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[Max] This is
my boss, Jonathan hart,

a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady
who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both
of them, which ain't easy,

'cause when
they met, it was murder.

[Theme music playing]

[Crickets chirping]

[Popping]

[Crickets chirping]

[Speaking in Greek]

This is gonna be our year,

so keep those heads up high.

[Speaking in Greek]

Oh... papa is
gonna make you a star.

[Speaking in Greek]

[Twig snaps]

Who's there?

Who's there?

[Chokes and grunts]

There, freeway.
What do you think?

You're right. My
perfect Rose. A year in the making.

[Groans]

[Whispers] You better get up.

I have a surprise for you.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hm.

- I like your surprises.
- [Chuckles]

Especially first
thing in the morning.

- [Jennifer grunts]
- [Door opens noisily]

Morning, everybody.

Breakfast in bed, darling.

- That's my surprise?
- [Jennifer] Mm-hm.

[Jennifer] Second
nicest way to get up in the morning.

[Jonathan groans, kisses]

Paper, Mr. H.

Thanks, Max.

[Jennifer sighs]

Oh, Max, what a beautiful Rose.

Oh, just a little
something I whipped up in my spare time.

- You mean you grew it?
- [Max] Grew it?

I created it.

A little water, some fertilizer,

a little cross-pollination,
and voila.

The Jennifer hart Rose!

You named this after me?

[Jennifer] Why,
Max, I'm very flattered.

It's absolutely gorgeous.

Max, you're a
man of many talents.

I've never seen this
side of you before.

I like to keep a low profile.

Hey, Max, you're in
a very dangerous hobby.

It says here that
xenophon papadopoulos

was overcome last
night by his own insecticide.

Was that papadopoulos,
the gangster?

- Yeah.
- I didn't know he was a gardener.

Yeah. Looks
like, uh, Zeke the Greek was into flowers.

[Telephone buzzes]

- Yeah.
- David stinton here.

The David stinton! Here?

Who's David stinton?

He's here. At the front gate.

Come on up.

Congratulations, Mrs. H.

You must have made
the finals. Come on.

The finals?

Darling, I knew you
were good, but, uh...

Jonathan.

Good morning.
I'm David stinton...

Yeah, yeah. Uh,
I know. Come on in.

Of the national Rose
academy award committee.

- Yeah.
- I'm here to see Jennifer hart.

That's wonderful.

Uh, to see if she
qualifies as a finalist.

Fantastic.

I'm Jennifer hart.

This is my husband, Jonathan.

Uh, I'm terribly sorry, but...

I'm afraid
there's been some misunderstanding.

That's what I
was trying to tell you about upstairs.

He's here to see
about the Rose you entered in the contest.

[Stinton] You made
the semifinals, Mrs. Hart.

And with that achievement
comes this award.

Well...

I'm terribly flattered.

Thank you. Lovely.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Uh, isn't this nice, darling?

Mr. Stinton...

Perhaps you'd like
to see Jennifer's roses.

- Oh, yes. I'll need to.
- Follow me.

[Whispers] Max, why
didn't you tell me?

Well, it was such a long shot,

I figured that
if you didn't qualify,

you'd be disappointed.

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, Mrs.
H.

Embarrassed? What
am I gonna do now?

Well, uh...

You're more at home with these Rose
people than I'd be.

I'd be out of place.

- Are you sure?
- Sure.

[Clicks tongue]

[Sighs] I suppose
it's the least I can do

for the Jennifer hart Rose.

Oh, Max.

[Stinton sniffs]

Delicate scent.

Circumference of the blossoms.

Symmetrical balance.

Marvelous color.

And the strength of
your stems is impressive.

So I've been told.

[Birds chirping]

The Jennifer
hart is magnificent.

Oh.

You discovered something
I've known for years.

To what do you
attribute the size of your blossoms?

Excuse me?

It's a secret fertilizer
a bookie told me about...

Uh, I mean, that he
told Mrs. H about.

- Easy, Max.
- [Stinton] I see.

Well, we're honored to welcome the
Jennifer hart

to the distinguished circle

of national Rose
academy award finalists.

Well... Uh...

What an honor.
That's sensational.

- Uh, she's overwhelmed.
- Easy, Max. Easy.

