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Gentlemen, we may have a hit.

Is he alive?

Hard to tell. He's not moving, Nash. I'm hearing every word you're saying.

What is it?

Well, the trace paid off. Somebody just used one of our dead guy's credit cards

to check into the St. Francis Hotel about three hours ago.

We'll take it.

Come on, Joe.

Let's take a ride. Fresh air will do you good.

Room service.

Come in.

You okay, Bubba?

Oh, it's Lucia. She's got colic, man.

Nobody's sleeping in Domingo's household, man. I'm a wreck. Inger's a

You wanna go home?

To what, a crying baby? How's that gonna help?

Well, it might help Inger.

Oh, man. Every time I walk out of the door to go to work, she looks at me like

I'm deserting her.

Well, in Inger's mind, you are.

I mean, think about it.

You're coming to work, but that's a hell of a lot easier than it is to hang

around the house all day with a crying baby.

Inger doesn't have the option.

You know, how come you always seem to take her side in these things? I'm just

trying to help you be fair, Bubba.

It's a beautiful view, isn't it? The fog's supposed to clear and the

supposed to be fabulous for the rest of the week.

So how long are you planning to stay with us?

Mr. Scott?

Slightly longer than you are as it turns out.

What do you know about this guest?

Well, he registered as John Scott. Everybody in the hotel is here for the

software show.

Does this have anything to do with the murder of both two conventioneers?

Well, let's see. Listen, can you give us a physical description?

Well, yeah, he's kind of a middle -aged guy. He's wearing kind of strange

clothes.

You mean like him?

Yeah, that's him. All right, stay back here.

Joe, come with me.

Guys! Everybody get out! Get out! Get out!

Joe, call for backup. Don't let anybody in the group.

Now go to plan A.

got here, Bubba.

A little shopping at the Fibbleworth Swap Meet.

Oh, dang it. Somebody shut up my house. Now, who's going to pay for this,

Holmes? Don't you have crate insurance?

No, I don't have crate insurance.

What are you waiting for, Holmes? He's getting away.

Go back to sleep.

Now, who the hell are you? I'm Dr.

Watson, your faithful associate.

We mustn't let up. We're close on his heels. The games are foot, please.

also loves my plumbing. Now, I want your badge number.

Home. That would be number 22. Here, go get yourself some more plumbing. All

right? Good God, don't just stand there, man. Let's go.

Oh, we're going.

Where's that?

We're going to take a little walk.

Doesn't it feel great to be sane?

Who said you were sane?

I don't understand why I'm being detained.

Holmes, please.

Let me see if I can help you out here.

You see this?

This is me.

You see that?

That's you.

Problem is, we don't know who you are.

I told you who I am. Dr. Watson.

Okay, Watson, why were you chasing that man down the street?

I was chasing a killer. These questions are not only inane, they're insulting.

Do you know the victim over there? What's his name? Robert Perez?

I do not.

Do you know the name of the man you were chasing?

Yes. The man's name is Klein.

Klein Beecham.

No, no, no. His name is Cornelius Helling.

No, no, no. I mean Stundo.

No, no, no. I mean Captain Parker Bennett.

No, no.

Oh, yeah.

They're all characters out of Sherlock Holmes stories.

I'm thinking we call the psych ward over at the hospital and have him picked up.

All right?

Dr. Watson.

They need you at the hospital.

Now, my friend is going to take you, and he's going to take good care of you.

Check this out. Our killer is nothing if not meticulous.

I interviewed Robert Perez's wife.

He started this job about a month ago. He's got a brand -new baby, no enemies

speak of.

Apparently, everybody loved this guy.

And he did not wear glasses.

No.

That's just part of the tableau.

Harv, check the base of this guy's neck, and you should find a stab wound and a

downward thrust.

Yeah? Which story were we inspired by this afternoon?

The Adventure of the Golden Pince -Nez.

So that's three murders, three random victims, three carefully constructed

tableaus, all out of Sherlock Holmes stories. This guy's some kind of nut

Or just well -read.

So, Nash, how many of these stories are there?

60. It's going to be a long winter.

I don't see the problem.

You need help, and I'm offering you a solution.

A baby nurse.

Nurse Debbie is a miracle worker, man.

Kathy had the colic when she was a baby.

Nurse Debbie came in, got us all through it. She's amazing. And as I recall,

she's kind of cute.

Yeah, well, how do you know she's still doing it? I mean, it was a long time ago

when Kathy was a baby. I get a Christmas card from her every year for 18 years.

