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Get down!

Mother and the boys are in the mountains for another day...

so we have another 24 hours to be Mr. and Mrs. Stetson.

Oh...

You know, I shouldn't complain, Amanda, but our marriage is...

What?

I said I shouldn't complain, but our marriage is like...

working for the fire department, two days on and four days off.

Oh, come on. We knew what it was gonna be like.

Mm.

Amanda, uh, I really wish you wouldn't go to all this trouble...

to make such a big breakfast for me.

- I'm kind of a light eater in the morning. - It's no trouble.

Besides that, I've seen what you eat, day-old coffee and a stale roll.

Well, I like day-old coffee and stale rolls.

Amanda?

- Have you seen my watch? - Top drawer of the dresser.

Oh, I like to keep my watch on the bathroom sink. It's waterproof.

Uh, have you seen my eye shadow?

- Eye shadow? Uh... - Mm-hm.

Yeah, I did. I saw it the other day. It looked all used up, so I threw it out.

- You threw it out? - Yeah.

Oh, no, no, that's okay. It's just that, you know, eye shadow's kind of tricky.

It looks like it's all used up, but it's not really all used up.

If there's even just the tiniest little bit in there, you can still use it.

It's probably good for another couple of weeks.

- Yeah. I... - It's okay.

- Okay. Uh... - Uh...

- What are you looking for? - My car keys.

Ah, they're on the table next to the front door.

- Oh. - Yeah.

I kind of like to keep the car keys right here on the desk, heh.

We're having a little problem, aren't we?

Yeah.

Amanda, I think it's because...

I have been a bachelor for so long, I have gotten myself into habits...

- routines... - Yeah, I have...

It's nothing. I was being a little picky.

Yeah, and I... Yeah, I understand.

- Okay... - Yeah, I understand.

Look, I'm sure there are a lot of things about me that, you know, bother you.

No, heh.

Well, come to think of it, there is that little noise you make...

when you're drying your hair.

Well, that, uh, little sound is, uh, singing.

- It's very good. Yeah. - Mm.

- Yeah? Mm, heh-heh. - Uh-huh.

- Heh. - Well, heh...

Maybe we ought to really talk about a couple of these things, huh?

- Mm-hm. - Mm-hm.

- I mean, not that they're a problem. - No.

- Keep them from being a problem. - I'll tell you what...

- I will agree... - Mm.

To let you keep the bedroom window open just the way you like it...

if you promise me not to hide my watch and car keys.

- I didn't hide your watch and car keys. - Oh?

Hello.

Lee, it's Harry Thornton.

We need to meet you at the regular drop, ASAP.

- I'll be right there. - What's wrong?

That was Harry Thornton. He wants to see me immediately.

Hello.

Lee, it's Harry Thornton.

We need to meet you at the regular drop, ASAP.

I'll be right there.

Couple of years ago, Harry had me meet him at one of our old drops.

- Agency business? - No.

Harry used the drop meet as a way to surprise me for my birthday.

Heh. Well, at least we know...

- it isn't your birthday. - Mm.

There's Harry.

Let's go.

- Harry. - Lee.

Ah, it's nice to see the founder of the agency...

hasn't lost his fondness for a good cover.

As of late, I've discovered that no one retires from this business.

Ah.

I haven't had the pleasure.

Christina Golitsyn.

Lee! HARRY: Take cover.

We'll make contact later!

The Committee for Internal Security got this from one of their Soviet contacts.

As you can see, the gentleman is our very own Harry V. Thornton.

Just an hour ago, someone tried to kill Harry and the woman in this picture.

What the hell is going on?

That's what the Soviet Embassy's been asking all morning long.

Our side of the fence isn't too happy either.

Everyone from the NSA to the CIA wants to know...

what a supposedly retired agent is doing playing tag with Russian border guards.

- Anything on the woman? - Assuming she's Russian...

Francine's checking the Soviet contact file.

Listen, Lee, you and Harry were the only two who knew the rendezvous location.

A good chance one of you was followed to the park.

Yeah.

The CIS distributed the report and photo to every intelligence bureau in town.

Now, obviously, someone at one of those agencies...

was aware of my relationship with Harry, figured I'd be the person he'd contact.

They probably tapped your phones.

I've sent a team to Lee's to sweep the place for bugs.

Yeah, but if you find one, who did it?

There's over a dozen agencies who have access to our files...

which is, roughly speaking, about 50,000 people who could be suspect.

That's just great. I'll need eyes in back of my head.

Francine, did you find anything on the woman?

