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On featured 10-20. [man on radio] 'Ocean Front High School, forest in outskirts." Roger. I'm on my way. [indistinct clamoring] Haven't seen my first murder but should everyone be crowding in here? I don't understand this. We've always kept our academic averages so high. [breathing heavily] [indistinct chattering] Just a minute, you, not so fast. No, chief. Here. The boys' lavatory. She was such a terrific little cheerleader. Mr. Proffer, please, if there's any evidence, sir it's being trampled. (Podalski) 'Alright, watch it there.' 'Watch it, c'mon, step aside here.' Let me through there, c'mon. G-get away from that door. Get back, get back. And stay there! Chief Poldaski, don't you think there's too much, uh.. Evidence trampling.. Evidence trampling going on here. Alright, everybody stop trampling on the evidence. So, that means everybody. And shut up! Anyway, it was about uh, ten after 9:00. I remember English class had just started--
Say, ain't you, uh, ain't you the, uh.. ...the uh, football team water boy? I'm the student manager. Oh, uh, the water is carried by the, uh.. ...assistant student manager, chief. Yeah, well. Anyway, I went to use that cubicle right there. Say, how do you think the, uh team is going to do against Valley High, huh? Uh, I went into that-- - I went into this cubicle-- - 24 games straight. Oh, was it 44-45? - 45, I guess. - Oh, 45. I started to use this cubicle right here. And I looked down and I saw a leg. Oh, I seem to feel much more positive about everything now. [siren wailing at distance] State police. I wonder what's happened. [indistinct chattering] I want a sperm and molestation check before the body's removed. Why don't you and the boy go to your office, Mr. Proffer? I'm sure it'll be more pleasant there. You don't need the kid at all. I've got his whole story right here. And the note that was pinned to her butt. - You got it? - Yeah, I've got it. 'Oh, here it is. Here.'
Let me understand this. You found this on the girl's body? - Yeah. - Huh. - And you removed it. - Um-hmm. And then you... folded it carefully. Otherwise, you might have lost a very valuable piece of evidence. 'You know, I've got some very good ideas about this killing.' And I'm gonna need all the help I can get from you, chief. Starting right now. [blowing whistle] [siren wailing] McDrew. Yes. Oh, sorry. I was in the middle of a Humm Wadsworth test. What? Wait a minute, what happened? I don't know-- Tiger, did you hear about.. - Yes, I just heard. - What happened? - No, I don't know. - Do they who Jill.. [clamoring] Look, I'll tell you as soon as I come out. She was a fine girl and-and a really terrific little cheer leader. Gosh, you've come. Some of the parents are insisting we close the school and newspapers a-a-are demanding a statement.
This is, uh, Mr. McDrew, our assistant principal. But I've know him my way as your football coach. I've seen you many time from across the field, McDrew. I'm Captain Sam Surcher. State Police, Investigation Division. How do you do? Sorry, I wasn't immediately available. Oh, he explained. You know, my kids are gonna be really impressed that I met Tiger McDrew. How long since Braddock High won a game from you folks? 'Four years at least, right? ' Yes, we've had quite a run of exceptional young men here. Young women, they're always one of the finest. - She's such a terrific-- - Little cheerleader. Damn it, Mr. Proffer don't you think she'd want to be remembered for something besides leading a bunch of stupid gals? Well, uh.. ...let's get our time sequence straight now. When you looked into the booth, uh, you recognized her. 'You turned, then you ran for help.' Well, actually, I didn't recognize her at first. Well, I was facing her from sort of an unusual angle. And I didn't recognize her till after she toppled over. Well, how did she topple over, son? Oh, I think I leaned on her. You leaned on her? How? When I bent over to read the note. What're you so..
What're you so nervous about? Because I...keep wondering maybe I did it on purpose. 'Did what? ' C'mon, kid. Tell us what you did to the body. I leaned my hand on her bottom, like I said. You think I'd do anything else to a dead girl? Haven't even had a live one yet. - Love life problems, huh? - What love life? I'm 17 years old, and I haven't touched a girl's breast yet. Well, maybe you haven't found the right girl. Now, something bugging you? I mean, like that.. Well, you're not worrying about acne or bad breath or anything? No, it's nothing like that. Nothing physical then. That's good. Perhaps, there is one physical thing I should've mentioned. I have kind of a problem with, uh.. ...you know, erections. Ah. Is the problem constant, Ponce, or does it vary? No, it's, uh, it's pretty constant. Well, I mean, does... anything seem to help? Well, yes, sir. They, uh... They don't seem to happen as often if I take cold showers.
'When I'm with a girl...' '...the only thing that help is to do' 'multiplication problems in my head.' 'But that kinda interferes with conversations.' Hello, Ponce dear. What a terrible experience finding the poor girl like that. Oh, hello, Mr. McDrew. I'm Ms. Smith, substitute teacher. 'Yes, I know.' Is there anything at all I can do for you? No, ma'am. How are you? Oh, I'm just fine, Mrs. Smith. Thank you. [orchestral music] Done. Very good. Incidentally.. ...I'm putting your name down for track, next semester. Oh, man. C'mon, Tiger, that sport scene is a drag. I don't know how you got hooked on it. You can't spend the rest of your life reading a book, Harold. An animal body needs animal exercise. I'm gonna teach you to feel, man. - To live. - Right. [dog barking] Hello, Yipper. Hello, boy. [upbeat music] Hello.
Live around here? 'Could I offer you a drink? I live right there.' Um-hmm. Daddy, daddy. Mommy, did you tell daddy what I got form school? [chuckling] Hi, sugar plump. Hey, what's this school turning into? Oh, don't ask me. You heard, huh? - On the news. It's awful. - Shocking. Do the police have any clues? Well, I don't know. I talked to the inspector today. He didn't seem to wanna tell me anything. They never wanna tell you anything when they talk to you.. [swing music] Shopping? [bell ringing] Was she raped, Captain? Well, if you don't mind, I'll ask the questions. I'm surprised that embarrasses you. Well, isn't sex involved in many of the crimes you investigate? Yes, now and then. Now, about those boys, Jill used to date. Were any of those boys in the habit of calling her..."Honey"? - Yes.
- Alright, who? Oh, well, probably, all of them. See, our generation's not afraid of feeling...affection. Or expressing it. For example... I love you. And I love you. And the world...must learn to love one another. Currently, that'll be all, Miss Lidia. - Hilda. - Hilda. 'Next.' - Good afternoon, Miss Millick. - Yvonne. Yvonne. Is this in every survey show that the police are oriented very conservatively? So are many Americans. Ponce. What if the police represents just one point of view? Well, that could be very dangerous. Oh, Ponce, hey. Is my dad dangerous 'cause he's conservative? Yes. Your dad doesn't have the powers of repression. 'Is the police repressive? ' [indistinct chatter] (male #1) Well, they deserve what they get, that's all. [bell rings] [indistinct chatter] - Tiger, didn't we..
- Excuse me. [indistinct chatter] Is there still a game on Friday? No, it hasn't been decided, yet. (male #2) 'Hey, what about practice? ' - Ponce, I'll see.. - Alright. Miss Smith. Excuse me. Hi, Mr. McDrew. Yeah, could we, uh, get together during, uh, fifth period? Yes. I mean, no, no. I'm not free but what I mean is, I'll-I'll make myself free. Yes. - Good. - Definitely. Okay. (Captain over recorder) 'In a typical high school, it will be difficult' 'to invent a system more destructive' 'of a child's natural creativity.' 'Only in the most backward penal institutions' 'does one discover equally oppressive rules of silence' 'restriction of movement' 'constant examination of behavior.' 'A world in which one must learn to work, eat, exercise' 'and sometimes, even defecate by the clock.' You mind? The coroner estimates that the girl was killed between 8 and.. Yes. I've said, I was here ...working on my book at that time-- Well, no offence, I hope. No offence taken. It's your job. For test result control.
Some students are more easily distracted than others which might show up as low IQ or some defect which actually, isn't present. Uh, the principal tells me that.. he thinks, this guidance counseling is responsible for the academic average she had. Masters degree in psychology. That's quite impressive. Well, I understand that you've turned down a couple of offers to teach universities. Because I believe, this is.. ...as they say, "Where it's at." High schools are simply not reaching the student. For every college dropout we lose 15 to 18 in high school, Captain. The records on the dead girl. Anything in there that might be of help to us? I think, Jill fooled a lot of people. Not particularly intelligent, IQ 103. 'She seemed more intelligent because she adapted so well' 'to high school level activities.' - Quite beautiful, though. - 'Yes, extraordinary figure.' Excellent dancer. Baton twirler. What kind of men.. ...would a girl like this be attracted to, Tiger? 'Well, let me see.' 'I'd say, it's not impossible, she had marriage in mind.' As a psychologist, any comment on the note that was found on her...on her body? [bell rings] Out of my line. Disturbed personality, obviously. [indistinct chatter] [knocking on the door] - Hello, Miss Smith. - Hi.
'Mind locking the door? ' Put the switch too, will you? You know, I try to get in three minutes of this, everyday? 'You'd be surprised, how hard it is to find the time.' Ha. Would you like to pour us a drink? It's right over here. It's organic apples, brewers yeast, honey and a raw egg. Helps keep the old juices flowing. Oh, well, that's, uh.. that certainly is important to a teacher. - Cheers. - Cheers. We must have a real drink, sometime. - Or is there somebody? - No. I mean, there was, but we broke up. Pity. Sit down. Must be very difficult to be a single female teacher. Well, yes, I-I think, at times, we get even.. It's almost painful. Which makes me wonder if you can handle something I have in mind. Oh, yes. I mean, I-I, I'll certainly try to handle anything you might throw at me. As it were. - Ponce. - Pardon me?