She was an expert back then. She's got to be damn near perfect now.

It's expensive.

It's cheaper than a divorce, Bubba.

What's wrong? Did somebody finally tell you there's no Santa Claus?

I learned that when I was 15. It's this damn department competency test.

Oh, no sweat. Is this the formality? It's like saying nice to meet you when

finally greet your in -laws.

You obviously don't have Swedish in -laws.

Well, I heard the Swedes were a kind and gentle people, Joe.

No, no, no. You're thinking of the Swiss. The Swedes are more like the

Norwegians, except they fish a lot less.

Guys, you understand, I'm not a good test taker. You know, if I blow this

I could be punted off the SIU. You don't sweat it. All you got to do is get 500

on the test.

Just do what I do.

What's that?

Answer all questions B.

And that works?

Guaranteed. Plus, the test only takes 10 minutes.

I mean, won't Nash know that I... Nash doesn't care what you get on the test,

man. Unlike other people in this department, he doesn't evaluate his men

they get on the test.

Cool. That's good to know.

Yeah, but the department says you still have to pass it.

Okay, Art, what do you got? You're going to love this. The boys from psych

services were transferring our friend Dr. Watson to the cuckoo ward, but they

decided to stop and get milkshakes, and Watson bolted. He escaped.

Oh, that's good.

They did get their milkshakes, though. All right, guys, I got the photos back

from our vacation.

Here's what we got.

We've got three murders now in the last week.

The Bascom Valley Mystery, The Five Orange Pips, and The Case of the Golden

Pince -Nez.

Anything back from ballistics?

Yeah, our Sherlock Holmes imposter used a period derringer. He's not

impersonating Holmes.

He's impersonating villains from Holmes' stories.

Right. Our Holmes villain used a period derringer.

Watson had a Webley .45 caliber pistol, circa 1860s. Nash, they don't even make

bullets for these anymore. The rounds were over 80 years old.

I can't even believe they're fired.

All right. Look, there can't be that many antique weapon shops in the Bay

Just three.

One of them.

Anna's of San Francisco Antiques on Clement Street. They got robbed last

Hmm. Evan, you and Harp take a run out there.

Good to see you. You look great.

Well, you look a little weathered yourself.

Now, where's this baby?

I smell a finger. Yes, and what's the baby's name?

Lucia. Hello, Lucia. You have to coddle a baby, missus. Didn't anybody ever tell

you you have to coddle a baby in order to quiet her? Yes, you do.

Perfume. I smell perfume.

I just put a little bit on this morning. No, no, no. You can't have perfume with

a colicky baby.

Oh, this is for you.

What's this?

Shopping list.

I eat at six. I do all my own cooking.

Yes, and I also need formula, baby oil, chamomile tea.

Depending on how long I'm here, I need a library card.

And knitting needles, size eight.

Knitting needles?

Yes, I knit.

Helps me to relax.

Now, where's my room?

You're gonna love her.

Man, I hate word problems.

Dang, Evan.

Your performance anxiety is making me nervous, man. Relax.

I'll tutor you.

I will.

Taking tests is like getting a woman in the sack. There's a formula to it. In

that case, shouldn't I be tutoring you?

That hurt.

Afternoon. We have a question about some period weapons.

It's a beautiful piece.

Unfortunately, the Americans beat the British twice with this gun.

Once in 1779 and again in 1812.

Well, we're not here to buy anything.

That's what the gentleman from your own robbery bureau said when he was here

last week, until I showed him this.

Now, this is one of only six remaining in private hands from Napoleon's general

staff. Now, look at these markings here.

N .B. You know what that means?

Yeah, not buying.

Napoleon Bonaparte.

Yeah, you can hold it. No, thanks.

When you were robbed recently, did you happen to lose a Derringer?

A Webley .45 caliber pistol?

A Derringer, no. But I did have a Webley taken.

Yeah, sometimes a robber will case a joint.

Pick out a few things and then he'll come back.

Do you remember anybody looking at the Webley?

No.

Oh, but now you come to mention it. There was a kind of weird guy here last

week. He was dressed in antique clothes.

He tried to buy a few things.

How do you mean, tried to buy?

Well, I had to run his name through the state.

You know, the Brady Bill. And he came back a mental case.

Did you tell the robbery guys any of this by any chance?

They didn't ask.

You still have this guy's name?

Oh, yes.

I've got a copy of his application.

Just a minute.

Oh, lovely.

Not a natural fiber in the lot.

If you didn't like her, why did you hire her? I didn't hire her. You saw it,

man. She came in like a steamroller and just took over.

