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Uh -uh.

Can't go out and play till we do our homework.

It is my day off. I thought I'd just take advantage of it and head on down to

the batting cage.

Is it baseball season already?

Yeah, football is over.

And I just can't understand how an intelligent guy like you doesn't get the

intricacies of baseball.

It never fails. When somebody tries to compliment you on your superior

intellect, they do it by insulting your intelligence.

Dad, you just never gave baseball a chance. It is so...

Interesting. For CPAs and statisticians. What are you kidding? It is non -stop

strategy. When you're at a baseball game, you can't stop thinking.

How about beer and hot dog?

Well, that too. You know, light, regular, mustard, ketchup.

I'll get that.

Hello? Sloan?

It's Hawk.

Hey, Hawk.

How the heck are you?

Where the heck are you? I thought we were supposed to go bowling last week.

Forget bowling.

I'm out of this, what do they call it, extended care place in Tarzana, Sunny

Meadows. What, you're moving into a nursing home?

It's not a nursing home. It's a way of life.

Anyway, I'm working undercover.

And, Steve, I've got a murderer here.

Oh, you're pulling my chain.

Just get your keister and gear and come out and arrest him. I'm on my way.

Ever since he pulled the pin, Hawk's been trying to crack cold cases.

Had any luck?

He claims he's cracked a murder case. Needs me to make the arrest.

Feel free to use my bat if you want to go on down to the cage. Thank you. See

you. Say hello to old Hawk.

All right.

You should have had your mask on, Yogi.

Thank you.

Please,

if you could give us some space, people. We're coming out. We're coming out in a

minute. Here, just please clear the way. You don't want to get your toes run

over. People?

What's going on? There's been an accident. If I could just ask you to

or move on. An accident?

Dave Hawkins?

Yes. How serious is this? Please, man, please, please. I'm sorry. I can't

discuss this with you unless you're a relative.

I'm a friend.

A good friend.

What happened?

He flipped in his bathtub and drowned.

Drowned?

It looks like a piece of ceramic, maybe from a broken vase.

And there was one in Mr. Hawkins' room? Every room has one.

I'm afraid there's not one in his room, Ms. Hickman.

Your point, Lieutenant?

May have been used as a weapon.

Oh, so now you're saying Mr. Hawkins was murdered.

It's a possibility.

Why am I not surprised?

All anybody has to do is say old people's home and immediately everybody

the worst.

Every time you turn around, some busybody is doing an expose.

I'm a detective, not a reporter.

Well, you know what?

I guarantee you, Detective, that if Mr. Hawkins had lived at home and slipped in

his own tub, you wouldn't be snooping around for pieces of a vase that might

have been broken weeks ago. Miss Hickman, I can assure you that is not

This is a retirement home.

Our residents are elderly, and they die with some regularity. Now, that's sad,

but it's a fact of life.

You knew I was on my way to see him. And you were inconvenienced.

Well, work in my business for a while, Lieutenant, and you'll find that death

a lot like the Jehovah's Witnesses.

Always showing up at the most inconvenient times.

I'd like to speak to some of the other residents.

Well, I suppose I can't prevent it, but would you remember that our guests are

easily upset?

In fact, I think I'll have our administrator, Mr. Zinnick, escort you.

By the way, are those by chance the property of the deceased?

Afraid not. As a matter of fact, they're property of the LAPD.

Well... We have very good lawyers, Lieutenant, so give me the slightest

and I'll stick the little doubles on you.

How well did you know Hawkins? Not very. I mean, he just moved in a few weeks

ago. I certainly wouldn't have picked him for the Deadpool.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, well, I don't mean to seem insensitive, but when you work with old

you can't help guessing who's going to go next.

Now, I wouldn't have put my money on Hawkins, but who could have guessed he'd

slip in the tub?

Pardon me?

Um, I was told I had to check with you. I'm Julie Crane, one of the nurses here.

Miss Crane? I want to gather up Mr. Hawk's personal belongings and send them

his sister. I'm afraid for the time being it's a crime scene.

Julie here knows every nook and cranny of this place, right?