[bell rings] Oh, oh, Ponce de Leon Harper. Oh, yes. 12th grade, the boy who found the.. Yes. As you can see from his profile, he has enormous potential. Somehow, he's acquired a hang up about...sex. And I doubt if a girl his age could help him, now. And I was wondering, Betty, if you would? Uh...help him? Oh, I understand your hesitations. Could cut into your afternoons or evenings when you and I would meet and compare notes on Ponce's progress. Well, uh, yes. I guess, we would have to do that, wouldn't we? And now, let's see, as I understand it you, uh...you want me to help him? 'His problem is... sexual immaturity.' Oh. Yes, uh, well, that's.. that certainly is...a problem. And solution is... a mature woman's friendship. Oh. You want me to be his friend? You could start by inviting him to your apartment. Tell him, you wanna go over some assignment with him. It sounded at first as if, you wanted me to sleep with him. - Isn't that silly? Ha-ha-ha. - It's uproarious. I wonder, what you would have said.
Well, now, if we started doing that with our students who knows, where it would lead? 'Well, we'd certainly get to know them better.' But I wonder, if it's ever justified. Say, in the case of a, of an exceptional student. But some teachers might do it for pleasure. Yes, I suppose there could be some-some whistling while we work. Could I be honest about something? Yes, of course. I hope you're not gonna ask me to invite him too often. 'At this age, uh, the boys are re-becoming men' and I don't see any point in being a.. In being uncomfortable. Well, there's no reason to be uncomfortable in Ponce's case. He confessed to me only this morning that he is totally impotent. Oh, the poor child. Yes, tonight. Can you? I thought, you might want to expand your notes on Milton into a term paper. See you later then, Ponce. [engine starts] Well, it's hard to answer has anyone made any unnatural sexual advances toward me. Perhaps, if the captain were to rephrase the question, Pamela? No, I think, I understand the question. 'I don't understand the word unnatural in this context, sir.' Well, I am having to ask all the girls. The thing is, if a boy didn't make sexual advances toward me I think that would be pretty unnatural. No, that's not quite what I'm getting at, Miss Wilcox. Perhaps, if the captain were to rephrase the question, Pamela? No, I think, I understand the quest--. Okay, okay.
Alright, thank you very much. Thank you. Next. - Sit down, Miss.. - Sonny Swangle. 'Swangle. Swangle.' Has anyone made any...unnatural, sexual overtures to you? [giggling] You kidding? Oh, really? Oh, God. [Swangle laughing] [door bell rings] Oh, hi, Ponce. Come on in. [clock chiming] I just know, we're gonna be good friends. 'Yes, ma'am.' Now, shall we start out by discussing what you think about Milton. - Milton who? - John Milton, silly. 'Paradise Lost, remember? ' You were saying about Milton? - Well, he was a great poet. - Go on. Well, he-de, he-describes the way in heaven from which Satan was expelled. And his evolution into the devil. 'Avenging himself by..' ...by corr-by corrupting his most... finest creation, woman.
I mean, mankind. [ambient music] 'Guard your queen.' Mate. [Jean chuckles] "I fled, but he pursu'd "though more, it seems, inflam'd with lust than rage and swifter far, Mee overtook his mother all dismaid." "And in embraces forcible and foul engendering with me "of that rape begot these yelling monsters "that with ceaseless cry, surround me, "as thou saw'st hourly conceived "and hourly born with sorrow, infinite to me. "For when they list into the womb that bread them they return and howl and gnaw my bowels, their repast." - Isn't this exciting? - Oh, yeah. What's the matter, Ponce? Now you don't think I'm going to eat you, do you? Oh, yes. Ah, no, Miss Smith. Oh, come. Let's make some hot chocolate. - Oh, well, I'll just wait here. - No, come with me, Ponce. Okay, well, I'll bring the text along in case you'd like to read through. You've had enough Milton for one day. Let's have some hot chocolate. - Coming, Ponce? - Yeah, hmm. Miss Smith, may I please be excused? (Miss Smith) 'To your left and through the bed room.'
'The girl has no diary, just letters.' - Let's get cracking. - These were all pen-pals? It's a wonder she didn't die of writer's cramp. 60 times 60 is 3660.. (Miss Betty) 'Ponce, are you alright? Chocolate's getting cold.' ...3721, 62 times 62 is.. Listen to me, Ponce. I'm hardly worthy of being a teacher if I can't discuss any problem a student has. Please, come out. [sigh] Ponce dear.. ...I happen to know that your are struggling with a sexual problem. - Is that it? - Yes, ma'am. Well, I'm going to be equally honest with you. The reason I invited you here was to help you. You must be putting me on, Miss Smith. Come, let's sit down and talk about it. - Please. - Oh, I can't. Ponce, you are a handsome, healthy boy and everything is going to work out alright. You mustn't worry. You must continually believe that. You.. Ponce, would you be more comfortable discussing it in the living room? - Please. - Oh, my goodness. - 'Oh, my goodness' - Ma'am?
Isn't that just wonderful? Well.. We certainly have ended this night on a note of triumph. Haven't we? 'I got it.' Son of a bitch! Damn. (man on TV) 'After two days of intensive investigation' 'the police are still without a suspect' 'on the Ocean Front High School murder.' Jule Fairbun, a lovely 17 year old senior at Ocean Front was found dead in the boys' lavatory by a fellow student. [no audio] Chapter 14. Love, life and learning are what education's all about. Yet, somehow, schools begin backwards by teaching places, names, formulas. 'Instead, we should teach a passion for living.' 'A love for our world and ourselves' 'which would set students reveling in discovery.' 'And in this century, which mankind seems racing' 'toward a new dark ages, at best' if not annihilation.. [doorbell ringing] (Jean) 'I'll get it, hon.' Our schools may become our last chance. Indeed, our last minute chance to turn mankind towards truth, joy and love. It's Captain Surcher, hon. He says it's important. We got a couple of questions, McDrew. 'And they couldn't wait till morning.' Remember the words of the note left on the body? "So long, honey." Yes, puzzling. Which led us to believe that the killer was a psychopath. 'But, uh... Listen.'
"Dear Jill honey, how uptight they'd all be if they knew." "Oh, you honey. This man needs you, I'll defy them, will you?" [playing piano] Signed? First let me make my position very, very clear. Nobody, but nobody is gonna get away with murder. But the last person I'd want it to be is one of the black students. 'It just opens up that question of police prejudice and..' It's signed "Greeny." Isn't that the nickname of one of your quarterbacks, Jim Green? Yes, but I'm sure you'll find he was in the-- We checked. This week, he's clean-up monitor in the chemistry lab. He was in there alone this morning. 'Listen, can I get a sample of his hand writing? ' 'I mean, homework or something like that.' 'I wanna make absolutely certain before I make a move.' [piano music continues] It's Jim's handwriting. Alright, then we'll have to pick him up. Well, if he killed her in the chemistry lab downstairs why would he deposit the body in the second floor can? Perhaps because it's furthest routes away from the assembly and the school office area. We'll check out the timing, but I was hoping that you were gonna tell me something I don't know. I am. He's not your killer, promise you that. As his friend, as his teacher.. ...and as a skilled psychologist. Alright, I'll hold off. Yes.
Oh, by the way. I was talking over some of your ideas with my two sons. And they told me to give you a message. "Right on, man. Right on." [pleasant music] [girls laughing] ♪ Our soldier boys who spend their lives in vain ♪ While savour sense they say pom pom ♪ Are crossing Asian plain Now! [singing continues at distance] Oh, dear, this is terribly embarrassing. Oh.. '21 second to here.' - Oh.. - 24 seconds to here. You stay like this. I want him to carry you in there. But I've never been in a boy's lavatory before. [screams] Freeze! Poldaski.. [blowing whistle] Well, I was waiting for the killer. A criminal always returns to the scene of the crime. [vehicles honking] - Can we talk about something? - Sure. I went to see Miss Smith last night.
(female #4) One...two...three.. You mean, if a women compliments you on your erection? Well, that should mean she kind of likes you, right? Yes, it.. ...it does sound like a warm friendship development. Say what? Honest, she said "It's splendid, Ponce, it's just lovely." Then, she shoved me out the front door. Tiger, am I crazy? I think we've cured Ponce. What happened? Well, we discussed Milton and had hot chocolate. No, no, no. I mean, what did you do to cure him? 'Well, nothing really.' He just, uh... bloomed as it were. Well, something stimulated the boy. What was it? I don't know. Now your next meeting, you should watch him carefully. Note the exact moment he's aroused. Ah, excuse me, but I prefer not to. Why? Well, it's difficult to put into words, but, um.. Well, after Ponce left last night I, uh... I had a miserable evening. Oh. 'He's a very attractive boy.'
And I just can't go through all that again. I'm sure you're exaggerating, Miss Smith. Tiger.. ...I broke up with my boyfriend 13 months ago. It's so easy to escape that kind of discomfort. I'm surprised you don't know the method. - You don't, do you? - Method? No. Well, let me demonstrate it. Now it's terribly important that you not think of affection. Are you not familiar with this experiment? No, no, I can't say that. Well, it's a reverse on basic Masters and Johnson. The whole trick is to maintain an observers point of view. Oh. Now, since you are treating these sensations as a interesting physical phenomenon you'll notice it's impossible for me to excite you. - Ha. Yes, I noticed. - I see. You see, sex is much more than just touch. It certainly is. Not that there isn't art to touch. I mean, this can be quiet pleasant. Yes, it could be...pleasant. You are now responding to me intellectually, analytically. I am? Now notice the difference when emotion replaces analysis. Now let's try the same thing with affection. - Are you ready?