I didn't tell her she had the job. She just assumed it.

I'm going to watch TV in my den now.

Now relax, Bubba.

Let her do her thing and use this opportunity to get reacquainted with

wife.

See the way she was ordering Inger around?

And let me tell you, brother, Inger does not like to be ordered around.

Oh, man.

You better get yourself a new partner, because I have a feeling that if Inger

doesn't kill me, Nurse Debbie is going to.

Now look, I personally guarantee this, okay?

What does that mean?

Well, that means I recommended her, and if anything goes wrong... You can hold

me responsible, all right?

I just said she was cute.

About 18 years ago, we were all cute.

Who's our guy, Harv? The suspect is one sitting in the age of Dunlap. Got his

name from the gun shop. Recently released from a state mental facility in

City. He's been in and out on a volunteer basis for the last three

All right, gentlemen, let's do it.

Whoa!

Lose the juice there, Bubba.

We got him, boys.

Dr. Watson, I presume.

Good God, don't shoot.

Relax, Watson.

My name isn't Watson. It's Dunlap. Sidney Dunlap.

Yeah, yeah. We know.

Okay, Sidney.

Now that everybody knows who everybody else is, let's chat.

How did you suddenly get so lucid?

I'd been off my medication.

It happens.

I found it at home. Remember to take it.

All right.

Who's that guy you were shooting at today?

His name is Nigel Poole. We meet in the day room at the mental facility.

Two weeks ago, he dressed up in a guard uniform and escaped.

What was Poole in for?

He's a homicidal maniac.

He killed his parents when he was 15, butchered them.

What was your relationship to Poole?

You ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons?

A role -playing game?

Well, there were three of us in one room.

Myself, Poole, and a man named Tate.

Tate would play Holmes, I'd be Watson, and Poole would be whoever the villain

a given story was. He's still playing the game.

Why didn't you tell this to the police?

Well, I did.

They didn't believe me.

Would you have believed me if you hadn't seen it yourself?

You buying any of this?

Unfortunately, yeah.

Okay, so when you were off your medication, that's when you stole the

I knew Poole was out. I wanted to defend myself before maybe stopping.

Okay, didn't he?

We need to know where to find Poole.

I don't know.

All I know is he's playing the game with a vengeance.

Excuse me, can I help you? Oh,

hi. I'm Bob Miller from Psych Services. I'm here to see Sidney Dunlap.

Well, you're a little late, pal. He was picked up to be transferred to a

facility on Potrero Avenue under heavy guard this time.

Oh, you're kidding me.

No, I'd call the home office if I was you. Oh, thanks.

Can I use your phone?

Yeah, that desk is empty right there.

Okay,

sir, look, what's next? How are we going to find this guy? He could be anywhere.

Set the bloodhounds out on that guy, cool.

Barb? Yeah.

Put out an APB on Poole for San Francisco and all surrounding counties.

can get over to Warren State Mental Hospital.

I want the psych reports, the mental evaluations, the officer's reports, the

court transcripts, and the murder book from the parents. I want it all here by

this afternoon, please. Shall be done.

This guy Poole is about to find out that he's not the only one that's well

-read. Joe, my two.

Joe Dominguez.

Joe, I need you to come home right away.

Inger, why are you whispering?

Joe, I need you.

Okay, honey, I got it. I'll be right there.

What's up?

Some kind of emergency.

Anything I can do?

Yeah, you can take over Lucia until she gets over the colic.

Just kidding. I'll be back.

So, did you get everything squared away?

Yeah, you were right. It's on Potrero Avenue.

See you.

What's that guy's name? He looks kind of familiar.

That's Inspector Bridges, Nash Bridges.

I thought so.

Hey, honey.

Hey. What's up?

She's smoking.

What?

A cigarette.

Can you believe it? She says, I can't wait perfume, and then she is smoking.

Did you explain we have a no smoking policy in the house?

Yes. What did she say?

A lot of people have that policy.

That's what she said?

Yes.

I don't know which is worse, a colicky baby or that woman in my house.

Look, okay, relax.

Look, it'll be just fine, okay?

I'll take care of it.

Nash swears by her.

Nash doesn't have to live with her.

But I have to live with you.

All right, look, I'll go talk to her, okay? If I'm not out in ten minutes,

and get me.

All right.

Hi.

I was just checking on the baby.

Oh, she's fine.

Yeah. Good.

Well, good.

You know, I don't know if my wife made this clear to you, but we don't really

allow smoking in the house.