She can introduce you to anybody you could possibly want to talk to. I do

other responsibilities.

How well did you know Mr. Hawkins?

I knew...

He was an ex -policeman.

I knew he was widowed.

And I knew he was what, being from Arizona, I call a cactus pear.

Tough exterior, pure mush on the inside.

Dave Hawkins cheated at Gin Rummy. What more do you need to know?

He did not.

Just because you couldn't beat him, Jimmy.

Didn't make the man a car cheat.

Didn't even make him particularly a good player.

Do you suspect foul play?

Why, do you have reason to believe he was a victim of foul play? Of course

For crying out loud, why would anybody go to the bother of knocking off one of

us? Wait a week or so and the grim reaper will handle it. No muss, no fuss.

Have you come up with a motive?

Motive? Schmotive.

Estelle here thinks she's a regular Mrs. Maple, like in those mysteries she has

in that gadget of hers.

Her name is Miss Marple, Mr.

Smarty Pants.

I have almost all the Agatha Christies right here in my little e -book.

If you ever want any, you're very welcome to read them. A big waste of

you ask me.

You know, maybe if you had read more mysteries along the way, you might have

honed more skills in logic. I was a football coach, woman. There's nothing

logical than football. There's more to life than football, Jimmy. But there's

nothing more important. Oh, Jimmy. Jimmy was a coach, a football coach, for 38

years.

Who knew Hawkins the best?

Oh, it's got to be Bart Ellison.

You're right.

Did Hawk ever discuss his police work with you?

No, we didn't talk shop.

He pretty much stuck to sports and women.

Did he have any enemies you're aware of?

Not that I can think of.

He cheated at cards.

Around these parts, that made him a paragon of virtue.

Boy, I hope that garbage strike is over soon. Things are piling up all over the

place. Remind me we'll make a trip out to the dump this weekend.

You finished the autopsy on Dave Hawkins?

Yes, I did, and he definitely drowned.

As for the bump on the back of the head, I'd have to say he slipped in the

bathtub. I don't believe it.

Is there some rule that old cops can't slip on porcelain?

There's no sign of battery, no cuts, no bruises, no nothing.

Look, it's not just that he wouldn't have rushed me over there to scrub his

back. I looked at the towel in his bathroom. It was wet.

So he washed already.

Exactly. And nobody takes two baths in one morning.

Oh, the answer to a girl's prayers.

She means the ribs.

I knew that.

It's always the ribs. That's why I carry them around.

What is all this?

Hawkins files.

I stopped off downtown and got a list of all the cases he took with him when he

retired. If I know when it's missing, it might just point me in the right

direction. Kind of early for ribs for me.

Let me see the list.

Thanks.

Writer of Fur Company.

Yeah, I worked on that one.

Jensen Jewell.

Uh -huh.

P &A train robbery?

Your friend was looking for Jesse James? Now he was old.

I haven't seen anything in here about train robbery.

You familiar with the case?

Didn't ring any bells.

Well, maybe it was before your time.

I thought train robberies were before my time.

Or your flashlight?

Yeah, sure. There you go.

I'll be right on it.

In 1947, two masked men robbed a P &A, killed a guard, and made off with almost

two million dollars.

Now, one of them was gunned down when he tried to run a roadblock, but the other

one got away.

The guard was able to give a description before he died.

And do you want to know what he'd look like today?

Can do.

Can try.

All right.

Scan him in.

Okay, now keep in mind, a lot of this is guesswork.

A lot of things can happen to a face.

You should have seen my face 50 years ago. Not a wrinkle.

Okay, now we'll take in the cheeks a little bit.

And then bushy up the eyebrows a little.

And then we'll bring down his jaw.

And of course, while we have no way of knowing whether or not he kept his hair,

I don't think he did.

Okay, bald he is.

You know this guy?

Yep.

Good boy.

It's like this place a lot more than I do, the way you keep hanging around.

You seen Bart Ellison around?

You're too late.

He's gone?

That's one way of putting it. But around here, they like to talk institutionese.

Nobody ever just drops dead or kicks the bucket.

What? Here at the home, we prefer to say that the dearly beloved passed over to

the other side.