- Yes. - Lock the door. - What? Lock the door. Betty, I love you. - I want you. - Oh, I want you. [whispering] I need you. Oh, Tiger. Tiger.. There, I'm sure you get the general idea. - Tiger, wha-- - 'Let's see.' 'I believe I have some test scheduled this period.' With that...body of yours, it was certainly difficult to remain analytical. Oh, hello, Pam. Be with you in a minute. Uh, could we continue this uh, discussion later today? Oh, my scheduled is pretty tight, Miss Smith. How about meeting after you've had a session with.. ...with the student in question? I think I hate you. [girls laughing] ♪ ... They couldn't use it, hey ♪ We...our team can fight ♪ Hey we're out of sight [football team counting] ♪ Hey from Ocean Front [Tiger counting] 'Get set. Huth! '
'Good. Ten. Huth! ' 'Seven. Huth! ' Get set. Huth! Good. Get set. Hut! Hit it. Good. Get set! Hut! Okay. Get to the fence. They look pretty well up, huh? Yeah, they can do better. Watch this, for when you get your own team. [blowing whistle] [guys shouting] ♪ We can, we can do it, we can do it ♪ We can, we can We can do it.. [singing continues] (Tiger) 'Tell me, why are we here? ' [all] To win! - What? - To win! - 'Why do we win?
' - 'We're the best.' - 'Why? ' - 'We're the best.' - Right. Who can beat us? - Nobody! - Can Carverton beat us? - No! - Can they beat us? - No! - Will they beat us? - No! . What have we got to do with 'em? - Kill them! - Right? - Right! - Let's go then. [cheering] [men chattering] I ran into Miss Smith. She mentioned you. She did? I have the impression that uh, she wouldn't mind terribly if you happened by again some night. [whistling] [laughing] You caught me! Oh, Tiger. I really want you. No.
I mean, I wanna split with you. - Split? - I want to be your old lady. [laughing] Hey, come on now, I've got an old lady. I don't care. Jill and I were friends, dig? We were really tight, and I know. Do you understand? I know. You know what, exactly? You were making it with her. - Did she tell you that? - No. I followed you, to the beach. 'About five nights ago.' 'Remember? ' Yeah. Did you tell anyone? Jill's dying like that made me see something, Tiger. You've got to grab for happiness. No one is going to give it to you. Got to reach out and take it. You didn't answer my question. Have you told anyone? You have to marry me, Tiger. Or else, I won't be able to help myself. [bell ringing] - Good morning.
Fill her up? - Yes. - Check under the hood? - Yes. Tiger. Tiger. Tiger, wait. Tiger. Tiger.. Bah! [blowing horn] [chorus] ♪ ... For amber waves of grain ♪ For purple mountain majesties ♪ Above the fruited plain ♪ America America ♪ God shed his grace on thee ♪ And crown thy good with brotherhood [siren wailing] [vehicles honking] I wonder why they always die with a smile on their face. 'But the killer's some part of this school.' 'There's no more any doubt about that.' (male #3) But, are we agreed then, is the school to stay open? And it's our best chance of finding the killer. 'Alright, but what about the game though, Tiger? ' (male? #4) 'Oh, heck, I'll say cancel the whole thing.' We won't win against Carverton. Right, Tiger? We play on Friday.
Once you start retreating, life will drag you down. Ponce. Football practice today? No, we never practice on a day of a murder. Come on, Jim. You've got to get into it. Look, Jim, I mean, all you have to try to do is is to make sense out of the written word. 'What is the author trying to say? You know.' 'Look.' '"Why would you have me tie myself down for the first women' '"who comes along. Give up the world for her' 'and never look at anyone else." You see? ' "What a fine thing that would be to be, tricked into fidelity. "To bury yourself into one passion forever "and to be blind from your youth on, to all the other beauties who might catch your eye." - What's he reading? - Moliere's "Don Juan." We're doing it for Thanksgiving. (Tiger) "... Give over to the sweet violence "which directs me. "Whatever happened I.. '"I can't refuse loving what is lovable' '"and as soon as a beautiful girl asks for love' '"if I had 10,000 hearts' '"I'd give them all to her.' '"The act of falling in love has an indefinable charm on it.' "And all the pleasure in love lies in the fact
"That it doesn't... last "What intense pleasure there is in subjugating "by 100 attentions, the heart of a young beauty in seeing day by day... the progress you make." [doorbell rings] Hi, Miss Smith. I, uh, I was just in the neighborhood and.. - How are you? - Fine. I just was riding around and I happened - to be in the neighborhood - Yes you said that. I was just riding around doing nothing. Aha, Oh, what's that? - Is that for me? - Do you like ducks? I mean chocolate ducks? I adore chocolate. Oh, you can sit down. I can't stay. Uh, there's liquor inside it. - Oh, Ponce, you shouldn't have. - Oh, no that's alright. My father's rich. I mean my mother is rich my father's dead. - Oh, I'm sorry. - Six years ago. - Oh. - Just like that.
I mean, when nobody was really expecting him to. - I see. I am sorry. - I am too. I'm sure you miss him. No, I mean, yesterday when.. Oh, no, oh, Ponce, you know that's, that's fine. I'm sorry for what I did. - No, no, that's good-- - For what.. - I'm sorry for what happened. - It should happen all the time. Don't, uh, don't be sorry about that. That is just fine. I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Smith. I got some work. Oh, goodnight, Miss Smith. (Tiger) 'Where did you tell them you were going? ' (female #5) 'Majorette meeting.' (Tiger) 'You should've brought your baton.' I told them I'd borrow one. [rock and roll music] Here? On the football field? Oh, dynamite. Did you ever wanna say to the world... I defy you? [door bell ringing] (Miss Smith) 'Just a minute, please?
' Miss Smith, I'm sorry but I forgot.. You forgot what, Ponce? I forgot... My keys! I don't see them anywhere. Perhaps if you retrace your steps, come in, Ponce. I was just getting into bed. Now let's see you came in Uh, gave me the duck and then you sat down. Oh, the duck. Oh, yes, it's out there. Oh, I'll walk home. I only live a few blocks.. 'Please don't.' 'I know I can't sleep now.' 'Maybe if we danced until I became exhausted then I could.' Yes, ma'am. It's lot better than taking sleeping pills. [slow music] Come here, Ponce. You're very tensed, Ponce. I'm sorry, Miss Smith. Betty. [laughing] (Miss Smith) 'Ponce, is your mother a terribly strong willed person? ' - How did you guess? - You're letting me lead. - Oh, I'm sorry.
- And you keep apologizing. Yes, ma'am. But then she's a great person you understand. Anything that I ever become of owe to her.. I'm sure you owe a lot to Tiger too. - Well, he's a great guy. - Yes, he's a very wise man. Jesus. - Oh. - What's the matter, Ponce? - It's nothing. - You tired of dancing? No, I love to dance. No. Why sometimes I dance for hours. Like tonight, huh? Oh, good music, Miss. I could dance all night, tonight. - Ponce, are you undressing me? - Oh, no, Miss Smith. No, it's, uh, I guess, I must've accidently. Ponce, don't hurt me. - The duck - What, dear? The duck. - Oh, Jesus. - Oh. The duck. Oh, it's alright, Ponce. It's alright.
Come we'll fix the damage. Oh! I've got it. Hi, coach! - John? How are you? - Fine, and you? Oh, fine, fine. Say, John, would you mind turning off that light? - John.. - Oh, yeah. - Anyone with you, John? - 'No, no. No, just me.' 'That's good. Coming to the game on Friday? ' - For sure. - We got some new players. We'll really rip 'em to pieces. I'll be back in three minutes. 'John..' - You know her? - Who, her? - Sure, I go to her old man. - Yeah, me too. - Yeah, he's a terrific dentist. - Yeah. He gave me a terrible root canal job, last year. - This tooth, right here.
- What brings you out tonight? The murderer. They always return to the scene of the crime. Good thinking. Yeah... doing a little homework, huh? Listen, John, we got a play I wanna diagram for you-- No. With that many girls around, you're bound to come across one bitch, right? Don't you worry. You just go and beat Carverton on Friday. Oh, and don't let those boys worry you about those killings. You just tell 'em old John'll figure something out eventually. Yeah, I'm sure you will, John. Say, I'm sure sorry I messed up that little party of yours. Oh, well, what's a fella to do, John? Some things just can't be helped. Here, I'll show you.. 'Now I, know that colored boy didn't do it.' 'I mean not the way that nigger plays football.' Oh-h-h! Is he gone? Yes. "Oh brave new world, that has such people in it." Shakespeare - "The Tempest". Do you know how many stars there are in our galaxy? 'No, can't say that I do. ' 100 billion. 'Do you know how many have lived since the beginning of time? ' A trillion? About 100 billion.
That means there's one star for every man that ever lived. Far out. You're gonna be late for school! So are you! [serene music] [intense music] [police sirens] [police whistle] This case is beginning to take on some bizarre aspects. Yeah, like a pile driver broke broke his neck, no weapon found. Karate, maybe? You think the chief may have stumbled over something? Yes, sir, that's not a bad guess. - Oh, Mr. Proffer. - Yes? It's a delegation from the American Legion. They wanna talk to you about an anti-perversion and 100% Americanism committee-- No-no, I can't, I couldn't possibly-- Four orders. Get out there and give 'em a hand. The people from Life Magazine say I gotta pose for 'em, May I? They're taking pictures of everything. Life Magazine? That's international coverage. Two A students, a B student and now a chief of police. We certainly got a batch of funerals comin' up. I just can't work here, anymore. I just can't stand it. 'Oh, Harriet, Harriet, I do understand. You need to rest.' - 'I need a rest.' - 'A short vacation.'