I ran the photo through the computer and I came up with a bit of a mystery.

A photo taken 28 years ago indicates that she might be Christina Golitsyn.

Now, if so, she was Harry's Soviet contact during the late '50s.

- She worked out of the Russian Embassy. - What's the mystery?

Christina Golitsyn was killed 27 years ago.

Hard to believe 72 hours ago, we were in Kirov, hm?

I want you to know, all those years pretending to be someone else...

I never stopped dreaming the day would come...

- it would be safe to contact you. - Mm.

I'm sorry your mother had to die before that was possible.

Ironically, her death was the only way she would be safe from reprisals.

Now, just remember, 24 hours from now we'll have the list...

and you can go back to being Christina Golitsyn again.

After what happened this morning, they must know I am alive.

The Americans named on the Khrushchev List will not rest...

until they are certain I am dead with their secret.

When we find out who they are, Lee will put them out of business.

Oh. I never should have put you in this danger.

Even your friend, Lee, cannot contact you now.

Well, I'll get in contact with him when we have the list.

Just keep thinking how good it is to be free.

We're going to be spending the rest of our lives together.

Smile now. I think we'll have a little reunion.

- Heh-heh. - Meatball.

Do you remember my old friend, Meatball?

Heh.

- Ah... - I could never forget.

This man stole the Bulgarian ambassador's car right from under his nose.

And this is Gretchen Stromberg. You might remember her mother, Joanna.

Of course, of course. Oh. Oh.

Your mother was one of the bravest women I know.

- I can't wait to tell her I've seen you. - Oh.

Meatball will be our eyes and ears.

Gretchen's working with the GAO.

She'll get the plans and guard schedules for the warehouse.

It's just the four of us, so we got a lot of work to do.

Let's go.

Do you remember Andre Rostov?

KGB agent connected with the Stemwinder case?

Yeah. We still have him locked up out at old Fort Dexter.

Yeah.

He might be able to come up with something about Christina Golitsyn.

He was the KGB station chief in D.C. during the '50s.

But knowing Rostov, it's gonna take a little persuasion.

- Persuasion? LEE: Yeah, nothing heavy.

Heh. Andre has fallen in love with American shopping.

His information can usually be bought for a, uh, cashmere sweater...

or a case of champagne.

With Harry out in the cold, doesn't it make sense...

he would contact some of his old family?

Yeah, you're probably right.

If they are watching me, I'll have T.P. do the long-distance work.

Okay, in that case, I'm gonna reroute your call to six bogus locations.

Anybody's listening, it'll keep them busy.

Good.

T.P., Scarecrow.

Listen, I need some legwork done. We have an eyes-and-ears problem here...

so from now on, we'll use the Lisbon Rules, okay?

All right, Amanda will leave the information at the drop in 20 minutes.

Good.

Ah.

Mr. Stetson. It's been a long time since we've had a visit.

It sure has.

- Miss Desmond, you look lovely as ever. - Heh. Thank you.

Any word on my stereo speakers?

Studio monitors are pretty hard to come by, you know that?

Oh.

But maybe I can grease some bureaucratic wheels if you help me out.

Take a look at this.

Her name is Christina Golitsyn.

She was a courier for the Russian Embassy during the '50s.

Let's walk.

She was supposed to have been killed when she returned to Russia 27 years ago.

Then this other picture turns up last week.

- Uh... LEE: Do you know the woman?

Yes, of course. Christina Golitsyn.

Many years ago, I heard she'd been sent back to Moscow to be executed.

Uh, supposedly, she was killed in a car accident...

before the dirty business was completed.

But, of course, she's obviously still alive.

- Mm.

I must say, that, uh, could upset some people.

Why do you say that?

Have you ever heard of the Khrushchev List?

Why?

In the late '50s, Khrushchev must have realized...

that eventually he would lose favor with the party...

because it was rumored that he had, uh, formed...

a private spy network for political leverage.

The spies involved were all...

young American government officials with promising futures.

That's a hell of a rumor. - Yeah.

And some years later, I heard more rumors...

that documents were hidden in Washington...

that named the Americans involved.

Christina would have been highly placed if she'd been connected to the list.

Oh, no, Christina was only the courier.

But she was one of the few people who knew where the documents were buried.

It's probably why she was marked for execution.

Yes. Heh.

It's an effective way to keep a secret.

If the strong box containing the documents is not opened properly...

it is rigged to explode.

Does Christina know this? - Oh, no.

It's not the sort of thing a courier would have been told.