Oh, well, I'm in the house, but my smoke isn't.

Yeah, well, I don't know if secondhand smoke and babies are a good combination.

You know, I've been taking care of babies for 25 years, and not one of them

died prematurely from my smoke.

Hell, I have nine children, and they're all healthy, too.

Yeah, well, um...

Still, I think that we prefer that you didn't smoke, especially around Lucia.

Do you want me to leave?

I can pack up my things and be gone in half an hour.

And then this child will be hollering about a minute after that.

Be right with you.

When did you get out?

Oh, I've been out a while, dear cousin.

Why didn't you come and see me earlier?

Oh, I had some other business to tend to first.

But I've discovered I need some additional weaponry.

I've finally found a worthy adversary.

Nigel, what do you want from me?

Peace of mind.

Closure. Revenge.

Call it what you will.

Nigel, you needed help. I had to tell the police what you did.

Yes, I suppose you did.

Well? I got help. I'm all better now.

I'm calling the police.

Put the gun down.

You can't shoot me.

Why not?

Because I'm the crazy one in the family, remember?

All right.

Pull new tag.

Joey has 10 kilos of black tire heroin. Lazy Boy needs a half kilo a day to work

his corner, and he counts on Joey here for a week's supply. Lemonhead gets 25 %

of Joey's take from Lazy Boy. A kilo goes for $1 ,000. How much does Joey

$875.

Exactly.

Hey,

Masked Man.

Hey. Yes, what? You know Nurse Debbie?

Smoking.

Around the baby? Around the baby, around the house, in her sleep.

Pretty much any time she feels like it.

Well, you told her to knock it off, right?

Right? I tried.

And what happened?

I lived.

This woman works for you.

She shouldn't be smoking around the baby. She shouldn't be smoking, period.

I can't get through to her.

You know, on one hand, she's really great with Lucy. On the other hand...

I'm scared of her.

You're a cop. What are you, kidding? Well, when she worked for you, she was

young and lively.

You want me to talk to her?

No.

Maybe. I don't know. I'll let you know.

Nash, there's been a shooting at our antique store.

Take, uh, take Evan.

All right, we're going in.

F, you got him? Yeah, I got him. Somebody go around back.

I got him.

He's dead.

Definitely dead.

Our Sherlock killer's struck again. There's something funky about the

this time.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

He left one of your business cards on the deceased's body.

Plus an illustration from a Sherlock Holmes book stuck on a knife in his

Hang on a second, Harvard.

Let the game begin, Holmes.

He was here?

Outstanding deduction there, Joe.

Detective, line three for you.

Harv, I'm on my way.

Uh, Nash, uh, line three. Who is it? Professor Moriarty.

This is Inspector Bridges.

So, Holmes, we meet again.

Listen, Poole.

I know your name and you know mine.

So how about you cut the crap?

Games have rules.

We must play by the rules.

All right, I got an idea.

Let's just say you won, and we'll get together and celebrate.

Oh, but I haven't won yet.

But I am quite far ahead.

Congratulations.

Nybaum Rubicon, 85.

I do so admire an enemy with an educated palate.

Joe, he's in my place. Get a couple of unis over there right now.

So, uh, fool.

I'm kind of new at this game.

What's the next move?

This is my next move, Holmes.

Now it's your turn.

Best of luck, old chap.

He needs to be there in three minutes.

He'll be gone in two. Let's go.

Wow, you drank your best bottle of wine, man. That's got to piss you off.

Well, I'm not well -cellared. It probably pissed him off.

Nash, should I run this by the lab and get some prints?

Now, why bother?

We know who he is.

Hey, where's Nick, by the way?

Well, thank God. He's down in San Diego visiting an old Navy buddy.

Yeah, should we get the next kin check on Eaton ready for this? He was Poole's

cousin.

Robbed by a family, man. It doesn't get any worse than that.

I mean, except for, like, the killing part.

How the hell did Poole get your home address, Nash?

Well, apparently he's as resourceful as his hero, Professor Moriarty.

You take anything?

You know, it doesn't appear that he's taken anything, but he has left

The celebrated cases of Sherlock Holmes.

He's got in a literary rut, man. So we've got to turn him on to Jackie

Joe, I love that. Hollywood Kid?

No, Rockstar. That was the one. Oh, she's not half the writer or sisteress.

Do you literary giants want to stay with the case here?

Hey, put that down, will you? What do you think this is, a crime scene or

something?

Harvey, was that illustration that you picked up at Eaton, was it page 317?