'No, I can't. I don't want to miss the game, tomorrow.' We are doing everything in our power to ensure the safety of the boys and girls. Miss Craymire! Uh, Miss Craymire.. Our assistant principal, I'm sure will be able to answer any questions that you have. - He can't. - Of course he can. He's doing a personality profile. If you will not close the school. I'll not allow Hilda to set foot here. - How are you, Hilda? - Terrific. Good. How are you, miss Smith? - Miss Smith? - How are you, Betty? - Terrific. - Good. [school bell ringing] Jesus, Captain, he's served his country. Infantry Company Commander, Korea. And get this.. ...Unit commendation, plus a silver star plus a purple heart. Mm-hmm...and this here? Ranger training, fort Bedding, Georgia. Karate instructor. Probably an expert at crossbows, boomerangs and fencing. You sure you're not just jealous of him, Captain? There's a girl up there with him now, testing light's on.
You may be right. 'Remember, he's a genuine hero.' I'm sorry, someone reported a stranger loitering 'outside your door in the corridor.' May have been one of the janitors. I think, Ponce is probably right. I understand, Captain. I really do. Thank you. Marriage? Serious step, Ponce. Yeah, I really love her. 'May I be very candid here? ' Sure, man, that's why I come to you. We've never discussed this, but I can see now is the time. You see, I've always had the real hope that.. '...after college, you'd return here to Ocean Front High.' 'As a teacher.' - A teacher? - I feel you'd be the best. I've felt that ever since I first evaluated you. 'And, since I'd become principal, eventually.' 'You'd become vice principal.' I'd continue as guidance counselor. But even here, I want you to begin handling as much of it as you can. Wow. There's my girl! Come here to daddy. I wish I could have that boat. - This one?
- Mm-hm. Alright, we'll buy this boat. - Mmm, that's more my style. - Yeah, on my salary. - Steal it, we'll go to Mexico. - What about Brazil? - Hmm.. - Tahiti, daddy! - Tahiti? - Let's go now! Okay. [church bell ringing] [funeral procession music playing] And keep you in peace. Now and forever more. Amen. (congregation) Amen. All buried at the same time. How touching. I'm so proud of our community. Everybody insisted we not cancel the game. We'll lose for sure, everybody's so down. They're gonna have a moment of silence of each of the girls at half time. Jesus. Well organized. [marching band music] [crowd applauding] [indistinct chatter] Hi, Tiger. My little sweet shortcake snack. 'I've got something for you.
I've always got something.' For a clue, look in your top desk drawer. [recording machine beeps] [marching band music continues] [crowd cheering] We're gonna have to cool it for a while, Sonny. Why? Just for a while. Will you forgive me? If I had something to hold me over. [Sonny moaning] [humming] - We have it. - Hey! - And they want it. - Hey! - 'But if they had it.' - Hey! - 'They couldn't use it. - 'Hey! ' [crowd cheering] [referee's whistle] [indistinct chatter] [referees whistle] [cheering] It's time for the bomb. Throw it. [crowd gasps] [referees whistle] [crowd booing] [referees whistle] Where in the hell do you get off playing it like that? You children don't want life.
You want Disneyland. Pope! Pope you can't even take out a 150 pound sophomore. And Moss...are you running or dancing a ballet? 'And Primo and Sullivan, you're playing a couple of old women.' 'Jim is no help because he's running with his head down.' 'And he's sloppy! You bunch of pussies! ' (man on speaker) 'A few moments of silence for our dear departed.' 'Three wonderful girls from our student body.' 'And one of them, a terrific little cheerleader.' 'Who I know, are up there, somewhere.' 'Still cheering us on today.' 'And of course, that valiant crime-fighter.' 'John Poldaski who gave his life for all of us.' 'You might say.' Is it possible we can do it like we planned? - Yes. - You promised me you'd win. Didn't you? You promised me you'd hit 'em. Didn't you? (all) 'Yes.' - Are we gonna hit em? - Yes. - What? - Yes! - Are we better? - Yes!
- Are we the greatest? - Yes! - What are we? - The greatest! - What are we gonna do to 'em? - Kill 'em! Then, goddamit go do it! [referee whistle] (crowd) 'Go! Go! Go! ' [crowd applauding] [referees whistle] [referees whistle] [referees whistle] What about a cross-buck to the right? Gotcha. (crowd) 'Go, team, go! ' Right! [referees whistle] [all cheering excitedly] Come on, you guys, put me down. [indistinct chatter] Hey, coach! Have you got a word for us? Love! Hey, Tiger, you need me for notes? My office, in ten minutes. We've got a lot to talk about.
We won, tiger. The man who wrestles his woes, Jim, they never get up again. [whistling] [tape recorder clinking] Now, coach, about the academics. Congratulations, coach. How about a few words for KBEX? Coach? 'Hi, Tiger, I've got something for you.' 'I've always got something.' 'For a clue, look in your top desk drawer.' (Tiger) 'We're gonna have to cool it for a while, Sonny.' 'Why? ' 'Just for a while. Will you forgive me? ' (Sonny) 'If I had something to hold me over.' [moaning] [whistling] [moaning on tape recorder] 'Get down here, yeah, that's it, yeah.' [moaning continues] 'How's that? Feel good? ' Hey, man, you really made some great calls. Especially that last reverse. Listen, Tiger, I think I'm coming down with something. I'm gonna go home. I'll drive you. Hey, great game, eh, Sam?
It's time to blow the whistle on the swinger. - Pick McDrew for questioning. - Sam.. And besides that, I want every young broad he's had recently for a lie detector session. Somebody's got a break. Go ahead. And here we have Captain Sam Surcher, State Police. - It was a great game, Captain? - Yes. Would you say, captain, that we can expect some breakthrough in the high school murder case In the very near future? Shit. And you heard it first here on KBEX. An inside report from our state police. [intense music] (Tiger) 'No Ponce. I didn't ball the entire female student body.' Just a few truly exceptional girls. Just as I could concentrate only on those boys with good potential. Like yourself. 'A few others, you know.' With girls you communicate best that way 'with boys, I use sports. Fishing trips.' That sort of thing. Hey remember that rugged hike to the top of Mount Whitney? Oh, Jesus. Yeah, but did you have to kill them? Jill.. ...was an incredibly stupid mistake on my part. 'It was the only time I ever ignored my own test results.'
In the office, that morning. The ultimatum. 'Divorce my wife.' 'Marry her and answer to the world at that moment. Or else.' You know, my first thought, Ponce, was.. ...if I could...explain it to you. 'Make you...really understand.' 'Then, perhaps, you'd keep silent.' Yeah, I'm really beginning to understand. No, Ponce. You couldn't possibly keep silent. 'And I'm afraid there's no way you can convince me' 'that you could.' 'We have a real dilemma, haven't we? ' [intense music] [engine starts] (Tiger) 'I'm taking you home.' The accelerator's stuck! Hang on, Ponce. [screams] [seagulls squawking] [intense music] [serene music] We are gathered here in memory of our late and much regretted friend, Michael "Tiger" McDrew. 'Whose contributions have put Ocean Front High School' 'at the vanguard of educational communities.' 'And at the top of the High School Football League.' 'A heroic man, whose last act was to thrust a passenger' 'from the submerging car.' 'Giving his life, that a boy might live.' 'The sea has not yielded up his remains.' 'But his memory will live forever in our hearts.'
'And his soul, in God.' Amen. (congregation) 'Amen.' ♪ We'll long remember ♪ Happiness we know ♪ In golden days of love and learning ♪ Wisdom's seeds were sown ♪ We'll remember joy of giving ♪ Love to our fellow man ♪ And to him wherever he is ♪ Lend a helping hand 'You knew I was special to him? ' Mm-hm, he would've wanted us to comfort each other. My place at four. You really guessed wrong about him, Sam. Giving his last breath to save a young boy. I must be getting stale. Need a vacation. I'll take a couple of weeks. - Where you going? - I dunno... Brazil? - You're full of surprises. - I hope to be. Still, it's very strange they never found a body. I'm crushed, I have to talk to someone. My place or yours? ♪ Chilly winds may blow ♪ Chilly winds they come and they go
♪ Chilly winds may blow, oh ♪ I don't know where they go ♪ And I don't know ♪ Chilly winds may blow ♪ Chilly winds they come and they go ♪ Chilly winds may blow, oh ♪ Where do the winds go? ♪ Oh, I don't know ♪ Looking all around feeling lost and found ♪ Only talking to the wind ♪ Moving up and down going round and round ♪ No lonely traces of a friend ♪ The wind in the trees is more than a breeze ♪ Winding through our memory ♪ Chilly winds ♪ Chilly winds ♪ Chilly winds ♪ Chilly winds Curtain's going up! Curtain's going up! A big Broadway opening. Everybody who's anybody in New York is here tonight. Everybody but one man. This man. Me. Where are you going? Didn't you direct this? I just have to... One or two things.
Get out of this theatre! - Is anything wrong with your seat? - It's facing the stage! It's going to be a disaster. I can't just sit there and watch. Five seconds and we still haven't got a laugh. I'm not running away. I just don't like watching a car crash. Particularly when it's mine. It's going to be a catastrophe. They'll forget their lines. We won't get out of New York alive. There's pictures of us in the lobby. I'll get on a plane. I should have done when we opened in Des Moines, before we opened, at the dress rehearsal, as soon as the curtain went up. As soon as the damned phone rang and Dotty came on with the sardines. Hold on! Hold your horses! Oh, Lord love a duck! Shut up! I'm on my way. It's no good you going on. I can't open sardines and answer the phone. I've only got one pair of feet. Hello? Yes, but there's no one here, love... No, Mr Brent's not here. He lives here, yes, but not now because he lives in Spain. Yes, Philip Brent, who writes plays, only now he writes them in Spain. She's in Spain, too.
They all are. Am I in Spain? No, I'm not in Spain. I look after the house for them. Only I go home at one on Wednesdays, so that's where I am. No, because I've got a nice plate of sardines to put my feet up with. And they've got colour here, and it's the Royal...you know, the horse race. Where's the paper? If it's about letting the house, you'll have to ring the house agents. Squire, Squire, Hackham and... Who's the other one? No, they're next to the phone in the study. Squire, Squire, Hackham and... Hold on! I'll go and look. As soon as you take the weight off your feet, down it all comes on your head. And I take the sardines... No, I leave the sardines... No, I take the sardines. You leave the sardines and you hang up the phone. Yes, right. I hang up the phone. - And you leave the sardines. - I leave the sardines? You leave the sardines. I hang up the phone and I leave the sardines? Right! - We've changed that, have we, dear? - No, dear. - That's what I've always been doing?