Or he's gone to his final resting place.

Or gone to meet his maker. I love that one.

Makes God sound like Geppetto. You're telling me he's dead?

He died from an overdose of sleeping pills, so we can't rule out suicide.

Yes, we can.

According to the nurse out there, Ellison rarely asked for sleeping pills.

The other residents swear they didn't borrow any from them.

Look, I'll buy that Ellison murdered Hawkins because he knew he was on to

but who'd have any reason to kill Ellison?

Someone of you about the money.

Thief? Any hunches?

Well, Ms.

Hickman raises my hackles, but I guess that doesn't make her a murder suspect.

You know, some of those residents are forced to sign over all their worldly

goods when they move in.

That's a pretty tempting situation for an owner who's both greedy and

Yeah, but it's not always a bad deal.

For instance, my friend's great -grandmother, she signed everything over

nursing home, which was run by the church. That was 20 years ago. And from

I understand, the way this woman eats, she's ahead of the game.

That was the church, though. I mean, what if Ms. Hickman is not the sort

rather give than receive?

That's a pretty far -fetched conclusion.

I'm not concluding. I'm just suggesting.

It wouldn't hurt to check Hickman's bank account.

And you should check her phone bills while you're at it. See if there's any

-distance calls to the Cayman Islands or Switzerland.

You've been reading John Grisham again, haven't you?

I have. And, you know, I just noticed something else.

Who's to say that there's any money left?

I mean, even back then, $2 million could only buy so much wine, women, and song.

A short time after he robbed the train, Ellison was arrested for a bank robbery

he committed a year before in which a bank clerk was killed.

Ellison got a life sentence.

Even with time off for good behavior, he still served almost 50 years. He just

got out.

There's no indication he went on any kind of a big spending spree before he

checked into Sunny Meadows, either.

How could all that money just vanish?

Those two bad hawkers didn't tell you everything you knew when he called.

He just wanted to see the look on my face when he handed me the case off.

wrapped up in a big fancy ribbon.

I've got to get back out there. Do some more snooping around.

Yeah, somebody's got to.

But this time it's not going to be you.

No, Dad.

Look, the job needs somebody who can slip right in there and fit in. Don't

think about it. It's an old folks' home.

I'm just planning ahead.

Way ahead, I hope. That's not funny.

Besides, you're too well -known. Somebody would be bound to recognize

not that well -known.

And I'll disguise myself as an old man.

a relative of Mr. Brinkley. Drink tea? No, coffee.

I prefer coffee.

No, actually, I'm just a good friend. After his housekeeper, Bessie, passed

away, my wife and I took him in, and we both work, so you know how that is.

You mustn't be too hard on yourselves. Caring for the elderly is best left to

the competent professionals.

Now, as to payment... Yes, you know, we've decided to go with the monthly

Oh.

You're certain that you wouldn't want the...

peace of mind that comes with knowing? Oh, no, no. At $4 ,000 a month, I think

that Mr. Brinkley would be 180 before you'd ever have to consider evicting

I see.

I'm sure you both know best.

Oh, uh, arrest?

Had arrest.

Had arrest before. Tell her.

Okay.

Well, um, why don't we get started?

Oh, I did? I'm sorry.

Must have been those cucumbers.

Oh, planning to clean behind it, Miss Crane?

Oh, Miss Hickman wants all of Bart's personal items cleared out of the room.

have a new resident.

Here he is, our new boy. Mr. Brinkley, welcome.

Mr. Brinkley, I hope you'll be very happy here. We can never have too many

handsome men around.

Oh, I bet he heard that one okay.

Well, what have we here?

It's you.

Dear Julie, you have been the one ray of sunshine in my miserable life, so this

is for you.

Sorry it can't be a Picasso.

Please give it a good cleaning, a new frame, and a place in your heart so

never forget your friend, Bart Ellison.

Isn't that sweet?

What, you eat?

I'm sure ready. Yeah, macaroni and cheese, if I'm not mistaken.

Yep.

Swinburne's. How'd you come up with this place?

Once my dad found out that Ellison went somewhere in a cab the day he died, it

was no trick to find out where he'd gone. You really think he bought $2

worth of antique?