Nice work.

You made page one on the CIS report.

Every intelligence agency in this town is looking for Harry and the woman.

- And they're all very curious. - Relax, Singer.

You're internal security counsel.

You get every update on Stetson's investigation.

I'll pick up his trail after you get the next report.

Oh, by the way, does the, uh, Russian woman know...

any of the names on the list?

- No. - Good.

We've got to be certain that she never finds out.

Some of my associates on the list are getting nervous.

I've worked too hard for my position to be jeopardized...

by my second career coming to light.

Just get those reports and there won't be any problems.

If you take care of this, you could have a very enviable career.

But Christina Golitsyn has got to be found and dealt with now...

or there won't be anything left for either of us.

Done.

If Harry wanted to give this Christina a new life...

he should have come to me before running off.

He's worried somebody on that list might be alive...

and working in government positions. He couldn't trust anyone.

That does not explain why he tried to contact you this morning.

If he is after that list, I'm the only one that can deliver it.

Billy, Scarecrow.

Francine and I are on our way to check out a hunting cabin...

that Harry sometimes used as a safe house.

One of the CIA sources has also linked...

Christina Golitsyn to the Khrushchev List.

And the CIS has put the report on their last transmission.

That's just great.

Now every fed eyeing a promotion will be on this.

Yes. And because Harry has gone underground...

some agencies are suggesting...

he might be planning to blackmail the people on the list.

That's not what you're thinking? - Of course not.

I sent a request to the internal security director for an exclusive on the case.

We don't want this thing to turn into a circus.

It already has.

I'll talk to you later. Out.

According to Christina's file, she and Harry were romantically involved.

- Heh, you're kidding? - No.

Harry used to caution me about getting romantically involved...

- with anyone I worked with. - Heh.

I seem to remember a couple of times you ignored that bit of wisdom.

- Oh? - Yeah.

Well, apparently, Harry didn't take his own advice either.

Hm.

- Why don't you check around back? - Okay.

Move and you're dead.

No.

Move and you're dead.

I don't think so.

Then think again.

We're from the agency.

I suggest you start to explain what you're doing here.

I'm CIA. I've got nothing to explain.

Listen to me, Jenkins.

I want you and that other clown you call a field agent off my turf.

Your turf? Come on.

Harry Thornton is fair game and you know it.

You got my priority dispatch saying the agency was going to be handling this.

Yeah, sure, I got it. A couple of the boys at Langley...

were a little concerned, you know?

They were concerned about how thorough you might be...

while investigating one of your own.

If you're hinting I'd take part in a cover-up...

- I'll have your job so fa... - Hey, Billy. Billy, Billy. Hey.

Forget it, huh? The internal security director's on the phone.

- He wants to talk to Jenkins. - Thank you.

You better face it, Melrose...

good old Harry just got bored.

He got bored staying home and watering the lawn...

watching the TV with the game shows and the soap operas, you know?

And he and that lady friend of his, they, uh, saw a chance to blackmail...

a few of America's less-than-finest.

They just went into business for themselves, that's all.

I suggest that you answer that phone before I do something that I won't regret.

According to the duty roster...

the guards only check the rear storage areas every other hour.

There's no surveillance cameras.

We shouldn't be looking at too many problems.

Good work. Just like your mother.

What is the alarm system?

Uh, it's a standard Heidman-Palmer...

that can be cut without alerting the back-up system.

After the guards make their rounds...

we've got at least... At least 90 minutes to dig up the strong box.

- A walk in the park. - Just like old times, Harry.

Now, how about a few sweet words here to bless this caper?

Of course.

Tonight, we hoist the giraffe...

and tomorrow, Khrushchev's legacy will be known to all.

Just remember, the director only gave us 12 hours exclusive.

Once that's run out, Jenkins will be on this case like a blanket.

She'd like nothing more but to dance all over our backs.

Francine and I will check out the cabin, then pay a visit to T.P.

Amanda and I will get breakdowns of any agency...

that will be tracking our investigation.

- Remember, keep your eyes open. - We will.

- There's nothing in the appointment book. - Clear the table.

What are you doing?

Harry left this atomizer as a signal that he left a message, right?

I didn't wanna say anything to Billy, he has to report everything to the CIS.

Look at this.

A message on the back of a painting.

Something you'd expect from a Boy Scout, not the founder of the agency.

Well, that's Harry. He never did trust modern technology.

Look at this. "Too many ears. Will have to contact you later."

Now what?

We don't have any choice.

We gotta stop him from getting to that strong box. Come on.