- I wouldn't say that, Dotty. How about the words? Am I getting some of them right? Some of them have a very familiar ring. - It's like a slot machine up here. - I know that. I never know what's going to come out: three oranges or two lemons and a banana. Anyway, it's not midnight yet, and we don't open till tomorrow. - You're holding the receiver. - Right. ""Squire, Squire, Hackham and...hold on!" and noises off. Squire, Squire, Hackham... Hold on! Hanging up the phone. Put your feet up for two minutes and they come running after you. - Hold it! - This is her afternoon off. - Hold it, Garry. Dotty! - We've got the place to ourselves. - Wow! - Hold it, Brooke. - Dotty! - Come back? Yes, and go out with the newspaper. The newspaper. Oh, the newspaper. Hang up the phone, leave the sardines and go out, with the newspaper. - Here.
- Sorry. - Don't worry. It's just the tech. - It's the dress, Garry. - When was the tech? - When's the dress? We open tomorrow. We're thinking of it as the tech. - It's the words. - Don't worry about the words. And that accent. It's like oranges and lemons. Your words are fine. Better than the... you know? Isn't that right? - Sorry? - I mean, OK, he's the... But, Dotty, you've been playing this kind of part for, well, I mean... Jesus, Dotty, you know? Garry and Brooke are off, Dotty is holding the receiver. We open tomorrow, we've only had two weeks rehearsal, we don't know where we are, but here we are. - Right, Lloyd? - Beautifully put. We're playing Des Moines, then Pittsburgh, then God knows where and we're all feeling, you know? - Aren't you? - Sorry? Garry, you're off. - Sorry, Lloyd, but...you know? - I know.
- Thanks, Lloyd. - So you're off... Lloyd, let me just say one thing. I've known many directors, some geniuses, some bastards, but I've never met one who was so totally... I don't know. Thank you, Garry, I'm very touched. Now get off the fucking stage. - And Brooke? - Yes? - Are you in? - In? - Are you there? - What? You're out. OK, I'll call again. And on we go. So, there you are, holding the receiver. I hold the receiver. I hang it up. I leave the sardines. - Always the same story... - And you take the newspaper. I take the newspaper. I leave the sardines. A weight off your mind, a load off your stomach. - And off I go at last. - Leaving the receiver. My housekeeper, yes, but... And noises off. Stage!
This is her afternoon off, so we've got the place to ourselves. - Wow! - I'll just check. Hello? Anyone at home? There's no one here. - What do you think? - Great! It's all yours? Just a shack in the woods. Converted mill, 1 6th century. - Must have cost a bomb. - Ideal for business. Someone's coming at 4.00. Arab. Oil. I've got to get those files to Basingstoke by 4.00. We'll just manage to fit it in... Do it... - Right. - We won't chill the champagne. - All these doors! -Just a handful. Study, kitchen and housekeeper's flat. Which one's the...you know? - Oh, through here. - Fantastic! Now I've lost the sardines. - I thought no one was here. - I'm not.
Only it's the Royal... The race where they wear those hats. Who are you? From Squire, Squire, Hackham and Dudley. - Which one are you, then? - I'm Tramplemain. I thought you were a burglar. I just dropped in to go into a few things... Check some measurements... Do one or two odd jobs. Oh, and I've got a prospective tenant. - What's wrong with this door? - Her interest is aroused. That's not the bedroom. No, that's the downstairs bathroom and WC. - The housekeeper, Mrs Crockett. - Clackett, dear. - She's not here. It's the Royal. - It's black and white at home. Don't worry about us. We'll just inspect the house. - Now I've lost the newspaper. - Sardines! - Sorry about this. - That's all right. We don't want the TV. Sardines! I forgot the sardines. Lloyd!
These damned sardines! - We can't go on like this. - Can't go on like what, Garry? It's OK for you, but we work with them, don't we? - Sorry? - The sardines? We're working our asses off and there are four plates of sardines in act one. Poppy! You want something instead of sardines? - You want mashed banana? - We don't want mashed banana. - We're changing the sardines. - We're not angry at you, Poppy. I'm happy with the sardines if you are, hon. - I'm happy if you are. - Garry, what are you saying? Here we are, busting our guts up here and, Christ! - I see. You got that, Poppy? - Well... Right. On we go from Dotty's exit. And Poppy? Don't let this happen again. - No. - Sorry.Just getting that straight. - As long as Dotty's happy. - Absolutely. - Do something for me, Dotty. - Anything.
Take the sardines off with you. - I'm sorry about this. - That's all right. We don't want the TV. She's been in the family for generations. Come on. I've got to be in Basingstoke by 4.00. - Perhaps just some champagne? - Upstairs. And bring my files. - Only... - What? Her? She has been here for generations. Sardines, sardines... It's not for me to say, but I will say this: take the plunge, you'll enjoy it here. Won't she? - Yes, well... - We'll enjoy having you, won't we? Terrific! Sardines... Can't put your feet up on an empty stomach. She thinks it's great. She's making us sardines. She's terrific. - Terrific. - So, which way? All right. Before she comes back with the sardines.
- Up here? In here? - Yes, yes, yes. Another bathroom. You always try to get me in the bathrooms! - I mean in here. - Ooh! Black sheets! That's the linen closet. This one, this one! You're in a real state. Can't even get the door open. - It's Mrs Clackett's afternoon off. - Hold it! Look at it! Hold it! And God said, ""Hold it!" And they held it. And God saw that it was terrible. - The door won't open. - This door won't close. - And God said, ""Poppy!" - You know I'm stupid about doors. - You're doing perfectly. - As long as I didn't break it. And there was Poppy. And God said, ""Be fruitful and multiply and fetch Tim to fix the doors." I love tech rehearsals! She loves tech rehearsals!
Isn't she, just... Where's Dotty? - Everyone's always so nice. - Belinda's being all, you know? Freddy, don't you like an all-night tech? Only because you can sit on the furniture. - It's good to see you making jokes. - Oh, was that a joke? This is such a nice company to work with. Broadway in six months! - Cleveland in three! - All right, Lloyd? I know what God felt like when he sat in the dark, creating the world. - What did he feel like? - Pleased he'd taken his Valium. He had six days. We've only got six hours. And God said, ""Where the hell is Tim?" And there was Tim. And God said, ""Let there be doors that open and close." Do something? I was getting the bananas. Doors! I bet God had a stage manager who understood English, too. - That door won't close. - And the bedroom won't, you know? - He hasn't been to bed for 48 hours. - Don't worry! Only another 24 hours. Look, he's come down to earth amongst us.
Listen, since we've stopped... It took two days to do the set, so we shan't have time for a dress rehearsal. Don't worry. Think of the first night as the dress. If we can just get through tonight for doors and sardines. It's all about doors and sardines, getting on and off, getting the sardines on and off. That's farce. That's the theatre. That's life. Oh, God, Lloyd. You're so deep. So just keep going. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang, you're on! Bang, you've said it! Bang, you're off! - Where's Selsdon? - Oh, God! - Selsdon! - Poppy! - I thought he was out front. - Is Mr Mowbray in his dressing room? - Would he, during a tech? - Would who? - Selsdon. - He wouldn't during a tech. - Half a chance, he would. - What?
- Be fair. - Let's not jump to conclusions. - Get the understudy. Tim! - Yes? Hurry up with the doors. You're going on for Selsdon. He should never have been let out of our sight. I said that. He's been good in rehearsals. In the rehearsal hall, it was all...you know? You could see everyone. Here, there's a front and a back and we've lost him. - He's not in his dressing room. - Bathroom? Prop room? Paint shop? Call the police! Doors finished? Get the gear on! - I'm sorry, Dotty, my precious. - No, it's my fault. - I cast him. - I said, ""Give him one last chance." We did summer stock together when I was a kid. It's my fault, sweetheart. - This tour is her life savings. - We know that, Garry. I'm not out to make my fortune. I just wanted to put something away.
We know. A little house. It's not much to ask. - Don't blame yourself. - Sorry? - Don't cry. - I've got something behind my lens. It's not Brooke's fault. He was right there before we started. - Who? - It's all right. We know you can't see. You mean Selsdon? I'm not blind. I can see Selsdon. - Selsdon! - He's here! Standing there like Hamlet's father. - We thought you were...not there. - Where have you been? - Are you all right? - Speak to us. - Is it a party? - Is it a party? Is it? How killing! I thought there was going to be a rehearsal. I was having a post-prandial snooze so as to be ready for the rehearsal. - Isn't he lovely? - Now we can see him.
- What are we celebrating? - What are we celebrating? Tim, you look strained and anxious. I can't find the gear. I've looked in his wardrobe... Oh. - Beer? In the wardrobe? - No, Selsdon. You need a break. Why don't you sit down and do the payroll? - I'll do the bananas first. - He's been up for 48 hours. And don't fall down, Tim. We may not be insured. - What's next? - I thought we might try a rehearsal. - I won't, thank you. - You won't? No, I'll watch. Is this the beer in the wardrobe? - No, he wants to rehearse. - But shouldn't we rehearse? I knew you'd think of something. From Belinda and Freddy's entrance. - What's happened now? - The police. They've found an old man in a doorway. - Thank you. - They say he's dirty and smelly.
