diaz.

Diaz.

That him? Yeah.

Yeah, I think I
know him. I mean,

you know, he comes in here
once in a while for a game.

Well, has he been in tonight?

CANDONI: Tonight... Tonight...

No.

No, not for a couple
of weeks maybe.

Thank you.

( balls clacking )

You.

We're looking for Rafael
Diaz. You know him?

Hey, I'm talking to you!

( speaks Spanish )

Well, maybe you better learn.

When was the last
time you saw Diaz?

( speaking Spanish )

Hold it!

Hands against
the wall, feet apart!

Everybody else
just relax. Relax!

We running him in? Come
on, I ain't done nothing.

Well, come on, mister, tell him.

You're looking for Diaz. It
ain't my fault I don't know him.

We can hold him long
enough to run a make.

Who knows? Forty-eight
hours in the slammer

might bring back his memory.

Now, wait a minute.
Just wait a minute, okay?

Maybe I do know him,
but so does Candoni.

He was letting him stay
here. It ain't my fault.

Wait a minute. I-I remember now.

MAN: He was here when I came in.

He asked me for
money, I told him no way.

When was that? MAN:
Just before you got here.

He took off then. But
I didn't help him, man.

I didn't help him at all.

Come on, what about me,
huh? I didn't do nothing.

I'll throw you in the
back seat with Candoni.

Side by side, muchacho.

( ominous theme playing )

KELLER: So when we ran the make,

we turned up a want
for parole violation.

Jim and I spent
the next two hours

trying to tie him in with Diaz.

Did you say Martin roughed him?

Well, he didn't rough
him. But he, uh...

He sort of handled him anyway.

You see, Campos made some
kind of crack in Spanish, and...

Like Diaz at the apartment.

Yep.

Steve, listen.

Did Martin lean on anybody

whose name wasn't
like Diaz, Campos, Loza?

No.

You sure? Yeah.

Uh, sorry I woke you up.

You woke me up?

I... I'll call you tomorrow.

Good night. Good night, Mike.

Could I have the
telephone number, please,

of the bus depot?

No, the main one downtown.

( mellow theme playing )

Yes? Mrs. Martin?

Martinez.

Lieutenant Stone,
San Francisco Police.

Eh, could I talk to you
for a minute, please?

What about?

Your son.

Please come in.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( mellow theme playing )

Gracias.

Thank you. You are welcome.

Do you mind if I
unbutton my sweater?

No.

A little warmer here than
in your San Francisco, uh?

Yes, but it's just what
the doctor ordered.

So... eh, my son is
truly no in trouble?

No. But, uh, Mrs. Martinez...

do you know what your son
gave the Police Personnel officer

about his family background?

"Father: Henry Martin, deceased.

Mother: Mary F. Martin."

I was wondering...

Is it Mary or Maria?

Maria.

Maria Pomposa Fuentes Martinez.

And your husband, Henry?

Enrique.

Don't you think the
information was designed to...

Well, to... disguise
the fact that your...

son is a Mexican-American?

That is what he wanted.

Why?

You would not understand.

Try me.

It's no one thing.

Just living here... like this.

And knowing people
who do less have more

because they are Anglo.

And watching his father

spend his whole life...

being humiliated by weaker men.

Watching him die,
broken and defeated.

And losing all
respect for him...

because of it.

And then, when
he went to college...

in San Jose... I
changed his name.

No more... Jaime.

James.

And not Martinez. Martin.

You did that?

I want my son to have a chance

at something good now.

But he does have.
At least I think so.

He has a chance
to be a good cop.

But he has to accept
people for what they are.

And he can't do that

if he doesn't
accept himself first.

A wetback?

A picker?

A Mex? A greaser?

That is what my son

has been called all his life.

Is that what he should
accept, Mr. Stone?

But your son wants
to be a policeman.

And a... A cop's life is, uh...

Is like...

Well...

It's not easy, especially today.

A cop's life is like, uh...

Like... looking down

a long hall of mirrors.

Every case shows him
another part of himself.

And if he hates
what he's looking at,

he can't do his job.

You know...

I think that your son and I

are very much alike right now.

We both have our
handicaps, our burdens.

Yes. But yours will
come off, Mr. Stone.

It is only plaster.

But if... If you are right...

and if what I do is wrong...

my son could be
crippled forever.

Can you help him?

I'll try, Mrs. Martinez.

Gracias.

Gracias.

( low music playing )

( sighs )

Thought I'd try a little
replay on that buttermilk.

Just getting a taste for it.

Where's the, uh, storm
trooper? ( chuckles )

I left him out in the car.

I don't want you to
shortchange me, you know?

He's a hard-nose. You know that.

No.

No, he's not. He's
just newer than me,

if you can believe that.