What the hell's going on? Why'd you wanna meet here?

Privacy.

Our crew checked and found a bug on your line.

It was one of ours. State-of-the-art, U.S. government issue.

We don't know who's listening or when or where.

Which means I'll have to work this one alone.

Whoever's on that list will be following my every move.

We can't even go to the CIS director. He may be dirty.

All right. You report only to me.

I'll supervise an electronic sweep of my office and my phone line.

Sorry to leave you out in the cold like this, Scarecrow.

Harry's worth it.

Remember, if you're followed, there's very little you can do.

Just make sure you get to Harry first.

Your information was correct.

Stetson's alone. He's leaving the agency now.

Make sure you don't crowd Stetson.

He's good and could eliminate you in a second.

Don't worry. I was trained by the CIS.

I prefer to worry. Stetson was trained by Thornton.

There you go, that's from your Uncle Lee. Yeah.

Come on, fellows, right over here. Come on, there's enough for everybody.

Word is, you're a bit tepid. No, I meant that for... I meant that for him.

Now you let him have it.

A little musical interlude would be a pleasant distraction for any eavesdroppers.

Have you been able to locate Harry's old family?

I tell you, they're either expired...

or they're playing shuffleboard down in Florida.

Uh... Oh... Oh... There, that's it, yeah.

But, you know, I, uh... I did manage to dig up the name of a fellow in town...

who used to freelance for Harry. An old boxer named Meatball Bonfelli.

Meatball. Is he still around?

Heh. I haven't seen him for years.

You know, he'd be our best bet. Harry always had absolute trust in him.

Last I heard, he was staying at the Tidal Basin Hotel.

About this time of day, you could probably find him...

over at the gym on, uh, Main Street.

- He's in training down there. - What about Christina Golitsyn?

I have been saving the best until last.

Now, I dug up a gem of a rumor...

that the premier's list was kept under one of the government buildings...

that were used to house Khrushchev's entourage.

It shouldn't be hard to get a list of those buildings used.

Well, keep in mind that Khrushchev's people were moved frequently.

Security precautions.

That list could be as long as your arm.

That's it, no more.

T.P.'s lunch.

- An old boxer named Meatball Bonfelli. - Meatball. Is he still around?

Thanks for the music. It takes the tedium out of lip reading.

You know, he's probably our best bet.

This is, uh, Assistant Undersecretary Quisguard.

Connect me with Counsel Singer, please.

Hey. How you doing?

If you're looking for sparring work, get in line.

No, I'm looking for a guy who used to train here sometimes.

Meatball Bonfelli?

I wish I could help you, but I haven't seen him in days.

- Hey, Meatball, I wanna talk to you. - Hey.

If he doesn't wanna talk to you, you don't get to talk to him.

Heh. Just back off, pal, huh?

Hey, Meatball.

Oh, great.

Hey.

Hey, come on, Meatball. I came to talk to you about Harry.

- He's in big trouble. - Hey, it's okay, guys.

Give me some room. Thanks.

- Looking good, Lee. Good to see you. LEE: Hey.

Heh-heh. Sorry about my friends here. They're a shy and sensitive bunch, though.

Thanks, guys. Thanks.

So, uh...

Meatball, I've gotta speak to Harry.

Every agency in town knows about him getting Christina out of Russia...

and that he's trying to get a list of their American operatives.

Lee, I'm can appreciate where you're coming from...

but I haven't seen Harry since the last Hagler fight.

I give you my word as a professional athlete.

I guess that's why you don't wanna be seen, right?

A stranger here is either a bill collector, a tax man, or somebody's irate husband.

Meatball, you're stonewalling me. You and I both know why.

You get to Harry and tell him the box the list is in...

is rigged to explode.

Hey, like I said, he's been a ghost around here for like six months.

There's a good chance I'm being followed. You know that?

You are the only one who can get to Harry. You do it.

Okay, this is everything.

In 1959, five of these buildings were bachelor officers' quarters...

uh, three were warehouses converted to temporary housing...

and two were set up as office facilities for Khrushchev's staff.

All have basements where the box could be buried.

- Yep. - Who are these buildings assigned to now?

Uh, Department of Defense, Smithsonian Institute...

Patent Office, Department of the Interior.

Four locations are secured with top-secret entry...

and the rest are offices and warehouses.

Gonna take a mountain of paperwork to get in those buildings...

let alone dig up their basements.

- We should post guards on each building. - It's already done.

If Harry wants to get into one of those places...

nothing's gonna stop him.