I thought, ""Oh, my God!" because when you get close to Selsdon... - Poppy! - No, if you stand anywhere near him, you can't help noticing this very distinctive... I tell you, Poppy, once you get it in your nostrils, you never forget it. Sixty years now, and the smell of the theatre still haunts me. Bless him! Poppy, how did you get a job like this that requires tact? - You're not somebody's girlfriend? - Don't worry. He did not hear. - Not here? - Yes, there. - Go to sleep. - You're not on for 20 pages. I might go back to sleep. I'm not on for 20 pages. On we go. Dotty in the kitchen with sardines. Garry and Brooke on the stairs, Freddy and Belinda waiting outside, time sliding into the past. - Aren't they sweet? Garry and Dotty. - You mean, they're...? - It's supposed to be a secret. - But she's old enough to be...! - Didn't you know? - I'm just God. I don't know anything. - What's happening? - You tell me. - What are we waiting for?
- Her 1 8th birthday? Or maybe just the cue. Brooke! ""You can't even get the door open." - You can't even get the door open. - Door closed, Garry, love! You can't even get the door open. We've got the place entirely to ourselves. Look at it! I can't believe it! - A perfect place for an assignation! - Home. Our secret hideaway. - The last place anyone will look. - It's funny creeping in. If the Inland Revenue find out, bang goes our claim to be resident abroad, bang goes most of this year's income. I wonder if Mrs Clackett's aired the beds. - Darling! - Why not? No children, no friends. We're on our own. True. There is something to be said for being a tax exile. Leave those! Shh! The Inland Revenue may hear us. What I did with that first lot of sardines I shall never know. Mrs Clackett! - My heart jumped out of my boots! - So did mine.
- I thought you were in Spain. - We are. We're not here. - The income tax are after you? - They would be if they knew. All right, love. You're not here. I haven't seen you. - Off to bed, are you? - Well... Nowhere like bed when it all gets on top of you. - You'll want your things. - Yes. - That bed isn't aired. - I'll get a hot-water bottle. - All your letters are in the study. - You forward them, don't you? - Not the ones from the income tax. - Oh, my God! Where are they? - In the little pigeon-house, dear. - In the pigeon-house? - I could hear voices. - What sort of voices? Hold it! What's the trouble? You know how stupid I am about moves. Sorry. Why do I take the things into the study? Shouldn't I leave them?
- No. - I thought it might be more logical. No. I know it's late in the day, but... - No, several minutes before we open. - As long as we're not too rushed. Why does he carry the bag and groceries into the study? - They have to be out of the way. - I see that. And Selsdon needs them in the study. - Where is Selsdon? Is he there? - Selsdon! Selsdon! - Am I on? - No, no. I thought I heard my voice. No. Go back to sleep. You're not on for 1 0 pages. - I see all that. - Oh, no. - But why? - Why does anyone do anything? Why does that other idiot go out with sardines? - I'm not getting at you. - Of course not. -Jesus, why do I? - Who knows? Who knows?
The wellsprings of human action are deep and cloudy. Maybe something happened when you were a small child that made you frightened to let go of groceries. - It could be genetic. - Or...you know. - It could be. - I understand all that... I'm telling you I don't know. I don't think the author knows. I don't know why the author came into this industry. Or any of us. If you could just give me a reason. All right. I'll give you a reason. You carry them into the study because it's slightly after midnight and we're not going to be finished before we open tomorrow. Correction. Before we open tonight! And on we go, from after Freddy's exit, with groceries. Lloyd, sweetheart, his wife left him this morning. Oh. Freddy? I think the point is, you had a great fright when she mentions income tax and you felt insecure and exposed and you wanted something familiar to hold on to. Thank you, Lloyd. - Bless you! - And on we merrily go. ""Yes, but I could hear voices." - Yes, but I could hear voices. - What voices? - People's! - No one's here. - I saw the door handle move.
- Must you put your tie on to look? Mrs Clockett. She's been here for generations. - Look, she's opened our sardines. - You can't go down like that. - Why not? - Mrs Crackett. She's irreplaceable. Sardines here, sardines there! It's like a Sunday school outing. - You still poking around? - Yes, still poking. Still around. - In the linen closet? - No, no! Yes, just checking the sheets, going through the inventory. - Mrs Blackett... - Clackett. Is there anyone else in the house? - No one. - I thought I heard voices. - No voices here. - I must have imagined it. - Oh, my God! - I beg your pardon! - Oh, my God! - Why? What is it? Oh, my God! The study door's open.
Oh, my God! There's another car outside. That's not Mr Hackham's, is it? Nothing but flapping doors in this house. Final notice, steps will be taken, foreclosure, proceedings in court... - A gentleman come about the house. - I'm not here. - He's got a lady quite aroused. - Leave it to the agents. Shall I let them go all over? Anything, but don't tell anyone we're here. I'll just sit down and... Sardines! I've forgotten the sardines. If it wasn't fixed to my shoulders, I'd forget what day it was. I didn't get this. I'm in Spain. If I didn't get it, I didn't open it. Did I have a dress like this? I shouldn't buy anything this tarty. - Did you give me it? - Never should have touched it! Stick it down! Never saw it! I'll put it in the attic with your other precious gifts. All right. Now the study door's open again. What's going on? Knocking! Upstairs.
Oh, my God! There's something in the linen closet. - Oh, it's you! - Of course it's me. You put me in there with the black sheets. - Why did you lock the door? - Why did you? - I didn't! - Someone did. We can't stand here... in your underwear. - OK, I'll take it off. - In here! This glue isn't the sort you can never get unstuck, is it? - Hold it! - Mrs Clackett's made us sardines. - We have a problem. - Which one this time? - Left. - It's the left one. - Left one! - Left one! - Could be anywhere. - Could have bounced. - Where did you last see it? - It was in her eye. She opens her eyes very...don't you? I feel I should rush forward. - Careful where you put your feet. - Everyone look under their feet.
No one move their feet! Put your feet back where they were! Pick up your feet one at a time. Brooke, is this going to happen during a performance? - She'll keep going. - Can she see? - Can she hear without them? - Sorry? Oh, sorry! - You stepped on his hand! - Oh, look at Freddy, the poor thing! - What's the matter? - Nose bleed. - No one touched him. - Violence makes his nose bleed. Sorry. I thought you spoke to me. Hit the manager with this to finish off theatre in Des Moines. - Anyway, I've found it. - Where? - In my eye. - Nice going. - Your left eye? - Yes. Round the side. - I knew it hadn't gone far. OK? - I think so. Clear the stage. Walking wounded carry stretcher cases.
- All right, Freddy? - I just have a thing about... - We understand. - On we bloodily stagger. Freddy, I'll rephrase that. On we blindly stumble. Brooke, I withdraw that. Anyway... - Where's Selsdon? - Selsdon! Selsdon! She might have dropped it out here. Good. Keep looking. Only another five pages, Selsdon. ""Anyway, we can't stand here...in your underwear. OK, I'll take it off." Darling, this isn't the sort of glue that never comes unstuck, is it? Oh, Mrs Clackett's made us sardines. - Now what? - A hot-water bottle. - I didn't put it there. - I didn't. Someone in the bathroom filling it. - Is something creepy going on? - Darling, are you coming to bed? - What did you say? - Nothing. The door handle, the hot-water bottle... - I've got goose pimples.
- Get something on. - Under the covers. - What did I do with the sardines? You hear funny things about old houses. But this one has been modernised. Nothing creepy could survive... What? What is it? What's happening? - The sardines! They've gone! - There is something funny going on. I'm going to put my head under the... - I put them there. - Bag! Mrs Sprockett must have taken them away. - Bag! - What? - What is it? - Bag! - Bag! - What do you mean? - Bag! Bag! - What bag? No bag! Your bag suddenly here, now gone! - It's in the bedroom. - Don't go in there! - The box!
They've both gone. - My files! - What's happening? Wait here! - No! - Get dressed! - I'm not going in there. I'll fetch your dress. Your dress has gone. Don't panic! Don't panic! There's some rational explanation. Mrs Splodgett will tell us. You wait here. No, you can't stand here like that. Wait in the study. Study, study! Roger, there's something in there. Where are you? I know this is going to sound silly, but... - I'm going to clear out the attic. - I'm glued to a tax demand. - Why don't you put the sardines down? - I'm stuck to the sardines. Get that bottle marked ""poison". It eats through anything. I've heard of people being stuck with a problem, but this is ridiculous! Selsdon! You're on, Selsdon! - We're there.
The moment's arrived. - It's all right. He's coming. The arm should have come through. Ah! Here it comes. No bars, no burglar alarms. They should be... Hold it, Selsdon. Let's take it again. Hold it, Selsdon! Hold it! - Lloyd wants you to hold it. - Stop, Selsdon! My God! Like the band playing on as the Titanic sank. Stop? - Thank you. Selsdon... - My dad was nearly on the Titanic. He can hear better than I can. From your entrance. - It was before the War, so... - Thank you. Poppy! - No. Stops me sleeping. - Put the glass back. - Come on again? - Right, only sooner.
Like yesterday. Freddy! Start when Freddy opens the door. What's the line? I've heard of getting stuck with a problem. Start moving on, ""I've heard of getting stuck with a problem." I want your arm through the window, right? - May I make one suggestion? - What? Would it perhaps be better if I came on earlier? Only there's a hiatus between Freddy's exit and my entrance. - No, Selsdon, listen. - Yeah? - I've got it. - What? - Come on a little earlier. - We're thinking along the same lines. Am I putting him on or vice versa? Freddy, from your exit. I've heard of getting stuck with a problem, but this is ridiculous. No bars, no burglar alarms. They should be prosecuted for incitement. It makes me weep when I think I used to do banks, bullion vaults. What am I doing now? Breaking into paper bags. I know they're in Spain because the old turkey in the kitchen said so. And I saw her go out in her swimming costume. Get the van loaded. No rush. Only got all flaming afternoon.