We'll soon find out.

He must have converted the cash into something else or it would have turned

by now.

It'd be a lot easier to hide a bag of money than a thousand armoires. Good

afternoon, gentlemen.

May I help you?

I'd like to know if you recognize this person.

Hmm.

Might I ask what he's done?

He's died.

What a shame.

The gentleman had taste.

Only the other day he purchased a very handsome timepiece.

I don't think he'd spend two million dollars on a watch.

Actually, sir, I can assure you there are any number of antique timepieces

considerably more than $2 million.

Well, can you tell us how much you paid for this particular timepiece?

I'm awfully sorry, sir, but at Swinburne's we never divulge such

Except, of course, to the internal revenue.

I'm with the LAPD.

Oh, your mother must be so proud.

Redecorating? I thought I'd hang Bart Ellison's painting here in the hallway

where everyone can enjoy it. What do you think?

Oh, a little higher on the left.

Yeah, right.

I'm fine.

Everything's just fine.

What are you watching?

Oh, crap.

That fellow with the little piggy eyes is married to the lady with the goiter.

But he's really stuck on his brother -in -law.

No, no, no. The lady with the goiter is his sister.

He's married to his sister?

Doesn't that make him his own brother -in -law? Wouldn't surprise me. Even

football isn't what it used to be.

With all that padding and all those sissy rules protecting the quarterbacks.

They're turning the greatest game ever invented into a damn sewing bee.

The way you two carry on. I'll bet you all those people are actors.

You think they just went out and found an actress with a goiter the size of

Wyoming?

Oh, yeah, I bet she gets a lot of roles.

You can't take these shows seriously.

It's like the wrestling, right, Isaiah?

That was a nice change.

Seeing all these folks worse off than ourselves.

What are you talking about? They're young.

How could they be worse off?

Old is bad.

Stupid is just stupid.

I say, you know, you ought to have that checked out.

It's just a cold.

I can't seem to shake it.

I don't know. It sounds like the beginning of bronchitis.

Maybe even pleurisy.

I take Rita's Digest.

There's something about that man I don't trust.

Yeah, like he hears only what he wants to hear? No, it's not just that. I tried

calling his reference numbers, but the only place I reached anyone was that

that he's supposed to have been president of.

The young woman I spoke to had never heard of him.

Huh. Could be he was there before her time.

Could be.

But I don't want to take chances. Remember, people that are out to sell

and get ratings don't worry about the truth.

Those muckrakers deal strictly in rumor and innuendo.

Frankly, he's a little long in the tooth to be working in the media, don't you

think?

And just how old do you think Mike Wallace is?

Huh.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Thank you so much. You've been very helpful.

Thank you, madam.

May I be of assistance?

Hi.

I called you about doing an appraisal.

Ah, you are Mr.

Zenik. That's right.

Nice to meet you.

My uncle died recently, and he left me something very special.

He left me this.

I'm pretty sure he bought it here, and I was just curious what you thought it

might be worth.

You wish to sell it?

Well, maybe.

I don't know. This thing is loaded with sentimental value for me, but, you know.

I think Uncle Bart would understand.

Oh, yes.

Dead relatives are so much more understanding than the other kind,

Yeah.

So, just ballpark, how much are we talking here?

As you are the gentleman's nephew, I'll give you $3 ,000 for it, sir.

Come again?

$3 ,000.

What are you, nuts?

It says here that this was made special for a millionaire.

by the firm Maison Montmartre in the 30s. Ah, yes, the Montmartre horologue.

It's a superb blend of beauty and precision.

Yes, along with producing milk chocolate and avoiding armed conflict, it is what

the Swiss do best. You're telling me that this is worth $3 ,000?

No, no, no, no, no. The Montmartre horologue is worth $4 million.

I knew it.

Regrettably, sir.

This is not the orologue.

This, as I explained to your dear departed uncle when he purchased it, is

cunning copy.

You are difficult to shop for, aren't you?

Well, listen, Bonnie Hickman's not the only suspicious character around here.

