The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977): Season 3, Episode 1 - One Last Shot - full transcript

(theme music playing)

Aw, man, that's got to be jive.

Nah, that's what I said, but
my old man swears it's true.

And how long your old man
been wearing this uniform?

He had over a year
in the day I was born.

(laughs) Well, I
guess he's seen it then.

Hey, I meant to
ask you sometime,

how come he never
made the Bureau?

They offered him a transfer
into Robbery about five years ago.

I could have sworn he was
going to make the move but...

I guess he just likes
it here on the street.



DISPATCH: 211 in progress
in market at 19th and Taraval.

Units to respond.

- Did you get that?
- Yeah.

Repeat, 211 in progress in
market at 19th and Taraval.

Three Charles Two responding.

(siren wailing)

(siren approaching)

(tires squealing)

Drop the gun, put your
hands on your heads! Halt!

(car door shuts, engine starts)

OFFICER (over radio): Three
Charles Two to headquarters.

DISPATCH: Come
in Three Charles Two.

(over radio): Ambulance at
the 211, 19th and Taraval.

Two suspects shot.



One male Caucasian escaped,

driving a light blue,
late-model, four-door sedan.

Travelling east on Taraval.

License number not known.

Joe!

Hey, Joe!

(knocking on door)

Yeah, yeah, hold it.

Hey, Joe, come on.

- Yeah!
- Move it.

- (water running)
- I'll be right there.

Now!

All yours, buddy.

I didn't know you were
in such bad shape.

Maybe you better tell me
what kind of shape you're in.

What?

There's a 211 pursuit
in progress; I'll drive.

What do you mean,
you'll drive? What do you...

You think I'm drunk or
something? What is this?

What, do you want me to
walk a straight line for you?

Ah, we'll talk about it later.

No, we'll talk about it now.

There's a burglary suspect
headed east on Taraval.

All right, we'll
talk about it later.

But I'm driving.

Come on.

Told you I was all right.

Now get off my back,
will you, good buddy?

OFFICER (over radio):
Three Charles Two,

still in pursuit, closing
on Taraval and 34th.

- That's Corky.
- Yeah.

What's he got?

Armed robbery at
a market on 19th.

He dropped two. One got away.

- A male Caucasian.
- In a what?

(honking horn)

Light blue sedan.

- (continues honking)
- Late model.

There it is.

It couldn't be.

They're only at 34th.

(tires squealing, siren wailing)

Holy cow, Joe, you
almost hit that guy.

1973 Ford.

Light blue.

764-IWJ.

Call that in.

(tires screech)

I'm sorry, Officer.

I guess I shaved that
red light a little too thin.

I... (chuckles nervously)

All right, get your
hands up there.

- Take it easy.
- Put your feet apart.

- Wider! Wider!
- Hey, take it easy.

Yeah... Joe!

Why, you...

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

Joe?

He died on the way here.

I'm sorry.

You want to tell
me what happened?

Oh, there was this car
that went through a red light.

We took off after him
because we thought

he was a suspect
in that market holdup.

And, uh, we stopped him,
and Mel was on the radio,

and I went up front
to check him out.

And he jumped out of the car.

I shook him down,
he took a swing at me.

So I backed up to get my gun.

He went for me, he
grabbed me, grabbed it...

and he killed him.

He shot him.

Was it your gun?

Yeah, I had a hold of him

and the gun fell to the
ground, and then I...

- (tires screech, car door shuts)
- When I went down to get it,

he dropped me.

And then he took off.

I'll need a description
of the man, the car...

Corky...

- and the license number, if you got it.
- Corky.

Corky. I got to talk to
you for a second, Cork.

It's about your father.

He's dead.

Yeah.

Damn.

I'm going to stay with Corky.

That's a rough one.

Yeah.

MAN: Look, we were
standing right over there.

- Where? -By the awning.
- MAN 2: It was police brutality.

That's what it was.

Yeah.

Listen, it was just
like we told you.

The guy stepped out of the car

and the cop starts pushing
him and shoving him

and hitting him for no reason.

The guy didn't do anything, huh?

Sure he did; he pushed him back.

A man don't stand there and
take that kind of thing from anybody.

That's it?

Okay, thank you very much.

You think I'm lying to you.

I didn't say that, man.

You're thinking it.

Okay, man, truth.

We don't know what happened.