I found six agencies requesting files on both Harry and Lee.

But only two of them had asked to be kept current on the investigation.

That's the CIA and the Committee for Internal Security.

We already know about the CIA. Who requested status reports from the CIS?

It came through the director's office. Only six people in that office...

have the authority to request the forms. The director, the counsel...

and four undersecretaries.

A CIS rep that I talked to said he didn't understand why...

our office sent some additional file data over to his department.

Some information on a former freelance operative called Meatball Bonfelli.

Get over to CIS. Check their comm center.

Find out where they delivered that report.

I don't give a damn whose toes you step on.

Amanda and I will check all our outgoing logs.

Okay.

I just hope I didn't deliver Meatball to the morgue.

Hello, Gretchen, this is Meatball.

Listen, I got to speak to Harry right away. There might be trouble.

How long ago did he leave?

Look, Gretchen, I can't talk right now.

Yeah, I'll meet Harry and Christina at the rendezvous.

Where is Thornton hiding Christina Golitsyn?

Huh?

Uh, hard to say.

Heh. Ah.

They could be on a tour of the White House.

You may think you're funny now, but in a couple of seconds, you'll be talking.

Yeah, it's the old produce mart, huh?

Huh? Eh. Uh...

Are you sure that's where you're to meet him?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Come on, open the door, Meatball. It's Stetson.

Meatball. Meatball, you okay?

It's me, Lee Stetson.

- Come on, get up. - Lee, Lee.

- Come on. - Lee, you gotta warn Harry.

It's me, Lee.

- The old produce mart. The guy knows. - Okay.

- You're gonna be all right. Just hang on. - Warn Harry.

Yeah, this is Scarecrow.

I need a paramedic team at the Tidal Basin Hotel, Room 339.

This is a flash-fire priority. You got that?

Okay. Get over here as soon as possible.

I gotta wake up. Wake up.

Eighty feet of rope, crowbars, blocks and tackle.

Hey, Meat... Meatball, listen. Look at this stuff.

Eighty feet of rope, crowbars, block and tackle.

Oh, yeah.

Is this the gear to dig up the strong box?

- Where is the strong box? - It's the giraffe. The giraffe.

- Giraffe? What...? - Yeah, it's buried under the giraffe.

Yeah, tell Harry. Harry knows. Warn him.

I will. Don't you worry. You just hang on.

Harry knows. Oh.

Gotta warn Harry.

I still can't make any sense out of Meatball saying...

the box was buried under the giraffe.

Maybe he wasn't capable of making sense.

What about the government buildings we checked?

Are any of them allocated to the National Zoo?

I'll check and get back to you.

The condition Meatball was in, I wouldn't be surprised...

if the giraffe was standing right there in his living room.

Francine, it's like I told you...

all requests for the status reports came from the same office.

Brady, did that same office happen to request...

anything on a freelancer named Meatball Bonfelli?

Yeah, just a couple of hours ago. We were told to deliver the report immediately.

- Now for the $100 question... - Wait. I know what you're gonna ask me.

I cannot give you the name of the person who made the requests.

Oh, come on, Brady, you used to work at the agency.

I have over a dozen top-secret clearances.

I mean, you can give me the name.

Um...

Look, Francine, I don't care if you have more clearances than Caspar Weinberger...

I still have to have a handwritten authorization.

Oh, but that takes time. I don't have any time.

Okay, all right. Brady, look, I understand your position, all right?

It's just that I am desperate.

I am just about desperate enough to go up and down those halls...

and tell everybody that little secret you told me when we were dating.

Remember the one about the shoe boxes that you keep under your bed?

Hey, wait a minute, Francie. You promised you'd never tell anybody.

I was lying. You give me the name of the person...

who requested those agency status reports or I'm gonna...

All right, Francine, all right. Here.

Internal security counsel to the president?

Right.

Walter Singer.

Hey, uh, Francine...

what are you doing Friday night?

Eight o'clock?

Bingo.

Either I've lost my touch, or I owe you congratulations for finding us.

Harry, run for it! He's on to you!

I feel pretty ridiculous digging up every giraffe cage in town.

What can we do? We can't go after the president's counsel...

without solid evidence.

Oh, yeah? I'm gonna forget the evidence and squeeze it out of Singer myself.

All right, hold it, hold it. Just suppress that urge.

I was really sure that we were gonna find a painted or stuffed giraffe...

somewhere in the Smithsonian warehouse.

But there's nothing there but collections of artifacts.