I'm also keeping my eye on this guy, Todd Zenny. I'd sure like to have a look

his written name.

What was that?

Nothing. Nothing.

Something's going on. I know you, Dad. I can tell when you're not telling me

everything. Well, there's nothing to tell.

Hey, I gotta go.

Wait a minute, Dad. There's something I need to talk to you about.

Pay somebody's at the door. I gotta go.

I thought it might be a good idea if Amanda... I can't talk about this now.

on. This minute.

Daddy there.

Come in.

It's time for lunch.

Oh, I'm not very hungry.

We're having your favorite.

Macaroni and cheese.

What are we waiting for?

Macaroni and cheese.

Your employment record is... Very impressive. Frankly, I wonder why you

work here.

Excuse me. Has knocking on a door become a lost art?

Knock? Yeah. Used to knock. Couldn't hear anybody say, come in.

Perhaps that's because no one ever said it.

I'm sorry to bother you, but that nice miss Crane's been good to me.

I'd like to get her a little something for her birthday, perhaps.

You don't have to know when her birthday is, do you?

Now, how would I know that?

A hat? No, I was thinking more like a nice scarf.

Now, if you'd just give me a peek in the personnel files, I have a hunch she's a

Pisces. Well, those files are confidential, and if you'll excuse me,

quite busy.

I could wait outside.

No, thank you, Miss Reynolds. That won't be necessary.

I'll come back a little later.

Okay, I'm sorry.

As I was saying, you're a...

Your regular community general seems excellent. Do you mind telling me why

want to leave?

Well, believe me, Miss Hickman, I have no problem working hard. Matter of fact,

I love to work hard.

But they work me like a dog over there. I've got two kids. I simply want a job

that has regular hours.

Well, Miss Reynolds, I guess that's that if you want the job, it's yours.

Well, thank you. You can call me Charlene.

That's Jimmy.

What are you doing here?

You scared me half to death.

We thought it was a good idea if you had a second pair of eyes out here.

Besides, Steve was supposed to call you and let you know I was on my way.

You don't think I can take care of myself, do you? It's not that.

Hawkins was a tough cop, and Allison was a killer, and look what happened to

them because no one was watching their back.

Listen, the only danger to me is tapioca.

Poison. You get it twice a day.

Well, Mr. Brinkley, my name is Charlene Reynolds.

Miss Reynolds, nice to meet you.

Listen, as long as you're here, there's a nice man down there named Isaiah

Patterson. Got a very nasty cough. Have a look at him, will you? Okay.

Mrs. Zinnick, what are you doing here?

I followed this.

into your room.

So unless he was a pet, we have a problem.

I can just see the headlines now.

Bubonic plague breaks out at Sunny's house. It's garbage strike. What do you

want me to do?

Well, assuming you're not the Pied Piper, I suggest you call an

And another thing, if any of the residents ask, we have ants.

Stay bundled up, Mrs. Jackson.

Oh, this is crazy.

Who ever heard of fumigating at night?

It's probably just a trick so we all could sleep through breakfast and save a

few bucks.

Don't give them any ideas.

Is all this for one little rat?

Well, if you're speaking of Zanuck, he's not so little.

Are you okay, Isaiah?

I'm fine.

Well, you sound terrible.

Yeah, I agree.

Isaiah, you should be in bed.

Let me see what I can do.

Oh, it's a shame that sweet girl isn't in charge instead of that awful cynic.

Yeah, it doesn't seem to be cut out for this kind of work, does it?

Really makes you wonder what he's doing here.

Take the probe.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm looking for rats.

In Mr. Brinkley's drawers?

Why aren't you in the social hall where you belong?

You've got a bunch of elderly people huddled down there, cold and miserable.

And I think Mr. Patterson needs medical attention.

Oh, now you're a doctor.

You don't have to be a doctor to know when somebody's sick.

And why couldn't the fumigating have taken place in the morning?

You know?

Julie.

I get the distinct impression that you'd be a lot happier working

somewhere else.

No, I'd be happier if you were working somewhere else.

You're fired.

You don't have the authority to fire me. Watch me.

I'll give you 15 minutes to clear out of here.