There's only three people
that do, and one of them's dead.

All we know is what we saw,
and that's what we told you.

- Police brutality, man.
- Shut up, Toomey!

The man don't even
know what that means.

Listen, you want to talk to
me again, you got my number.

(knocks)

I got something here.

The make on the car Dad
called in while they were in pursuit.

764-IWJ.

DMV says it's registered
to a Frank Graves.

Male Caucasian, 31 years old,

five-nine, 160, black
hair, brown eyes.

Present address:
4025 West 76th Street.

Computer readout says
no warrants, no wants.

But there's a record.

A column and a half
of juvenile offenses,

including a stretch in
Q for grand theft auto.

Been out three years.

Sit down, Corky.

You get out an APB?

Yeah.

How about the market?

- Is there anything to connect him?
- Not yet.

- Mike...
- Nope.

Not at all.

I don't want you on this case.

You're too involved.
You're too emotionally upset.

Besides, there isn't
anything you can do

that we're not doing already.

Now, don't you
give me that look.

Believe me, I want to catch
this man just as much as you do.

No, you don't.

Corky!

KELLER: Corky, when you
got a chance, I'd like to talk to...

You think he's
going to be all right?

Yeah, he wants to
be in on the case.

He wants to charge
out and get himself shot

so that someone
will have to tell Nina

she lost two men in one day.

All right, what did you get?

I've got two eyewitnesses.

What did they see?

Police brutality.

Oh, come on now.

Joe Landers?

Look, he may be
a little hard-nosed,

but he never manhandled anybody.

I don't buy that.

All right, did they
see the gun go off?

Not who was holding it, no.

You're not really thinking it
was Joe Landers, are you?

I think if they were lying,
they could've gone all the way.

They could've said Landers
was holding it; they didn't.

Let me have a look.

There's a tear
sheet on the desk.

Looks like the guy's name
we're after is Frank Graves;

he's got a record.

Why don't you get a
complete rundown on him

from his probation officer.

Right.

Hey, where are you going?

Joe Landers'.

Lieutenant, sir?

- My notebook.
- (chuckles)

Maybe I ought to put you
in charge of lost and found.

Lost and found.

Feeling a little shaky still.

Want some?

No. No, thanks.

Not for me.

Well...

Iron Mike, huh?

Always a cop, 24 hours
a day, seven days a week.

I, uh... I guess that's
why you're a lieutenant

and, uh, clowns like me are
out walking the streets, huh?

Thought you'd be out
shaking a few doorknobs

and looking under
rocks for that guy.

Steve came up
with two witnesses.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Well, that's good.

What did they say?

Well, they said that this guy
opened the door, came out,

and you slapped
him against the car.

That's a lie.

I turned him around to the car,

he turned around, he hit me,
he took my gun, and he shot Mel.

Your holster was unsnapped?

Yeah, sure it was unsnapped.

Thought he was a suspect

who'd been shooting at
Corky and-and Sanders.

Okay.

Okay, so he hit you.

That's right I got hit.

Right in the head here.
You want to feel the bump?

Come on, Joe.

You know I have to
ask these questions.

'Cause of a couple of kids who
probably need to wear glasses.

Because it's my job.

It doesn't exactly seem
like a job to me today.

Look, I'm just trying to
set the record straight.

Well, let me help you set
something else straight.

I just saw my best friend
shot to death in the street,

I just spent an hour trying
to explain it to his son,

and now I got to
go face his widow.

Now maybe you could handle
all that like it was just routine,

but I can't.

So get off my back,
will you, good buddy?

All right. We'll do it tomorrow.

Yeah, anytime.

Are you sure you're all right?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I could drive you home.

Thank you for your
concern, but I can manage.

Just get off the stick and find
the guy who killed my partner.

STONE: 4027 is here.

4025 must be down
here somewhere.

There it is, right there.

STONE: Keep your eyes open.

- Mrs. Graves?
- Yes?

Lieutenant Stone, San
Francisco Police Department.

The other policeman
already searched.

If you want to
search, too, go ahead.

I got it, Mike.

Inspector Keller.

Mrs. Graves.

He's not there.

You said the other
policeman already searched?

Was he a young
man, tall, sandy hair?

Oh, no. He was, uh...
he was closer to your age.

He had kind of
silvery... silvery hair,

and I think he had blue eyes.