If Amanda and Francine can't find anything in the inventory books...

maybe crypto will come up with something.

I sure hope so.

Look, I'm gonna call the hospital, see if Meatball's recovered.

All right. I'll continue checking out this treasure hunt.

Scarecrow.

FRANCINE: Lee, we hit pay dirt.

What do you have?

The Smithsonian just sent in a breakdown of the artifacts in Warehouse 214...

one of which happens to be a 19th-century piano...

used by President Pierce.

Francine, we're not looking for a piano. - Well, maybe we are.

This one just happens to be called a giraffe piano.

You're not serious?

One thousand pounds of giraffe, crated...

and sitting in the warehouse basement for over 70 years.

Wait a second.

Half-inch rope and block and tackle was on Meatball's shopping list.

What you need to lift a piano and see what's under it.

Yeah.

- We'll meet you at the warehouse. - All right, on my way.

Okay.

Perimeter's been checked. There's no activity.

- Amanda's keeping an eye on things. - Good.

This place is so understaffed, Gaddafi could walk down that hall.

Get the guards away from the warehouse. I don't want anyone shooting at Harry.

- Okay. - Let's check that layout.

QUISGUARD: We're going in now.

Remember, the agency is already suspicious of me.

We can't afford any mistakes. You know the back-up plan.

Affirmative.

We're going in just the way you planned.

If you're planning on playing hero, I've got my gun at your lady's back.

Getting in and out of the warehouse will be easier if it's just the two of us.

You can leave Christina tied up in the car.

I appreciate your gallantry, old man, but, uh, let's make this a family outing.

Once we've cut the alarms, check your layout for a side-door entrance.

May I ask why?

I'll feel more comfortable with more than one exit.

There might be agency guards.

While I get the tools out of the back,

think about how we're gonna get around them.

The storage space for the piano is in this wing. I'd better get down there.

Pull Amanda off the perimeter to back you up.

I'll check the rear of the building. We don't want them to walk out.

Right.

Get to work, Harry.

Don't try it.

Get the box out.

Can't we make a deal?

I can get you a hundred thousand if you let her go.

No, Harry. Together or not at all.

Is this what they call "love in bloom," Harry?

Whoever you're working for must realize...

by now that you're the last link to the list.

Why should he let you live?

You. You stay right next to your boyfriend, right over there.

Either one of you moves, you'll be wearing this piano for a hat.

Freeze.

Harry, you all right?

- Let's have a look. Come here. - It's okay.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Bring the box over here, slowly.

If that's you, Singer, it's already too late.

Now back toward your friends, slowly.

I'm warning you, if you open that box, it is rigged to explode.

Your warning is very thoughtful, but, please, I'm not stupid.

I'm telling you, it's rigged to explode.

Singer, don't!

Amanda, listen to me, will you? If we made lists of each other's quirks...

we could sit down and talk everything out.

You know, with reason, rationally.

That list was a rough draft. I didn't expect you to read it.

Okay, okay, six pages of quirks is a bit excessive.

Maybe a little petty, but I...

- When will I ever learn? - Learn what?

Uh, nothing, nothing. How's Harry?

- Well, he only had a flesh wound. - Oh, good.

And what about our bogus list?

- It worked really fine. - Mm.

When we announced we were taking the list to the grand jury...

the phone started ringing off the hook. The two remaining members on the list...

decided to make a deal with the federal prosecutor.

So they turned each other in. Heh-heh-heh.

You have an estimate of the damage they caused?

It'll take a little time to add it all up...

but at least they won't be causing any more damage.

When you see Amanda...

Um...

- Problems? - Problems?

No, not really. No problems.

- Lee. - What?

Whenever Jeanie and I bumped heads...

we'd both make a list about everything that bothered us.

Then we'd very calmly and rationally sit down...

and work through the list from top to bottom.

It wasn't easy, but it worked.

Maybe you and Amanda should do the same thing.

Yeah, maybe.

Thanks, Billy.

You know, partnership is like a marriage.

You'll be getting practice for the real thing.

Well, you never know, Scarecrow. I mean, stranger things have happened. Heh-heh.

Mm.

Hi.

Uh, I just saw Harry. He's been discharged from the hospital.

He is looking great. Heh.

- What are you doing? - I'm writing you a note.

Uh, Amanda, I realize that making that list was a very stupid thing to do.

Everybody does silly little things that bothers the other person.

- Do you have flowers behind your back? - No.

- More complaints? - No.

It's a list of all the things that I love about you.

Aw.

Better be a long list.

Mm.