What have they got to offer? One microwave oven. #50. Hardly worth lifting it. Cor! Come here! Junk, junk, junk! Well, yes, if you insist. Now, where's his desk? They all say the same thing: it's hard to adjust to retirement. The prospective tenant wishes to know of any history of the paranormal. Yes, everything's nice and paranormal here. Has anything ever dematerialised or flown about? No, things move on their own two feet, just like in any house. I'll tell the prospective tenant. She's inspecting the study. - There's a man! - There's no one! He's searching for something. - I can't see no one. - This is extraordinary! Where's my prospective tenant? She's gone! Disappeared! - Oh, my God! - Now what? The sardines! Can you see them? Yes.
I can see the way they're going. I'm not letting them out of my hand. But where is she? I can see I'm going to be opening sardines all night. He said, ""It's time to hand over the ammonia bottle to a younger man." Where's she gone? ""I may be 70," I said, ""but I've still got all my wits about me." - He didn't have an answer to that. - Vicki! Vicki! - Or, if he did, I didn't hear it. - Darling, where are you? That stuff doesn't eat through glue, just trousers. You don't think it eats through...? I'd better get these trousers off. This is an emergency! If it eats through anything... I can feel it! It's eating through everything! - An evil house! - The Inland Revenue! - He's back! - I'm not here! - Oh, my God! - I'm abroad. I must go. - Stay! Speak! - Only in the presence of my lawyer.
Hold on! You're just an intruder! An ordinary intruder. Nice to meet you. Have a sardine. No, you're a sex criminal. You've done something to Vicki. I'll sort you out. You've got sardines. If there's nothing I can offer, I'll be running along. Come back! Hello? Police? Someone has broken into my house into someone's house, and a young woman is missing. - It's in the garden now, a man! - She's reappeared. Are you OK? - No! He almost saw me! - He almost saw her! - He's taken our things. - The things are here! They're back! We're just missing sardines. - Here they are! - We've found them. This is the police? You want the police here? In my underwear? Let's say no more.
I thought something terrible had happened. - It has. I know him. - You know him? He's dealt with by our office. He mustn't see me like this. - The Inland Revenue has standards. - Put something on. - I haven't got anything. - Try the bathroom. And bring the sardines. I said, ""When have I had to run off in the middle of a job for a piddle?" Oh, my God! Where is it? - Stay there till you're dressed. - I can't talk about tax in this! I knew I shouldn't have brought the subject up. Help! Where are you? Put it on! It's a start. I'll find a bottom. I'll find a top. Something. Someone in there! It's him, it's him! I'm finding such lovely things. Remember the biscuit tin you gave me on our first anniversary? - Who are you? - Oh, my God!
I've taken your dress off you. Where have you been? I've been going mad! Look at the state I'm in! I was trying to explain about the Inland Revenue and my fingers got stuck. Don't wave it in my face. I'm trying to find something. - Pair of gold taps. Oh, God! - Who are you? - Doing the taps. - Income tax? That's right. In come the new taps, out go the old. Tax inspectors everywhere! Oh, my God! Boxes flying about! There is something funny going on. Are you dressed yet? I've got the dress stuck to my head now. - A man! - Doing the taps. - Attacks? On women? - I'll do the taps on the bath first. Sex criminals everywhere. Where is Vicki? Vicki! I'm off. Tax on women?
They'll tax anything these days. You're in trouble, you see? - WC? I'll fix it. - Vicki! Sheikh! I thought you were coming at 4.00! And this is your charming wife? You want to see over the house now? Since you're upstairs... - Him and his floozy! - Let's start downstairs. Who are you? I don't know who she is. No connection with the house. - This good lady with the sardines... - This time, I'm eating them. ...is fully occupied. The toilet facilities... - Mrs Clackett, who are these people? -Just Arab sheikhs. I'm sorry. This is the downstairs bathroom. - Upstairs, we have... - Your ballcocks have gone. - We have him. - Irish linen sheets off my own bed! - In the study, however... - Give me that sheet! There she stands in her smalls for all the world to see.
- It's my little girl. - Dad! - My little Vicki that ran away. - Would you believe it? - What are you doing here? - What about you? I'm taking our files on tax evasion to Basingstoke. Where's my other sheet? Ah, a house of heavenly peace! I rent it! - You! - Is it? I still have my trousers round my ankles. I have no dresser. Get Tim to help you. Tim! Where's Tim? Come on, Tim! - What? - Oh, you're acting. - I must have dozed off. - Never mind. - Do something? - No, we'll struggle through. Tim sleeps while we run around with our trousers round our ankles. OK, Freddy, from your entrance with trousers round ankles. ""So, where's my other sheet?" Some other problem, Freddy? - Since we're stopped... - Why did I ask? I'm stupid about plot.
Could I ask another dumb question? All of my studies in world drama lie at your disposal. Why is the sheikh Philip's double? He comes in and we think he's, you know... - That's the joke. - I see that. - The plot depends on it. - But it is a coincidence, isn't it? It is kind of a coincidence, Freddy, yes. Until you reflect that there was an earlier draft of the play. In this, it's clear that Philip's father, as a young man, travelled in the Middle East. - I see. - You see? - Interesting. - Yes. - Will the audience get it? - You show them. - That's what acting's about. - Thank you, Lloyd. So, from your entrance, Freddy. What's going to be left of this show when I'm back in New York and you're up there on your own? So, where's my other sheet? Ah! A house of heavenly peace! I rent it! - You! - Is it? - Who else? - You ask to view this house when you're a trouserless tramp! - You took the clean sheets!
- You snatched my nightdress. You tossed me aside like a broken china doll. I won't ask what you were up to with my girl, but I'll tell you one thing. - Brooke! - Sorry. Your line! We're two lines from the end of the act. - I don't understand. - Tell her. - ""What's that, Dad?" - But I don't understand. I say, ""I'll tell you something." You say, ""What's that, Dad?" I don't understand why the sheikh looks like Philip. Poppy! Bring the book! Is it ""I don't understand why the sheikh looks like Philip"? Can we consult the author's text? ""What's that, Dad?" Right. That's the line. We know you've worked in places where you make it up as you go along, but we don't want that here, not when there's a polished line already. Not at 1 a.m., not two lines from the end of act one. Not when we're about to get a coffee break. We merely want to hear the line ""What's that, Dad?" That's all. Nothing else! I'm not being unreasonable, am I? Exit? Does it say ""exit"? Oh, my God. She's going to wash away her lenses.
- Oh, dear. - A little heavy. I thought it was going to be Poppy. - This is all my fault. - Why Brooke? - It was sweet. - Sweet? - A lovers' quarrel. - You mean Lloyd and Brooke? Where do you think they've been all weekend? That's why he didn't realise the set was wrong. - Shh! Here they come. - All forgotten. I was irresistible. - I'm going to throw up. - What? - Oh, no! - Oh, God! - Poppy? - You pig! - You mean...? - I didn't know that. - I'm going to faint. - Head between your knees. - Nothing she didn't know! - Two weeks' rehearsal. That's all! - What's next? - Most exciting.
- Is she all right? - She will be. Something she ate. - This one's a bit, you know? - I'm feeling a bit, you know, myself. - I need that coffee break. - You're certainly overdoing it. Can we just have the last line of the act? Me? Last line? Right. Well, I'll tell you one thing, Vicki. What's that, Dad? When all around is uncertainty, there's nothing like a good old-fashioned plate of sardines. - And curtain! - Oh. All right. Let's reset for night, act two. In fact, they loved it in Des Moines. At the end of act two, they laughed. What's this? There's only one thing missing: a plate of sardines. Yeah. They clapped and clapped. In Des Moines. Well, they clapped. Even Selsdon heard them. But then there was Decatur, Illinois, then there was Cairo, Missouri, and Paducah, Kentucky. I wasn't there for the difficulties in Decatur or the problems in Paducah, but I couldn't always hold their hands.
How could I be in Decatur and Paducah when I was doing Hamlet in New York? I caught up with the show in Miami Beach. I was right in there with them when they did that famous matinée. - Sir, your ticket? - I'm the director. Don't tell anyone. Act one places. Your calls, Miss Otley, Miss Ashton, Mr Lejeune, Mr Dallas, Miss Blair. Act one places, please. Do you think we'll get act one places? She'll pull herself together now we've called places. Won't she? - Will she? - You know Dotty. We're only at Miami Beach. What will it be like by Cleveland? - If only she'd speak. - Or unlock the door. - If she won't go on... –Nope. –They get Duardo to roll? I don't know. I'll be back. –Hey, Carlton. –What's up, Vic? See this guy? He's with the Lancaster Gang Unit. He got you a spot on their Clean Slate program. –Is that like juvie?
–It's better. Get rid of the ink, balls'll drop, come back in a couple years a new man. No one will even recognize you. Hey, I had to pull a lot of favors to get this to happen. –Okay. –Well, I'm waiting. –Thank you. –Go. You killed your baby, didn't you, Earl? You and Jeannie. "Baby Boy Doe buried in the unidentified grave section of the L.A County Cemetery." We're gonna dig him up, Earl, get your D.N.A.... Prove you were his father. You really think Armadillo's gonna reward you for your loyalty? When we bust him, he's gonna think it's because of you. He's got a lot of friends inside. You're gonna end up burned to death in your cell. And we're gonna get him. All you guys think you're so brilliant. We got you, didn't we? What happens if I tell you where he is? We'll make sure you're safe and sound in Ossining, New York. I can only tell you where he's been staying lately. –What's up? –Duardo gave us Armadillo. He's at a place in Inglewood. –Great. I'll go get my guys. –Not necessary. –SWAT's already on their way there.