He wasn't wearing a uniform,
either, but he had a badge.

I told him everything I know.

Forgive me for asking,

but, um... would you mind
going over it again for me?

Please?

I know that he didn't
do any of the things

that that other man said he did.

He didn't kill anybody.

Not any policeman. No one.

I mean, why would he
do something like that?

He's got a good job,
he's not in any trouble,

we're about...

That's why we're investigating.

Oh...

Uh...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I just don't
know anything else.

He hasn't called me. I
have no idea where he is.

He just left and didn't tell
me where he was going.

KELLER: Excuse
me. Thank you, ma'am.

If your husband
happens to call...

well, it would be better for him

if he got in contact
with me first.

Just in case you need anything.

KELLER: Well, if he hasn't
talked to her yet, he will soon.

STONE: Yeah? What did
you find up there, a crystal ball?

No, just the house
shows a lot of care,

his wife's pregnant.

All right, Sherlock,
we'll stake it out.

But I'll bet if he contacts
her, we won't hear about it.

Hey, what about Corky
coming over here like that, huh?

You're really going
to have to sit on him.

It wasn't Corky.

It was Joe Landers.

What did he want?

I don't know, but
the way I left him,

I'm not too sure he
knows either, right now.

(sighs)

Nina?

Can I come up?

JOE: I came by earlier,
you know, and, uh...

NINA: I was at the morgue.

Nina, you didn't
have to do that.

I did have to.

It was the only way I could
convince myself it was true.

What happened, Joe?

(sighs heavily)

I don't know.

It's all like a nightmare, uh...

Everything seemed to
happen in slow motion.

The guy got the gun, and, uh...

the gun went off, and...

Nina, there's nothing that I
could have done, you know.

Can I get you something?

A drink, maybe?

Well, no, I'm-I'm fine.

NINA: You had enough already?

JOE: What?

When did you have
the first one, Joe?

The first drink of the day?

What are you talking about?

Well, when was it?

After Mel was killed, or before?

Oh, now, Nina, no.

You know what
Mel meant to me. I...

Don't give me that
brother speech.

Don't do it, Joe.

I got that for too many
years from Mel about you.

"Oh, Nina, Joe's
just got problems.

"I mean, he'll be all right.

"I can't turn the guy in after
13 years of living with him.

He's a friend. A brother."

Well, I don't want to
hear that from you, Joe.

Because you see, Mel wasn't
my make-believe brother.

He was my husband,

and he was my life,

and now he's dead,

and all I want to hear from you

is the answer to one question:

Were you drunk?!

No, I was not drunk.

And I would have thought
that Mel would have told you...

I mean, he'd been
helping me so much.

I've been dry for
almost a month, Nina.

I want to believe that, Joe.

I mean, I really
want to believe that.

Because if I found out that
you were lying to me now...

if I found out that Mel was dead

because you were out of control,

because you were
not protecting him

the way he always
protected you, I would...!

Oh, Joe.

Nina...

now, that's the way it happened.

You can believe that.

Oh, Joe.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's okay.

You know, I loved him, too,

and I know that it
doesn't do any good

to say this now, but...

I wish it had been me.

Maybe you ought
to stay here, Joe.

Maybe neither one of us
should be by ourselves right now.

I, uh... I thought
that, uh... that, uh...

I thought, uh, Corky
was coming over.

Yeah, he is. He
is. He's on his way.

Well, you got him, okay?

I got something I got to do.

(phone rings)

Hello?

FRANK: Helen?

Frankie. Oh, sweetheart,
where are you?

What happened?
Listen, are you okay?

One thing at a time.

Have the... have the
police been there?

HELEN: They said that
you killed a policeman.

No. I didn't do it.

I didn't.

Frankie, just listen
to me, all right?

You've got to go
to the police station

and give yourself up, all right?

Now the man left a card here

with the number
on it, and he said...

No, baby, I can't.

It's my word against a cop's,

and the way that guy came
down on me, I'm a dead man.

Frankie.

Frankie?

Three David 19 to headquarters.

(on radio): Repeat, this is
Three David 19 to headquarters.

We have a 1030 here
in the Mission District

at Valencia and Clarion.

Dark blue sedan,
license 764-IWJ.

Suspect, owner of
vehicle, escaped on foot.

Believed to be in area.
Request backup units.

Repeat, a 1030 in
the Mission District

at Valencia and Clarion.