I wouldn't again to miss anyone's office. Could you create some kind of a

disturbance in here?

Why don't we just burn the place down?

How about something a little less drastic? How about we set fire to the

It'd be a public service.

How about you and I raising a little ruckus?

Could you do that? Why should tonight be different from any other night?

One, two, three.

Oh!

Who are you calling? It's Archie!

Archie!

Well, I just thought you'd want to know what's going on.

Something's wrong, Ms. Hickman.

I don't know. I'll go see.

The gentleman would never say to a lady. That's right, and I would never say to

a lady.

Oh, well, you're lucky I'm a lady or I'd knock your teeth out.

And after you take your teeth out, I'm going to crash them.

Oh, you... Hey, hey, hey, hey. Will you two knock it off?

Please.

And I thought I told you to leave.

Let me get this straight.

I find a dead rat. You tell me to call in a fumigator. I do, and now you're

upset. I didn't tell you to do the job in the middle of the night. Oh, it's

hardly the middle of the night. Well, it is to these people.

Oh, I see. You'd prefer it if they showed up at high noon when we have

Make it real convenient for Channel 2 to have us on the 5 o 'clock news. Hey, it

makes no difference to me. You're the one who's spooked by the media.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Not at all, Miss Hickman.

I don't like being made whipping boy just because you're paranoiac.

Excuse me. What? Is it the invisible door? Doesn't anybody even see it?

It's Isaiah.

He's having some sort of attack.

Thank you.

Call 911.

Mark, hurry. He's going to need a trach.

Go to the infirmary and see if you can find a scalpel.

Okay, I think my medical bag is in my room.

Hang in there, Isaiah.

Oh, he's dying.

Somebody, somebody do something.

You're right. Has anybody got a... Jimmy, you had a Swiss Army knife. I saw

Why do you want it?

I have to perform an emergency tracheotomy. Over my dead body. Jimmy,

doctor. What are you doing in your spare time? Leap over tall buildings?

I'm Dr.

Mark Sloan from Community General Hospital. You have to believe that. He's

to choke to death. You have to trust me.

Come on.

I'm also going to need your flask.

Guys, there's nobody to blame but Jimmy Corley. Oh, all you did was try to save

your friend. You did right.

Spread the incision for me, ma 'am. All right.

right. She's going to be all right.

Good work,

Mark.

As you can see, I'm returning the unused portion of your monthly fee.

Tell your bosses that my lawyers are on the alert. Now I want you out of here.

We're not reporters.

Oh, I see. It's a hobby. You just can't help yourselves. You see a nursing home

and you have to start snooping around.

Get out now.

Now all the good ones are leaving.

First Julie, now you.

And Isaiah's in the hospital.

Now, don't you worry about Isaiah. He's going to be fine.

I don't see why you can't stick around.

Who cares if Brinkley's not your real name?

It's not like you're too young to move in with us old geezers.

I'll geezer you.

You know, I'm just sorry I couldn't do what I came here to do.

You were here for Isaiah. That's what matters, Doc. Without you, he'd have

a goner. Oh, baloney. A man that could have handled it fine.

You're forgetting the only reason why I'm here is because you're here.

Oh.

You're not going to be here for the sweetheart dance.

Oh, and now that you can walk, I was looking forward to a cha -cha.

Estelle, believe me, you're not missing a thing.

Oh. Never thought I'd say it, but I'm going to miss you, Doc.

Well, if nothing says I can't come and visit, is there?

Oh, sure.

People always say they're going to visit, but they hardly ever do.

Who can blame them? Who'd want to be here if they didn't have to be? Are you

kidding, Jimmy? This is a great place.

Oh, Jimmy likes to complain.

I keep telling him there are worse places to be in. And far worse people he

could be spending his days with, too.

Bye.

Bye. Jimmy, see you, Doc.

Well, lighten up, Estelle. You've still got me.

Oh, no.

You know, if you believe Zenny's personnel file, and I guess Hickman did,

take him for a cross between Jonas Salk and Mother Teresa.

The fact is, before Sonny Meadows, the closest he ever came to working in an

institution was the laundry at Leavenworth.