I hope you and
Mr. Hart will be able

to attend the
garden party for the four award finalists

this Saturday
at the westphal estate.

Of course we can.

As long as we can bring Max...

Jennifer's assistant.

Yes. His thumb is almost
as green as mine.

[Laughs]

Sylvia. Why...
You look so... pink.

- Oh, thank you.
- [Chuckles]

I'm so glad you
invited me here today.

- Adolpho.
- Oh, yes.

- Well, I do need a drink.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Why don't we go and mingle?

- Yeah. Oh, I'd love to.
- I, uh, believe

you know
just about everyone here, don't you?

Well, I think so.

[Piano playing]

- Certainly beautiful grounds.
- Isn't it?

- Mr. and Mrs. Hart.
- Oh, Mr. Stinton.

So happy you
could join us today.

Oh, it's a lovely gala.

I take it there's
money in roses.

Oh, indeed, yes.

In addition to
worldwide recognition

that you've grown the best,

this award
can be worth millions to the winner,

in merchandising rights
and advertising revenues...

As, uh, each
of your fellow finalists is well aware.

- If looks could kill.
- Mm.

The Rose academy award winner

can make more in
one year than my nursery can make in 10.

Your nursery?

Stinton nurseries.

- The same.
- [Jennifer] Well...

Something tells me that
the competition can be very competitive.

Shall we mingle?

Why not. Will you excuse us?

Certainly.

See you later.

Ah.
Why, uh, you must be Jennifer hart.

Oh, yes, I am.

- Magnificent.
- What?

I mean, cute.

That's a cute
little Rose you're wearing.

Marcello, champagne.

Uh, this is my
husband, Jonathan.

And, uh, this
is our friend, Max.

Hamilton westphal III.

- Thank you.
- This is your estate?

Mm-hm.

- Very impressive.
- Oh.

If you think this is impressive,
wait till you see lady westphal.

Your wife?

My Rose. It's
named after mother.

And something
tells me this is going to be our year.

Not if this year's
crop is the same as the last 12 entries.

[Chortles]

[Sylvia] Or do
you really expect this to be lucky 13?

Cute, Sylvia.

Sylvia Williams.

Oh. Jennifer hart.

Eliot Knox.

[Jennifer] Oh.

Well...

I guess we're
the four finalists.

Mr. Papadopoulos would have made it
five, but he, uh...

Had an unfortunate accident.

Yes, we read about
that in the newspaper.

- Insecticide.
- Oh. What a shame.

Occupational hazard, you know.

What do you
call your Rose, Mrs. Hart?

Uh, it's called
the Jennifer hart Rose.

Oh. You've named
it the Jennifer hart.

- Yes.
- [Sylvia] Oh.

How modest.

I named the Rose.

[Sylvia] Oh?

You know something about roses?

A little.

Why don't you and
I find the hors d'oeuvres

and discuss some
serious cross-pollination?

Excuse us.

Watch out for Sylvia.

Raising roses isn't
just a hobby with her,

it's life and death.

- Oh.
- [Bee buzzes]

Get away. Get that away.

Get it away. Get it...

I'm sorry. Are you all right?

Oh, yeah, I'm, I'm fine.

Uh... uh, that was just a bee.

Oh, I know. It's just that, uh,

well, I'm very
allergic to bee stings.

You are? What a shame.

[Jennifer chuckles]

[Jonathan] You
know, if we stay here

and don't get back
to the buffet quickly...

Goodbye, lamb kebob.

Goodbye, shrimp puffs.

Goodbye, rumaki.

Goodbye, stuffed mushrooms.

Goodbye, cracked crab.

They have cracked crab?

Jonathan.

[Hamilton]
Alone at last with all my little winners.

Ah, good afternoon, kids.

Wake up.
Rise and shine. That's it. Terrific. Ha.

Oh, that's
good. That's real good.

You're making
good progress there.

You, you're
not even trying. Perk it up. Perk it up.

All right, boys
and girls. This is it. This is the big day.

I want to see
blue ribbons out there.

We're gonna be number one again.

Hello?

[Bees buzzing]

Oh, no.

No.

No!

No. No.

[Crashing]

[Cracking]

It sounds like the party's
breaking up early.

[Hamilton screams]

Oh. Help me! Please, somebody!