Dark blue sedan,
license number 764-IWJ.

Suspect, owner of
vehicle, escaped on foot.

Believed to be in area.

Request backup units.

STONE: The Mission District.

Didn't his probation officer

say that Graves'
brother hung out there?

KELLER: Yeah, we
didn't have an address.

STONE: Well, we've
got Valencia and Clarion.

Come on, let's move it.

(siren wailing)

(tires squealing)

(siren wailing)

(tires squealing, siren stops)

- Where is he?
- When he saw our car,

- he headed toward that building.
- Is he still in there?

I don't know. My partner's
watching the front.

Stay here, keep your eyes open.

(tires squealing)

Where is he?

He's in there, Joe,
but I don't think...

That's all right.

(running footsteps)

Joe.

(hushed): Come
here! I think I got him.

Watch it!

Steve!

KELLER: Yeah?

- STONE: Are you all right?
- KELLER: Yeah.

KELLER: Where's Graves?

He's gone. That was Joe.

KELLER: What?

He thought you
were Frank Graves.

What are you doing, huh?
You could have killed me!

- What the hell are you doing, man?!
- Come here!

All right, all right.

I didn't know it was you.

Just give me the gun.

Give me the gun!

Here.

What's going on?

Come on. Let's go.

And this time, I'll drive.

I was just trying to help, Mike.

You just tried to kill somebody,
and it was almost Steve.

I didn't know
Steve was in there.

You didn't ask.

Gonna be all right inside?

I'm all right now.

You're stinking
drunk is what you are.

All right, so I had
a couple of belts.

Who wouldn't?

STONE: Come on.

Oh, excuse me, Lieutenant,
of course I know who wouldn't.

All right, I'm not the
straight shooter that you are.

I'm not Iron Mike, you know,

the machine that doesn't
make any mistakes.

I'm just plain ordinary
old Joe Dokes Landers.

And I'm loaded! I'm
loaded right up to here!

Give me my keys!

I make mistakes,

but that doesn't mean to
say I'm what you think I am.

I'm no lousy wino.

I'm no drunken bum
sleeping in the gutter.

For your information,
good buddy,

we both belong to
the same department.

We wear the same badges,
we work the same hours,

and I lay my life on the line
out there seven days a week,

just like you do!

Listen to me, Joe,

why don't you take the
next two or three days off?

It'll do you good.

I'll tell 'em down
at the station.

And just what are
you gonna tell 'em?

That you're gonna take the
next two or three days off.

I'll just bet that's what
you're gonna tell 'em.

Well, butt out!

You got that? Butt out!

What I do on my own
time is my own business.

I don't want your advice, your
help or your missionary zeal.

Just... butt out!

We got a call.

Took Graves' car apart.

There's nothing in it now

he would have hid
when they stopped him.

He could have
dumped whatever it was.

Yeah, and he could have
been high on something, too,

but his PO says no.

Said he went straight
ever since he came out?

That's right.

You know what his
juvie record was for?

Running with a street gang.

Whatever they did, he did.

Sounds like you're right back

to Joe Landers holding
the gun when it went off.

Could be that all he
did was run a streetlight.

Could be.

But Mel Shaffer is dead.

Okay, all right. But
Graves has got a wife,

he's got a family on the
way, a good job, money.

I mean, why is he gonna kill
somebody for a traffic ticket?

Head for Potrero.

Why Potrero?

I think it's time we
talked to Nina Shaffer.

Was he drunk when it happened?

I don't know that.

But you suspect it.

I suspect...

I suspect that Joe Landers
may be an alcoholic.

Did Mel ever talk
to you about it?

(sobbing): Oh, God!

Oh, dear God!

- Mom, sit down.
- No!

No, he... he stood
here and lied to me.

And now I'm gonna stand
here and tell something

that should have been told
to somebody five years ago.

Yes, he's an alcoholic.

Mom...

Mel knew it, but he
wouldn't turn him in.

And he covered for
him and he carried him.

And now he's dead because of it.

Mrs. Shaffer...

we don't know that.

Well, I know it!

You said five years ago.

Wasn't that about
the time that...?

You know, I'm sure
it was about the time

that Betty walked out on him.

And just about
when Dad backed off

that detective slot in
Robbery he was gonna take.

He did that for Joe...

and Joe got him killed.