Uh, yep.

What's that story from?

The Adventure of the Final Problem.

I think I read that one in school.

That ends on a cliff, right?

Holmes and Moriarty do battle at Reichenbach Falls.

And what happens?

They both fall off and die.

It was the last book in the series.

If he's following the stories and he's told us which one he's about to reenact,

why don't we read a few pages ahead and try to figure out... Nah, he's using

bits from one story and methods from another.

I got it. Maybe he's dyslexic.

Maybe we should find out exactly what he is.

He's a sociopath.

He also has extreme narcissistic and megalomaniacal personality disorders,

makes him, of course, unpredictable, but also extremely dangerous.

Mm -hmm.

Were you aware of this game that he was playing with the other patients? Oh, the

Sherlock Holmes thing, yes. He played it in the day room with two other men.

That was his obsession.

Dr. Gabriel, we've noticed that he's changed his MO somewhat with this last

murder.

How?

Well, the first three murders were random.

And the crime scenes were meticulously arranged tableaus.

Last victim was somebody he knew.

A cousin.

And it was...

Pretty messy. Yeah.

I'm not surprised that the crime scenes are getting more chaotic.

He's breaking down.

Now that he's playing the game for real, he's having trouble holding on to the

rationale of it.

So if you were going to go look for this guy, where would you look?

He's going to go for easier targets.

People that he knows, people who are close to him, people who pop up in his

mind, who he has a reason to want to kill.

Like, uh, didn't he, Dunlap?

And you.

Me. He was in your apartment.

You have to bet that you are very high up on his list.

Well, that's good, because he's on the top of my list.

Why don't you

go talk to her and tell her to turn the music off?

Me? Why me?

Because you and your other spouse made the decision to hire her.

You're not trying to help.

Look, we really think you're doing a wonderful job, and we appreciate your

efforts. It's just that if maybe you couldn't play the music so loud in the

middle of the night, you pathetic kiss -ass.

Look, Debbie.

Yeah, that's right. I said Debbie.

You come into my house, I play by my rules. Got it, Debbie?

I've got a long day at work tomorrow. If you could just maybe turn off the

stuff. I need to work.

This is insane. I'm just going to walk up there. Whatever comes out of my

that's it, man. I'm going to press it.

What do you think you're doing?

I was having trouble sleeping.

You're not eating that pie, are you?

I've been with your baby all evening long.

And the only thing that kept me going was the thought of that piece of pie.

Please tell me you didn't eat that pie.

Nash. Hi, Nash, man. It's me.

What the... Joe, it's 3 o 'clock in the morning.

Oh, did I wake you?

She wants pie.

Why are you calling me? Because you made me hire her.

You sound upset, but now wait a minute. No, no, no. You wait a minute. You said

everything was going to work out just fine. Are you going back on your word

All right, explain to me again what was wrong with the apple pie at the Quick

Mart. First of all, it was a tart, not a pie.

Second of all, she wants a poison berry.

And none of this strikes you as a little bit ridiculous.

Oh, you didn't see how angry she was.

Well, what the hell were you doing down there raiding the refrigerator in the

middle of the night anyway? That's not like you. What are you talking about?

woke me up, man.

A complete stranger moves into your house and completely takes over.

She's smoking cigarettes.

She's listening to loud gospel music at 2 in the morning.

Look, it's my house, and it's my kitchen, and my refrigerator, and it's

of pie.

So you're saying you're angry.

All right, all right, all right. I'm angry too.

You've got to manage it. That's what you're doing.

Hey, man, don't just lean. I'm tired. Get the pilot. Go home.

Can I talk to you about that piece of pie?

Leave me alone.

Relax, relax.

I just need to have that piece of pie, okay?

What are you, the pie police?

Well, actually, yeah.

But right now we're off duty.

Look, this may not make a lot of sense to you. It doesn't make any sense to me,

you know, but my whole happiness depends upon that piece of pie, you know? I

mean, it's my wife and my baby and my health and my sanity, you know? Mine

pal.

Look, buddy, I'm pleading with you.

I need that piece of pie. Look, you can have anything. I'll get you ice cream or

cake or popsicles, anything. I'll pay for it, you know.

But I need that piece of pie, okay?

So can you just give me that piece of pie?

What do you give me for it?

You chiseling little weasel. I'll slap you.

I'll give you anything.

That coat looks ridiculous on you. I don't care.

It comes with a set of pants, you know. It's a suit. You can't wear the coat

without the pants.

And you can't wear the pants without the coat.