Okay, he's new...
and he's a hard-nose.

You find your guy?

Diaz? No.

Tough.

Joe was a good guy.
I'm sorry he got it.

He used to come in
here once in a while. Diaz.

Diaz and a couple
of his friends.

You know their names?

Mm-mm.

They weren't, uh, market guys.

Well, you know
what they looked like?

No, not really.

Hey, wait a minute.

There is something else.

One of the guys
drove a... A tow truck.

Central... Central, uh, Salvage.

I remember because he
parked in the alleyway once.

Blocked a beer
truck. And I said,

"Hey, man, you gotta
get that truck out of there."

Mr. Loza, thank you.

Hey, you forgot your...

change.

( tense theme playing )

You haven't seen
him recently, huh? No.

No, not for a couple
weeks anyway.

But we heard about the
old man that Diaz worked for.

Is that why you're
looking for Diaz?

You know any of his friends?

No way.

How about you?

Ho. Me, I hardly knew the cat.

He's one of Clark's
buddies, not mine.

Uh, he's not a buddy,
man. He's just a guy I met...

towing jobs around the market.

Beautiful car you got here.

It ain't his. It's ours,
man. We both kicked in.

It's nice.

Yeah, well, thank you.

Thanks a lot.
We'll see you guys.

Sure, have a nice
day. Later, babe.

Zero. You got zero, pal.

I don't know about that.

Diaz plus two equals three.

Did you get a make
on that license plate?

Plates? It didn't
have any plates.

Right. Just a dealer's name.

( tense theme playing )

( car door closes )

Well, look who's here.

You just couldn't
stay away, could you?

Like they say, it
gets in the blood.

Sure it does,
just like the virus.

Anything new?

I'll let you know after
I make a phone call.

Oh, Jim.

Can I see you for a minute?

Sure.

How are you feeling?
Uh, good enough to, uh...

go on duty, I think.

Meaning you're
taking me off the case?

Well, I've got all the reports
here, and maybe we ought to...

You've been talking to Steve.

Oh, it's got nothing
to do with Steve.

The assignment was
only for the time I was out.

Then it's Diaz.

You're still blaming
me for his getting away.

No, I'm not blaming
you for anything.

It's just that I'm concerned.

I'm concerned about some
of your attitudes, and, um...

Well, I think that maybe we
ought to have a talk about 'em.

And soon.

Now, you go back to
Haseejian in the morning.

And, uh...

we'll talk about it in
the afternoon, okay?

Okay...

lieutenant.

What's with him?

Well, I... I just took
him off the case.

Get your call through?

Yeah.

Hey, we got the jackpot, Mike.

I called that car dealer.

Johnson and Clark put
down 1,300 bucks cash,

plus the trade-in
on a '62 Volks.

Guess what color the Volks is?

Just a hunch. Light-colored?

Beige. And you remember
how much Joe Zale carried

with him every
Thursday? Two thousand?

Right. And two-thirds of that
is 1,300 plus some change.

And I figure Diaz
for another third...

Two thousand? Right.

Buddy boy, you stick with me,

and you're gonna make it.

( both laugh )

( mellow theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( ringing )

Yes?

MARTIN ( Mexican
accent ): Is Rafael there?

Who is this?

Campos.

Guillermo Campos.

I do not know any Campos.

Rafael does.

Uh, he asked me for some
bread last night at the pool hall.

Is he there?

No. Well...

He said it was really
important, you know?

That's why I call.

He did me a favor once,

so, uh, you should tell
him, I don't want no trouble...

but I'll be at the old
church on 23rd Street

tonight at 10:00.

Okay? Uh, but
maybe he will not call.

Maybe I cannot get the
message to him in time.

You tell him, lady.

Campos.

The old church. Ten o'clock.

( ominous theme playing )

How many times I gotta
tell you I saved that money?

You're a part-time
driver, Johnson.

You make $68.50 a week,

and you never had a
savings account in your life.

All right, dude. I
won it in a card game.

Why don't you go
ahead and tell him, Clark?

Yeah, right, man.
Yeah, I remember.

Is that right? Where'd you
get the other 650 from, huh?

Six-fifty? I don't have
no 6... That's right.

Joe Zale carried 2,000
bucks for his drivers that night.

Two of you got the
information from Diaz.

You figured it was an
easy setup. Isn't that right?

Aw, come on, no,
man. You're crazy.

KELLER: Who was
driving the VW that night?

I don't know what you're
talking about. I don't have a VW.

Not now you don't. It
helped pay for this car.

Along with most of that 2 grand.

How much Diaz get, huh?

You don't have to tell
him anything. Nothing.

Shut up. You're just in
this thing as deep as I am.

Get out of here.