Now wait a minute, Corky.

Don't hate him.

It's a disease.

A disease called loneliness.

♪♪

(sighs)

(bottles clanking)

(sighs)

♪♪

Inspectors 8-1 to headquarters.

Anything from that team
around the Graves' house?

OFFICER (over radio):
This is headquarters, 8-1.

Inspectors 24 report that
wife of suspect on the move

and nearing the
Mission District.

(over radio): Suspect
entering the Mission District.

She's going to him, all right.

And he's probably
with that brother of his,

a member of the same gang
that Graves used to hang out with.

KELLER: Yeah, Grim Reapers.

That's a bad bunch.

STONE: Grim Reapers, yeah.

Here we are chasing
him right back into it.

You're the dude who said he'd
never come back, right, Frankie?

Everybody comes back.

You know why?

'Cause they don't
want you out there.

They never wanted
you out there, Frankie.

You shut up,
Vinnie, please, huh?

You thought that they were
gonna show you the good life.

You thought that
they meant all that stuff

about wanting to
help you out, right?

Frankie, that company
you're working for,

do you know the reason
that you got that job?

You got that job because
they need to show somebody

that they're
do-gooders. That's all.

They get big brownie points on
the outside and the government

by showing them that
you're on the payroll.

But wait, Frank, wait
till you need them,

when you really need
them to be there...

Shut up!

(sighs)

Vinnie...

Oh, Vinnie...

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to yell at you.

I'm, uh...

I don't know, man.

I didn't do it.

And you know what?

The last thing in
the world I need

is a lecture from
my kid brother.

I didn't come here for that.

You know what I came here for?

A little help, Frank?

This is the place.

OFFICER (over
radio): 8-1, this is 2-4.

The lady's stopping at a
building on Lexington and 18th.

Keep her out of there. It
could be a powder keg.

And get some backup units
here to screen off the area.

MAN: 10-4.

No answer.

It doesn't matter anyway,
Frank. You don't need a lawyer!

You need this!

I told you to put
that thing away.

Yeah, and you also told me

you were gonna be king of
the hill out there, too, Frank.

All you needed was that
big break they gave you.

(tires squealing)

That building, Mike.

KELLER: All right,
I'll get the back.

I didn't have to
call you, did I?

No, but I wish you
had. Which room?

Now, you said before
it had to be a mistake.

Well, I'm beginning
to think you're right.

So don't you let
another one happen now

because the next man to get
killed could be your husband.

- Number seven.
- Seven.

All that time, Frankie, all
that work, and where are you?

You're right back down
here where you started from.

You want to call
somebody, Frank?

Why don't you call that
company you work for?

Tell them what happened.
Explain the situation.

You think they're gonna come
down here and stand by you?

Vinnie your needle's stuck.

Tell me, Frank, am I
wrong? Tell me I'm wrong!

You're wrong.

(knocking on door)

Who is it?

STONE: Police. Open the door.

(hushed): Put that thing away.

What are you going to do?
You gonna run again, Frank?

That's not the answer.
That's never the answer.

(knocking)

I'm coming. Just a second.

Graves, you just
hold it right here.

Corky.

- Is that him?
- Yes.

- Graves?
- Yeah, that's him.

This is his wife.

Mrs. Graves, this
is Officer Shaffer.

Shaffer?

- Here you go.
- Mrs. Graves.

Excuse us one moment, please.

STONE: Frank, tell me
exactly what happened

after you pushed him.

Well, he, uh, he
reached for his gun

and, uh, I thought he
was going to shoot me.

And, uh, and I grabbed
his arm and, uh,

all I wanted to do was keep
him from pointing that gun at me.

And then it went off.

At what point did you
gain possession of the gun?

I never touched that gun.

Never.

It just went off.

The officer fell,

the gun dropped, and, um,

I hit him.

And then I ran.

Why did you run?

It was my word against his.

Who'd I think you'd believe...

me or him?

Okay, Frank.

I guess you'd like to talk
to your wife for a moment.

Go ahead.

And take it easy.

Art, stay with him!

How do you read him, Mike?

Well, he's telling the
same story those kids told.

And there are
two of them, right?

So that makes the odds three
to one that Joe Landers is lying.

STONE: It may be
an honest mistake.

What about the
shots he took at me?

Well, he thought
you were Graves.

That's right.

Do you know what
you're accusing him of?