Help me! Please! No!

Somebody help me.
Please, somebody.

It's locked.

- Whoa!
- Ooh.

[Buzzing]

[Footsteps approaching]

He's dead.

[Max]I'm sorry, Mrs. H,

that you had to witness
that gruesome accident

at the award party.

It's all right, Max.
It wasn't your fault.

Yeah, but if I hadn't
entered my Rose...

Max, check my
arithmetic, will you,

but, uh, doesn't that
make two of the five Rose award finalists

- out of the way by accident?
- Yeah.

If they were accidents.

Well, a man
who is allergic to bees doesn't keep

a hive in the greenhouse.

Yes, but...

The million dollars
the award could bring

might be a little too
enticing to one of the finalists.

Yeah, and there are
three finalists left.

And you're one
of the three, Mrs. H.

[Max] I'm sorry.

[Max] Hey!

You made Holly woods today.

Oh? What's Holly woods?

You know. The columnist
who covers society, gossip and restaurants.

You're under "dribblings
at party pourings."

- Oh, yeah? Who did we dribble on, Max?
- Heh.

As you see, she covered

the Rose finalists'
reception yesterday.

But you can't believe
everything you see in the newspapers.

Why not?

I was at that reception. She didn't even
mention my name.

Oh, it was probably
just an oversight, Max.

Oversight?

I carefully
spelled out my name to her three times.

Max, will you get lieutenant
grey on the phone for me, please?

- Right.
- Something interesting?

Yeah, I wanna see
if, uh, what's in the society page has

anything to do with
what's on the front page.

- Take a look at that.
- [Max] I got him.

Hold it, please.

Thanks.

Lieutenant grey, Jonathan hart.

Hey, what's up, Jonathan?

This morning, uh,

in the newspaper
on the front page,

it says that your autopsy on xenophon
papadopoulos shows

that he had a lot of
chemicals in his body.

Exactly what kind of
chemicals were they?

Jonathan, papadopoulos
is dead and buried.

Why the big interest?

The big interest is,
uh, Jennifer.

I don't want to have
her dead and buried.

[Jonathan]
Yeah, she's fine. Uh...

What are the
chemicals, lieutenant?

Right.

Right.

Sodium hypochlorite.

That's right, hypochlorite.

And trisodium phosphate.

Sodium phosphate.

Is that it?

Well, thanks
very much, lieutenant.

We appreciate it. Bye.

So, what was in his body?

Sounds like a drugstore.

The problem
is, I don't know anything about this stuff.

Take a look.

"Insecticides, plant sprays."

That's David
stinton's livelihood.

Maybe he can analyze it for us.

That's a good idea.

If the insecticides kill bugs,

then papadopoulos'
death, would be an accident.

And if it kills people?

Then, darling, there's
a murderer on the loose.

[Engine revving]

[Tires screeching]

Stinton's place is on up ahead.

It looks like
we're not the only ones headed there.

That car's been
following us for the last couple of miles.

He's going on by.

That's eliot Knox.

What a coincidence.

Isn't it?

[Birds chirping]

Mr. Stinton around?

Thanks.

[Jennifer] Hello, there.

Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

Well, after
the recent tragedies,

it's a pleasure
to see a contestant still up and about.

Oh. No, it's our pleasure.

I can only hope that
you're here to try and bribe the judge.

Buy this business, and the Rose academy
award is yours.

Uh. You don't seem
to be too terribly upset

by what's been going on.

Frankly, it appears
that the finalists have

more to fear than the judges.

So, what can I do for you?

Well, um, actually,
we need your professional expertise.

Fine. Come back to my office.

[Whirring]

What's that?

It's a mulcher.

One we developed
here for recycling plant debris

into usable fertilizer.

Certainly has
a healthy appetite.

It's just an
overgrown garbage disposal, Mrs. Hart.

You leave it alone,
it'll leave you alone.

Oh. What beautiful roses.

- My personal collection.
- Oh.

They're my passion, really.

These would make
you the perfect judge.

Yes.

Have you ever
entered the contest?

No. It's only for those
with amateur status.

Owning this nursery
disqualifies me.

Rules are rules.

So then none
of the other finalists are professionals?

Eliot is a bank cashier.

Sylvia is just
about to open her own flower shop,

so, uh, this
will be the last year she can compete.