( yells )

( grunting )

Hold it!

Get your feet apart. All right.

Hands too. Come
on. All right, all right!

All right, how much is it? Huh?

How much is it?

Or do you want me
to guess? Six, six-fifty?

Diaz's cut? All
right, all right.

It was his job,
man, Diaz, right?

There wasn't supposed
to be no shooting.

That's right...
That's right, man.

Diaz was supposed to
stay outside, you know?

But... then the old man
started shoving back.

So Diaz ran in, and he
grabbed Johnson's gun.

And he... And he was the
guy that hit the old dude.

I mean, all we did was
just haul Diaz out of there

and drop him off.

I mean, nobody but nobody
was supposed to get hit.

That's right. He's
telling you, man.

He's... That's... That's
the truth he's laying on you.

Right now I'm gonna lay
the truth on both of you.

Mike. I got it.

Read it to them.

"You have the right
to remain silent.

"Anything you say can
and will be held against you

"in a court of law.

"You have the right
to talk to a lawyer

"and have him present
while being questioned.

"If you can't afford a lawyer,

"one will be appointed
to represent you

before any questioning,
if you wish one."

Liars!

They are trying to blame
Rafi for what they did.

Rafi is not a bad boy.

Miss Diaz, Johnson and Clark
have signed statements that...

It is not true!

You're the only
person that can prove

that is your brother.

We'll catch him sooner
or later, Miss Diaz.

I don't know anything.

That's a lie, girl, isn't it?

I heard you talking to
Rafael on the telephone.

Don't you shame me too.

You will tell the police

everything you
know about Rafael.

And you will tell them now.

All right.

( sighs )

A man named Campos
called a couple of hours ago.

He has money for Rafael.

They...

They are going to meet at
the old church on 23rd Street

at 10:00 tonight.

I thought you said
Campos was in jail.

He is. There's no way...

You think Martin...?

Please, señor.

You promise Rafael
will not be hurt?

Well now, maybe you'd
better light candles.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Diaz?

Diaz?

( gun cocks )

( footsteps )

( gun cocks )

( bang )

( gun clicks )

Freeze!

Point-blank, Diaz.

That's how you gave it

to the old man at that market.

That's how you don't miss.

Point-blank.

Did you get a good look
at what it did to him, picker?

Hey, man, take it easy. Shut up.

Sure, man, sure. But,
like, what are you doing?

You gonna take me in or what?

I said, shut up!

( shouts in Spanish )

You got it now?!

You looking for a way out?

There's a door open behind me.

Hey, man. No.

Run!

At least you know
how to do that.

Please, man, listen.

I... I'll tell you everything.

You take me in, I
tell you. I swear, man.

I said, run. Don't crawl.

No, man. Please.

Please, man. Come on,
hombre. ( speaks Spanish )

Damn it, don't crawl!

Be a man, not a cobarde Chicano.

Oh, you're the man, huh?

All right, man.

Shoot me.

Come on, I'm asking
you for a stinking trial,

you say you're
the stinking judge.

All right. Be the
executioner, man.

Shoot me!

Jim?

You're dirt.

You're nothing but dirt.

Put it away, Jim.
MARTIN: He's guilty!

We'll find that out.

I know... he was born guilty.

Of what, Jaime?

Being the same as you?

( melancholy theme playing )

I've been to Salinas, Jim.

I met a wonderful woman there.

She asked me to help her undo

what she's afraid
she did to her son.

I told her I'd try
to talk to him...

if it wasn't too late.

Are we talking, Jim?

( sighs )

( sniffles )

Oh, I've already got one.

Why don't you
read him his rights?

( hopeful theme playing )

"You have the right...
"to remain silent.

"Anything you
say can and... will

"be used against
you in a court of law.

"You have the right
to talk to a lawyer

"and have him present with you
while you are being questioned.

"If you cannot
afford a lawyer...

"one will be appointed
to represent you

before any questioning,
if you wish one."

( bell chiming )

( whistle blows ) Hey!

All right. You all right?

( chatter )

Michael, I know he's fast,

but you got height on him.

Use it.

And use the old cabeza too.

Rodriguez.

Move it. Keep those
hands up. All right?

Come on, let's go.

Hey!

How you doing?

We're out here
for a little scouting.

Looking for a
Chicano all-American?

I think we found him.
When is he coming back?

( chuckles )

When he gets his head together.

( chatter )

Hey. Hold this, will you?

Hey, come on. Give
it to me. Right here.

Right here. Come
on. ( indistinct speech )

Come on. Come on! Where are you?

( indistinct shouting )

Come... Come on.

Over here. Get over there.

Oh, yeah.

Hit the big man. Come on.

( upbeat theme playing )

( funky theme playing )