Drunk on duty, manslaughter,
obstructing justice.

And attempted murder.

What else was
Landers doing there

if it wasn't to get a hold
of Graves before we did.

I mean, I'm not saying he's
a killer, Mike, but he's, uh,

he's like you said, he's sick.

All right, he's sick.

But he's alive,
my father's dead.

Now look, I've been doing
some checking on my own,

and I found out that
Joe Landers has had

- more than his share of sick calls.
- Corky...

And knowing how close
he and my father were,

- there's no telling how
many others -Corky...

that nobody else knew about.

Corky, now listen to me!

This is no courtroom in here.

Okay, bring him in.

Wait a minute.

I'm okay, Mike.

You're sure?

Yeah.

Why don't you go home now?

I don't want you
to get in the habit

of hanging around
police stations.

Oh, Frankie.

You don't meet a very
nice class of people.

What's going to happen to him?

Well, my personal opinion is

that your husband
is telling the truth.

And that he's just
as much a victim

as that officer who was killed.

- Thank you.
- Oh, wait a minute now.

Remember, I said that
was my personal opinion.

I know. I know.

I don't happen to agree
with what Frankie said

about the class of
people you meet here.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

(knocking)

Joe!

("Amazing Grace" playing)

♪♪

He's a little taller than
you with silver hair.

It was about 15 minutes ago?

Great. Thank you very much.

- You got anything?
- No.

All right, why don't you go up
to Market and I'll head south.

Okay.

("Amazing Grace"
continues playing)

("Amazing Grace"
playing in distance)

(car horn honks, traffic sounds)

("Amazing Grace"
continues playing)

Howdy, friend.

Get away from me.

Hey, all we want is
a little drinky, huh?

Yeah, there's
plenty for all of us.

Get away from me,

or I'll run you in for vagrancy.

He's going to run us in.

- (man laughs harshly)
- Get away from me!

Hey, come on.

- Get up.
- What?

Get over against that wall.

Now, get your hands on that
wall, and put your feet apart.

MAN: What are you
talking about? Listen...

Joe!

JOE: Hey.

Hiya, Corky.

You came just in time.

What's the matter, son?

- You killed him, didn't you?!
- What?

My father... you killed him!

Who told you a thing like that?

Come on, let's go.

All right, now,
where are we going?

To see Mike Stone.

Oh, Stone, huh?

Is he the one who told you that?

Is he the one who told
you that I killed Mel?

Come on, Joe, you're going in

even if I have to
put the cuffs on.

All right, all right.

I'll go in, but I'm
going to walk in.

("Amazing Grace"
continues playing)

(music stops)

(panting)

Stone.

(excited chattering)

Excuse me, excuse me.

Oh, man. Oh, man.

I found him.

He hit me with a bottle.

How long ago?

A few minutes.

I don't know, I was out.

(tires screech)

KELLER: Let's get
that patched up first.

JOE (slurred): Stone.

What are you trying to do to me?

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

KELLER: Mike!

(gunshot)

Corky.

Corky.

It was an accident.

I mean, God help me, son.

I mean... I mean, there
was nothing I could do.

I mean...

There was nothing I could do.

Why did it shoot?

(Joe crying)

Book him.

Hey, Mike?

Hmm?

- (elevator bell dings)
- Why you?

I don't know.

It didn't have to
be me, I guess,

just somebody besides himself.

Yeah.

It's still a hell of a thing to
wake up to though, isn't it?

- (elevator doors opening)
- Yeah.

Do you know that there
are 45,000 other people

with the same problem
right here in the city?

Yeah. Ten million
in the country.

- Ten million?
- Mm-hmm.

You said it's a
disease of loneliness?

No, I didn't say
that... AA said it.

I guess they ought to know...

JEFF: Hey, Steve.

Some of the guys are going
to Luckys for a few beers.

You got anything on?

Uh... I don't
think tonight, Jeff.

Thanks anyway.

- JEFF: Okay. See you later.
- Good night.

I hope you didn't do
that for my benefit.

No, no.

But on the other hand,

I wouldn't want to end
up in lost and found either.

- Lost and found?
- Yeah.

What...? Oh, yeah.

That wasn't bad, was it?

- That was pretty bad.
- Huh?

That was pretty bad.

Just because you didn't say it.

(laughs): That's not the reason.

(continues indistinctly)