David, uh... I've got
a list of chemicals here

that a friend of mine
is using on his garden.

Can you tell me whether they're
dangerous to him or any of his plants?

Looks like a
variation of some sort of commercial spray.

I can get you
an exact breakdown.

It'll take a few minutes.

Well, that's very kind of you.

You're welcome to
look around the nursery.

If you see anything
you like, I can get it for you wholesale.

[Jennifer chuckles]

Well, that's an offer
we can hardly pass up.

- Shall we take a look?
- Yes.

- See you later.
- [Stinton] Yes. Bye.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Oh, look at these.

Aren't they beautiful?

I wonder what they're called.

"Beloperone guttata."

Shrimp plants.

Oh. Eliot.

[Gate closes]

Your husband's not
here to help you now.

It's just you...

And me.

Well, eliot...

What are you talking about?

We can stop playing
games, Mrs. Hart.

We both know those
deaths weren't accidental.

Yes, I suppose we do.

Eliot... listen to me.

Ah... Jonathan!

[Jennifer] Jonathan!

- What?
- Ah! Oh!

What's the matter? What's wrong?

Darling.

Eliot Knox...
[Breathing heavily]

He thinks we know
he's the killer, and he tried to kill me.

Are you sure it was eliot Knox?

Darling, if I hadn't have run,

you could have
checked his fingerprints on my throat.

[Trucks engine revving]

Up there.

Hurry.

Jonathan!

Are you all right?

Yeah, darling. I am.

[Panting]

I hope stinton
doesn't treat all his customers like this.

[Engine revving]

That's Knox's car.

Let's give
lieutenant grey a call.

[Whirring]

[Jonathan] It's stinton's ring.

[Siren wailing]

[Indistinct radio chatter]

It's David stinton's, all right.

And that's
all there is to make a positive ID on.

Poor man.

And he was just saying
it was safer to be a judge than a finalist.

Jonathan, tell me everything you know
about this Knox guy.

I already told you, lieutenant.

He tried to kill
my wife and, uh, three other people.

Oh, thanks, Bob.

Why don't you check
the grounds outside?

See what you can find.

Point of information.

The FBI has had your eliot Knox under
investigation

for embezzling
$500,000 from the golden west bank.

Frankly, they don't know what
the hell he's done with the money.

Well, he certainly
didn't squander it

on fine clothes and fancy cars.

Maybe he made a
short-term investment

in a rigged flower show.

But wait a minute. Why... uh...

Why would
he bribe the judge and then kill him?

Maybe they had a falling-out.

Knox wanted
his money back, stinton wouldn't return it.

So he killed him.

I don't think so, lieutenant.

Uh, I don't
think those murders are tied in here.

But bottom line,
I'm putting out an apb on eliot Knox.

Can we, uh, go on home?

Uh, Jonathan,
I'll need you here a little longer to help

with my report.
I'll drive you home.

And Jennifer, I would
suggest you head for home

and, uh, lock your door.

You know
the, uh, first prize in your Rose award

could go to anybody
who survives the contest.

- See you later.
- Bye, darling.

[Kettle whistling]

Your tea will be ready
in just a second, Mrs. H.

Oh, thanks, Max.

And not from any dinky tea bags.

I'm brewing this
from fresh darjeeling

- right from the den.
- Oh, the best news I've had all day.

So poor stinton was
mulched to death, huh?

[Blender whirring]

Max.

[Whirring stops]

Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. H.

And you don't think
it was an accident, huh?

I don't know what it was.

But it's too awful to imagine.

Here you go, freeway.

[Panting]

Special water
for your daily contribution

to the
soil which produced that magnificent,

prize-winning specimen.

I couldn't have done
it without you, kid.

Freeway, go to your mom.

She's had a tough day. Go ahead.

Oh-ho-ho-ho.

Mwah. I love you too. Yes, baby.

Thanks, Max.

I enter a flower show,

and you wind up playing
chicken with a truck.

Oh. It's not your fault.

Main thing is
that the police are

after that
psycho, and you and Mr. H are safe.

[Sighs]

What's the matter?

We're safe.

But Sylvia Williams isn't.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna try
to get in touch with her.

See if I can warn her.

Williams... Sylvia.

Sylvia.