–SWAT? I'll let you see him as soon as we bring him in. All right, let's go. Vic. –Hi. What's up? –I was thinking that... we could get together tonight. I can't do it tonight. Rain check? Name the time and the place. You know, I don't think that I can do this anymore. Sure you can. Just another time. No, you know what? Um, this isn't working for me the way that it used to. I gotta get out of here. You're wrong, Detective. You don't know my mother. I just wish you had a chance to know your brother. Should I be worried about you? Not about me. Maybe about the rest of humanity. Bunch of sociopathic little narcissists out for ourselves. Begging, stealing, lying, screwing, raping. Killing our babies. Whatever it takes to have a good time and save our own asses. I can't even believe in an old woman who's too sick to feed herself. And it's not sad. It's not some big surprise.
It's just nature. We're animals. Nothing more. And you know what? I'm learning to be okay with that. –Navaro's on the phone? –Less than a minute. –Prison switchboard confirms he's talking to Armadillo. –Give me the number. This is 323. Aceveda's going to Inglewood. –That's 310. –He's got the wrong address. Go get the right one, quick. –What's he saying? –Um, Armadillo's asking him something in Spanish. –Something about a lawyer. –Vic. –What? –We can't bring him in alive. –What? –Armadillo. We can't bring him in alive. –Why is that? –If we take him in, the only thing he has to deal is us. Look, I don't like it, but this bastard has to go, Vic. Jail won't slow him down. You tried reasoning with him. I'm not going to lose my job... so some kid-raping piece of shit can bargain down his sentence, make me his bunk-mate. Uh-uh.
–You talk to Shane about this? –No, but I can. –3938 Bonita Vista. –Okay, let's go. Ronnie, stay on the line. Call us with anything we need. Lem, you drive. Hey, uh, shouldn't we be taking two cars? –No, we're good. –Yeah? Armadillo's still on the phone with his bro. First guy who gets a good shot takes it. Go. –Nothing. –Goddamn it. –Think somebody tipped him off? –Who? I don't know. –Yeah? –I hope you all made it. Hey. Weren't you supposed to meet me here to suck my dick? I wanted to speak to you one last time. You better talk to your brother before you start making death threats. I've already taken care of my brother. And now you've been greenlit. ⬄25000÷1000⬄ - I hear you're the best. - Heat it up.
What's up, boss? While you two were out playing putt-putt... Shane and me were taking down a slice-and-dice gem operation... an Armenian kingpin, two dozen of his crew. One guy who shall remain faceless. I can't believe we missed out on that, man. It gets better. It gets better. We found out the Zeroun family... isn't only making illegal money, they're also cleaning and shipping it. So we're going to take down a money-laundering ring? Sweet. Yes, it is. We're gonna bring it down, pack it up, and save it for a rainy day. We found out how and where they distribute their dirty cash. This is it, boys. This is the one we've been waiting for. One big hit. In and out. We're set for good. - What? - Told you he'd be speechless. You're not serious. You wanna rip off the Armenian mob? Shh. We have two months to plan this. We can absolutely do this. - No. Not me. - What are you saying? It's all of us. No, man.
It's crazy. It can't be that easy. We'd have the mob chasing us on one side, the law on the other. What about you, huh? You bailing too? No. No. It sounds interesting. Lem, no one's rushing into this. - Do you know a Connie Reisler? - Yeah. Why? - She's here. - Oh, man. Hi, Vic. - You're clean. - Yeah. - I did 90 in County. - It must have been hard on you. It's what I needed. What do you need from me? I wanna help you. Provide information on a professional basis. Look, Connie... I'm here for you. But I don't have throwaway money like I used to. I'm talking about making it official. I met someone inside. Told me that the state can give C.I.s a contract. I can do that.
I hear things all the time. I blend in on the street. - No. - Well, I'm tired... of sucking on pipes and balls, Vic. You know my résumé. Who else is gonna give me a job? - It's not as simple as all that. - I don't need that much to live on. Without it, you know, I gotta go back to trickin' I start trickin', it's back to being a junkie. I heard about this guy... who's selling heroin to kids. - Yeah? - This tip's real solid. Okay. I'll see what I can do long-term. In the meantime, tell me about this dealer. Teenage kid. Felipe Gomez. I know his sister. He just started dealing to kids. Where? Opposite direction. Which of Newton's laws of motion applies? Police. Which one of these kids is Enrique? Schoolmates say you've been flashing thumbnail bags of heroin... that you got from some guy named Felipe. - Smack got your tongue, Enrique? - You got the wrong Enrique. Oh, really? Well, let's pat you down then.
- All right. Up against the wall, "wrong Enrique." - Can he do that? You're in public school, Beaver. You got no rights. It wasn't just me, man. Felipe was hanging out by the east gate... - handing them out to everyone. - Handing them out? Giving it away. Like free samples. I come out to go to work, and I find my car like this. What do you expect me to do? This isn't my district. Sir, the widow did this. She knows where I live. Are you sure it wasn't random? A prank? You heard her threaten me. "Justice will find you." Well, you need to file a report with Hollywood division. I take those reports. It's a waste of time. - If it's her, you need to document it. - I guess. Look, not to overburden you, but the board's been on my case... to get them Julien's six-month review. I'm almost finished with it. I need it today. We had officers search every student, every locker. If they found drugs, I told them to keep their lockers open.
I think you should start calling some parents. I can't believe Lem's being such a pussy about this. Uh, who knows. Maybe he's right. - We don't need him to pull this off. - Yes, we do. Lem doesn't care if we ride solo on this thing. Well, I care. Either we're all in, or we're all out. One guy knowing who isn't accountable, isn't an option. We're a team. That's the only way it works. My educational reform if middle schoolers are high on heroin. And if the police can't keep drug dealers out of our schools... is there anyplace our children can be safe? Sir, how do you answer your political opponent's challenge? I'm here as a police officer, not as a candidate. I want to remedy the situation, not turn it into political hay. Excuse me. Jesus, what the hell went down here? Some scumbag was handing out tastes of heroin like they were goddamn cookies. Heroin? Not your daddy's smack either. Pure and cheap. Snort it, smoke it, same high as shooting up without the float... addictive as shit. You're responsible for drug busts in this district. - I thought you had a handle on things. - I did. Then my handle got burnt at the stake by Armadillo. That drug dealer, Tio. You wanna know what my relationship with him was about?
It was about not letting things like this happen. I gave him slack, but I gave him rules. He never dealt to kids. With Tio out of the way, somebody else saw these kids as an untapped market. - So how do we fix this? - Well... No. No more arrangements with drug dealers. Crack down on them... publicly and hard. I can do that too. Police! Get your hands in the air! - Down! Down! Get down! - Get down! Word is you think you can start selling at schools. Turn kids to clients. Nope. No heroin here. Here either, boss. None in here either, boss. "A," "B," "A," "B," "A," "B," "A," "B." "A," "B," "A," "B," "A." All the "A's," on your feet. Tell your fellow Torrucos that the next asshole I catch selling dope to kids... I'm gonna find a soft, dark place to jam this stick. Now get out. "B's" on your feet. You're all busted!
Whoa. Whoa. Felipe, where you going? You're not an "A." You were handing out samples at Truman East Middle School today... which makes you a special kind of"B"... my bitch. - This guy's probably gonna need a medic. - Okay. Call it in. Get the rest of these guys carred and barred. - One-Tango-13, we need an R.A. - Hello, Officer. - Can I help you? - You work with a Detective Mackey? - Maybe. Why? - I sometimes have information for him. - You one of his C.I.s? - Not officially. I need to get a message to him. I lost his number and, uh, it's important. - What's the message? - The guy he's looking for isn't stopping. And I'm afraid if Vic isn't careful, he might start talking. - That's the message? - Mmm. What's your name? Tell him about the face. He'll know. Look at you, Felipe.
You barely got hair on your nads... and you're already dealing hard stuff to kids. I'm not going to jail. What fantasy world are you living in? I'm 15. Minors don't get time. Unless the crime's serious enough. You moved heavy weights of "H," amigo. To hundreds of kids. You're done. - But... But I'm a minor. - In a major pile of shit. - But... But I was told that... - You were told wrong! It's all right. You can cry. You wouldn't be the first. And you damn sure won't be the last. Nah. Everybody's got game on the street. Then you get caught. Reality sets in. Life as you know it is over. - I was just following orders. - I know. - Go ahead. Let it all out. - You don't understand. You can't say no to him.
- To who? - Armadillo. You work for Armadillo? You've seen him in town? No. Everything goes through Duardo. - You know where we can find Armadillo? - No, but Duardo would. - Armadillo's back? - You start kids off for free, get customers for life. - I'm throwing everyone I have on this. - No. You can't do that. - Why not? - The last time you couldn't read between the lines... so this time let me draw you a clear picture. Keep other cops... Claudette especially... off my ass. - What's your plan? - Armadillo knows the law. He's using minors to distribute because they can't serve major time. He'll also know that they can't be used as undercover C.I.s in a major sting operation. Okay. I use Felipe as an undercover informant. He leads us to Duardo. Duardo leads us to Armadillo. - Absolutely not. - Are we going to do this or aren't we? I'm for doing it in a way that will actually secure a conviction. - It's illegal. - My way would be more of a gray area.
The last time we used a kid, Armadillo raped and tattooed her. Think of something else, and do it fast... or I am putting every unit I got on tracking him down. - Vic. - What can I do for you, gorgeous? - Got a message for you. - Yeah, from who? I guess you know the guy. Left side of his face was scarred... like he'd been in some sort of fire or something. Armadillo's declaring goddamn war. What does he mean, "You don't want him talking"? Means he's gonna explain the grill marks on his face. Talk about how we were protecting his drug competition. - If somebody else finds him before us... - Can't happen. - We have to find him first. - And what? Hand him over to Aceveda? He'll pull his gun. We'll have no choice. - You see a better way? - No. Asshole should have gone back to Mexico like you told him. - What about Lem? - He's not down with ripping off the money train. How the hell you think he's gonna feel about this? Keep 'im away from the action. Watching the door or something. You know the drill. What's up? - What's goin' on?