Hey, hey, hey. Come on, come on, come on. Let's get out of here.

Meanwhile,

I was up studying until 3 a .m. You were out partying. I wasn't partying, you

know, per se.

It was just genuinely moving, deeply involving, soulful joining of two

spirits.

Really? Who was she? Carmen from traffic.

I introduced you to her. What a generous man you are.

Wait a minute. I blew off two dates because you said it would distract me

my study. Right.

You're still not comfortable with the master -pupil relationship thing, are

Harvey, call over to Potrero Avenue.

Have Dunlap transferred back over here. Oh, and have the sheriffs do it this

time. We might have half a chance of him not escaping.

Maybe he can help us identify some of Poole's potential targets.

You got it.

Hey, so how did the test go?

I don't know. They didn't post the scores till morning.

You know, when I first got there, I was thinking, maybe I'll go with C.

You're kidding me. That's not like you. Yeah, well, I came to my senses and went

with B. I mean, why fill it with a sure thing, you know?

The immortal words of Sly Stallone.

Absolutely.

Nash, we're too late. Dunlop made bail 40 minutes ago. Don't tell me.

Fool bailed him out. Yeah, the paperwork was signed P.

Moriarty.

It looks like it's our move again.

You know, I'm getting damn tired of this bastard's game.

So which Sherlock Holmes story did the killer use a power cord as a murder

weapon? This would be Poole doing his own rewriting now.

The only tableau here is his insanity.

Arv, how's that list of other possible comings? Not Johnny 1 -U.

Make that two.

Dr. Gabrielle.

Harv, call her at her office.

Heaven try her at home.

What the hell is this?

Bridges. Is it Nash Bridges?

No, he thinks I'm Holmes, not Bridges.

So what's this, the Golden Gate Bridge?

Look at the crosshatch there.

It's meant to be the Bay Bridge.

Dr. Gabriella's not answering her phone at home. Not at work either.

What the hell is that?

That little thing right there.

What does it say?

Igman Freud.

Hell, I could have told him he's crazy.

Where's Dr.

Gabrielle's office?

Geary and Taylor.

And her house?

5601 Folsom, apartment 7G.

You can't see the Bay Bridge from there, can you?

Maybe from the roof?

Close enough.

I'm sorry, Doctor. Have you seen Poole?

No.

Nash, the name of her building is the Bay Bridge Tower Apartments. That's

Stay with her, Evan.

Watch her back. This bastard's slippery.

Glad you could make it. I wouldn't have missed it.

Over here!

High on a cliff.

Game's over, Bubba. Hey, don't you breathe!

I do this just to get my heart going, don't you? Grab on.

Yes!

720. I can get on the list for the lieutenant with that school.

Harvey, my man, I love you.

Aw, shucks.

You remember this moment? I definitely will.

Let's see how the minorities did.

Ha!

675, putting me ahead of the bell curve.

It's a very good year for me.

Looks like you're a little bit down from last year.

Let's see.

Ouch, man. Maybe it was a typo.

Shouldn't study, bro.

Why?

This can't be right.

Hey, you passed, man. You're 48 points ahead of the cutoff, man.

Plenty of cushion.

No, it's just not possible.

There's no way that I could have scored 540 in it.

Nothing less than a godless universe.

Hi. What are you doing here?

I just wanted to stop by and, you know, say thank you again.

Thank you.

And you're welcome again.

I was wondering if I could buy you lunch.

Now?

I'm available.

Um, that's where I could have talked to you for a minute.

Uh, well, I'm a little busy.

Oh, Debbie called. She wants to see me right away.

And? Well, I'm going to see her right away, man, but that's it.

I've taken enough of her crap.

This is your supervisor?

A baby nurse.

I'm going to lay down the law, man. That's it. She wants to work in my

She goes by my rules or hit the road, Toad.

And you're telling me this because... Because I need backup. Can I

get a rain check on this lunch?

Absolutely.

Ready? Let's go.

Hi, honey.

Oh, Joe, good you're home. Hi, Nash.

Hi, Anger.

Hi. So, uh, where's Nurse Debbie?

In the den.

You, uh, want me to go with you?

No, it's okay. I got it.

Uh, what's going on? Where are you going?

Time for me to move on.

Why?

It's over.

Your sweet baby has come back.

Are you sure?

Oh, you can never be sure, Mr. D.

All you can do is love him, pray for him, and take it one day at a time.

Mr. B?

Debbie?

You don't think she's leaving because I was too tough on her, do you?

No.

Look at her, Joe.

She's hefty.