[Phone line rings]

Hello, Sylvia?

Oh, no.

- What's the matter?
- It's a machine.

[Sylvia voice recording]
Sorry I missed your call.

Even on a Sunday I'm on my way
to my flower shop on Bailey street.

When you
hear the beep, please leave a message

or try me at the shop.

[Answering machine beeps]

Hello, Sylvia.
This is Jennifer hart.

If you get this message
before I reach you,

don't go home.

Your life may be in danger.

Eliot Knox is the murderer,

and he may be looking for you right
now.

So just call lieutenant grey at police
headquarters.

Eliot Knox is too dead...

To be looking for Sylvia or you, Mrs.
Hart.

But I'm not.

- [Phone line ringing]
- Her shop.

She's not answering.

She may be on
her way to her shop.

Listen, Max, I'm
gonna go down there.

- Alone?
- Yes.

I need you to stay here.

You keep calling this number.

And if you get her
before I get there,

tell her to call
lieutenant grey at police headquarters.

And then, cross your fingers.

Okay.

Hello?

Hello?

- Miss Williams?
- [Sylvia] Yes? Who is it?

It's me. Jennifer hart.

- I've come to warn you.
- I know why you've come.

So you can drop the
innocent act.

Act?

I came to warn
you about eliot Knox.

He's the killer.

Oh. Well, that's funny.

He said the
same thing about you.

But he...

There was
never any trouble with the Rose award

until you became a finalist.

You must want to win very badly.

That's what the
two of you thought?

So that's why
he was following me.

[Scoffs]

But eliot's
the one who wanted to win so badly.

He even bribed the judge.

Are you sure of that?

Eliot embezzled $500,000

from the bank
where he worked and gave it to stinton.

- That doesn't prove anything.
- Why not?

So did I.

Sylvia's telling
the truth, Mrs. Hart.

They all bribed me.

This year, the
big winner will be...

The judge.

[Telephone ringing]

Too late, Max.

So the contest was
completely rigged.

Very astute, Mrs. Hart.

Can you guess the rest?

I might be able to.

If you could get
$500,000 from a simple bank teller...

A reasonable sum from a...

Respectable businesswoman...

Just think of what you could get from
papadopoulos,

or... Hamilton westphal III.

You took money from all of us?

While I sold my
soul to my pompous relatives for nothing?

Oh. You heel.

Makes me no
worse than you, Sylvia.

Only more enterprising.

You can't
appreciate what it was like, Mrs. Hart,

handing out all that
money year after year

and all that notoriety

to some clumsy amateur

who stumbled across
a new shade of pink,

while I barely eked
out a living at my nursery.

You're not gonna
get away with this.

I'm doing all right so far.

[Jonathan] That's
it, lieutenant. That's all I can tell you.

Then Knox peeled out of here.

Well, that just
about does it. [Sighs]

The only loose end
is catching up with him.

Well, we got an apb
out and a stakeout of his apartment.

Yes, but as Jennifer said...

Why would a man
who embezzled $500,000

want to kill the
only man that could help him recover it?

That doesn't make sense.

Look, Jonathan, you're right.

Jennifer is right.

Let
me finish the report, I'll run you home.

Stinton's personal bankbook.

Now, that's a funny
place for him to keep it.

Lieutenant, a man like stinton

struggles in a
place like this, huh?

Yeah?

Then why would he have over
$2 million in his bank account?

Now, let me see that.

It makes no sense.

Sure it makes sense.

If eliot Knox wasn't
the only finalist

who was trying
to bribe the judge.

It's ridiculous, why
would stinton take money

from four contestants
if only one can win?

I mean, he'd never
get away with it.

Sure he could.

If the other contestants
were disappearing,

he could get away with it.

Yeah, but
there's only one problem with your theory.

David stinton is a dead
man. Not eliot Knox.

Suddenly I'm not so sure.

Jennifer was
afraid of eliot Knox.

Maybe she had no reason to be.

Hello, Max?

Is Jennifer there?

I'm sorry, Mr. H,
but she's not here.

She went
down to a flower shop on Bailey street,

uh, to warn
the Williams dame about eliot Knox.

I've been dialing the shop,

but there's no
answer and I'm worried.

Yeah, you have reason
to be. Thanks, Max.