How does he figure in this?

Turns out he's the grandson of Sid Hurst, who was Bart Ellison's partner in

train robbery job.

He's been tracking down the money all this time?

figure that Allison double -crossed his grandfather and he feels entitled.

But how do we tie him to a murder when we can't even prove the better murder?

And where's the money? If Zanuck hasn't found it by now, I'm betting it doesn't

exist.

Hey, Mac, garbage.

Excuse me?

What are you thinking about that garbage strike?

Excuse me.

What are you doing here? We invited her.

She's our guest.

You show up at a shindig like this, I'd hate to think what the rest of your

social life is like.

You realize that if that man weren't greedy, selfish, and mean, he'd have no

personality at all.

I've missed you guys.

Oh, we've missed you too.

Have you seen Isaiah?

Yes, and he's doing just fine. Dr.

Sloan said he'd be back on his feet in a few days.

You know, we really owe Dr.

Sloan.

And I think I know how we can repay him. Don't start on that again.

What are you talking about? She's talking nonsense.

Says you. I'm not letting you get involved in anything foolhardy. You're

letting me?

Jimmy, I'm not one of your little football players who jumps every time

a whistle. You're a feeble old woman, Estelle, and somebody has got to look

for you.

You're a feeble old busybody.

You come with me, dear.

Dr. Sloan thinks there's been a murder, and we're going to solve it.

The screwiest person I ever knew was a fullback named Wabowski. Well, Wabowski

is now in second place. I've got to go stop her for myself.

You might want to think twice. Estelle has a pretty bad temper.

You're right.

Let someone do it who's getting paid to. Hey, is that it?

This is the last one. It's got to be in here.

What the hell are you doing?

None of your business.

I get paid to make everything at Sunny Acres my business.

Estelle, get inside before you catch your death.

And you.

Get out of here! Get out! Before I have you arrested for trespassing!

I'll leave when the party's over!

Gotcha! Ditto.

What? What, is some law against having a messy room?

You think that's the murder weapon, don't you?

This is what you're looking for, Zanuck.

There are no usable prints on it.

Well, gee.

Then why don't you guys take a hike? Unless of course you want to help me

up. You still don't get it, do you?

Where do you plan to tell the judge when he asks you why you were rummaging

around in all that garbage?

I mean, who else would do that but the killer?

Zinnick, you're under arrest.

It's Mrs. Yabot!

You all right?

Kick -ass!

Right.

Jimmy, no!

You should have... It was fun when you had the chance.

Oh, get out of my way.

You all right, Jimmy? Oh, I'm fine. It's like Mr. Howell. Hit him low, hit

him hard. And if they get up, hit them again. Right, Estelle?

Right, Jimmy.

My imagination will bring him down here. Oh, and no disrespect, but you and your

son are a couple of kids.

You don't send boys to do a man's job.

You look at that.

It looks like a Picasso.

How you feeling, Isaiah?

Tip -top.

I'm only hanging around because the food is so much better here than that sunny

meadows. But you gotta promise the Buddha sorry butt out by Sunday. Sunday?

Why's that?

He's going to be my best man.

You're all invited, of course. We'll be there with bells on.

Congratulations, you two.

Now I'm going to get that cha -cha.

Well, as long as your husband doesn't object.

You leave him to me.

I think it's great, but isn't it kind of sudden?

At our age, sonny, you do it sudden or you don't do it at all.

I just find it so hard to believe.

It's true, though. Ellison bought that Picasso and covered it up with a

of his own, figuring nobody would know the difference. That's why he left it to

Julie with instructions to have it cleaned and reframed. Yeah, I almost

sorry for Zinnick.

All that effort, nothing to show for it. Oh, I wouldn't call 20 years to life

nothing.

You know, the best part is Julie's going to sell that Picasso and she's going to

buy Sunny Meadows.

You know, it was really kind of nice out of the home.

Yeah, right.

Pleasant surroundings, nice, friendly people, and the food really wasn't half

bad.

I was thinking, maybe when the time comes... Oh, no, you don't.

Your home is with me.

Can you learn to make tapioca?

Sure thing.

Well, don't.