Come on.
Let's get down to Sylvia Williams' shop.

[Stinton] Mrs. Hart, I must
say I was disappointed when you

and your husband
didn't pick up on my little hint

about bribing the judge.

But no matter
how much money the finalist gave you...

There can only be one winner.

That's right. In
the corner, ladies.

Over there.

One winner, and a
number of very sore losers.

Unless something
happened to them.

In a matter of
hours, I'll be on a flight

out of the country.

And thanks
to you and your husband, Mrs. Hart,

the police probably
think I'm dead.

- And that horrible machine...
- The mulcher.

Eliot Knox, of course.

Clever of me to think
of the ring, wasn't it?

Unfortunately,
I can't allow either of you the opportunity

to let the police
in on our little secret.

Inside, ladies.

Inside.

A mink coat will last
forever in cold storage.

Pity you two won't.

Just be patient, ladies.

It takes a few minutes

to lower the
thermostat gradually,

to the sub-zero climes.

Don't want to
break the thermostat.

[Siren wailing]

Some flower show.

Bodies dropping like
Rose petals.

That's a new one on me.

How much further
is Bailey street?

Usually, it's to
call me in when people like to grow things

and then smoke 'em. [Chuckles]

How much further?

Jonathan, Jennifer's in danger.

Now, you know
there isn't anything I wouldn't do for her.

But we don't know
who's after her.

I believed her when
she told me that Knox was after her.

Now, maybe he was
after her to accuse her

of the other murders.

That's ridiculous.

Now, wait
a minute. Put yourself in Knox's shoes.

Every year the
Rose award show goes off without a hitch.

Suddenly Jennifer's involved, and then
what happens?

- Murder.
- Right.

That $2-million bank
account of stinton's,

that leads me to believe that his ring
might be a decoy.

If you're right about stinton,

you're up against
a very clever man.

Yeah, and a very
dangerous one. Can you step on it?

My foot's on the floor
now. Take it easy.

Stinton, don't do this.

Please. Please, let us out!

Save your breath, ladies.

Farewell, ladies.

- [Knocking on the door]
- Don't catch your death.

Don't leave us! You
can't do that!

Come back!

Save your energy, Mrs. Hart.

It's Sunday. There's
no one here.

Oh!

Listen...

As long as
we're gonna freeze to death together,

you may as well call
me Jennifer.

[Siren wailing]

It's stinton.

Halt. Police.

Jonathan, wait!

Jonathan.

[Gunshot firing]

- [Jennifer] Somebody help!
- [Sylvia] Over here!

- [Tapping]
- [Gunshot]

[Jennifer] Please! Help us!

[Sylvia] Help!

[Jennifer] Over here! Help!

Cover me, will you?

[Jennifer] Help!

- Get us out of here.
- [Gunshots]

- [Jennifer] Get us out of here!
- [Sylvia] Please!

- Help!
- Help us!

- Help!
- Let me out!

[Gun clicks]

[Grunting]

[Grunting continues]

- Okay, lieutenant?
- Yeah, fine.

- [Jennifer gasping]
- [Jonathan sighs]

[Breathing heavily]

The next time
I'm late to dinner...

Remind me not to
bring you flowers.

[Jennifer sneezes]

- [Sniffles]
- Bless you.

Thank you.

[Blows nose]

- [Sneezes, coughs]
- [Jennifer groans]

Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.

I told you... you'd
get it if you stayed in here last night.

It was worth it.

[Sighs, sniffles]

Oh, dear.

Take two of these.

I already took two of those.

Well, do you feel anything?

- No...
- Oh.

They're not set
to go off for an hour.

[Door opens and closes]

Juice time.

I'm gonna... [Sniffles]

I gotta... quick. Grab it.

- I got it, Max.
- [Max sneezes]

- Here.
- Thank you.

Oh, Max.

Did I give it to you, too?

No, you gave it to freeway.

He gave it to me.

Oh, Max.

Did
you grow me another beautiful flower?

My green thumb days are over.

Sylvia's place
opened this morning,

and I went down
there and bought it.

- Aw, thanks.
- I wish I could smell it.

Oh, freeway,

my poor little invalid.
Here, darling. Here.

The vet says you should
get this twice a day.

What is it?

Chicken soup.

[Theme music playing]