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Things connect, especially in a big city.

People rub elbows, among other things.

It's what you call a democracy.

It's one big melting pot, whatever that is.

Where the little guy at the bottom can sit down to lunch with the guys at the

top.

In theory, anyway.

Yep.

No matter where you look, you can see it in action. The free and open exchange

of ideas.

The meeting of minds.

Not that the system doesn't have a few bugs.

The point is, there's opportunity for all.

Especially a guy with tomorrow's newspaper.

Still, having a rag that tells the future isn't always all it's cracked up

be.

I'm here to apply for a job.

Oh, I don't believe we have any opening.

Oh, well, uh...

It says right here, financial consultant.

Excuse me one moment.

Wait for the paper.

Harvey, do you know anything about this?

Yes, can I help you?

Well, yes, right here, financial consultant.

This must be some kind of a mistake.

This is my job.

Well, are you sure? It says right here. Yes. Been here eight years now.

Well, of course, it must be a mistake, and I... Thank you.

Harvey, is this your report?

Yes. It's the shoddiest piece of work I've ever seen.

Collect your paycheck. You're out of here.

Wrong day.

It's Wednesday in Chicago.

I'm Marty in the morning. And here's the news.

Lottery fever has taken the city by storm.

A new metropolitan pick introduced by Mayor Garfield last month will attempt

once again tonight to produce a winning match.

After seven consecutive drawings in which no winner has been found, the

now stands at nearly $17 million.

Well, more news in a moment, but right now... I'm dying. I'm dying. I can't

this.

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

17 million smackers.

Yeah. And who gets the winning number every day before it's even picked?

Forget it. I'm not buying the ticket. Gary.

Gary, please, for my health, for my well -being, for my sanity, I'm begging you,

just consider it one more time.

Okay.

I'm not buying the ticket.

Lord, you give them eyes, but they do not see.

All right, here's one.

Sales promotions.

Flex flowers, excellent pay, room for advances.

Sounds good.

What's the company?

It's, uh,

Al's Auto Wash.

You mean the one with the singing chicken?

Costume provided, yeah. What else?

Well, there's nothing here that doesn't tie me to a desk for the rest of my

life. How am I ever going to hold down a job when I'm shackling this thing?

If I may, a suggestion?

Win the lottery.

Buy a company.

And if you really need to, work in the mail room.

What I need is a job, a real job, one that I find for myself. Thank you very

much. Not when you have this.

What you need is something you can do at home.

If that's what you call this place.

Like what? Stuffing envelopes? Where's the lottery results?

Huh? So much for trust. Give me that. Take it. What good is it to me now

I don't believe this. To think that I would stoop so low. Me, your best and

true friend. Hey, look at this.

Why would somebody do this? Why would someone do what?

City officials are puzzling over a bizarre attempt yesterday to kidnap

Garfield's dog.

Garfield, on his daily meet -the -press walk, was accustomed by an unidentified

man in a ski cap who ran off carrying Patsy, the mayor's longtime pet terrier.

The mayor, who was reported shaken but fine, was quickly whisked away by

bodyguards.

While neither thief nor dog had been heard from by the end of the day.

So, some nut with a pooch.

What's the big deal?

It's the mayor. Yeah, that's what I said. Some nut with a pooch. I take it

didn't vote for him. Hell no. Yeah, well, I did.

Do you want some more coffee? Sure.

I cannot believe we are doing this.

You don't have to be here. Go to work.

Oh, no, no. Not while there is a chance to make you listen to reason. Reason?

What reason?

That one.

Got the winner.

I'm going to win the lottery. Miracles happen, sister.

Doesn't it seem odd to you that a guy has a chance to make a fortune beyond

wildest dreams and he turns it down?

Absolutely.

Oh, not that story.

Oh, that one.

This guy can spend 20 years in prison.

So why does he go and steal the mayor's dog?

Maybe he ate too many donuts.

Maybe he just doesn't like the mayor. I don't know.

Speaking of which...

Hey,

good morning, folks.

Good morning.

And how are we all this fine day?

Your Honor, can you explain the fact that your new lottery has yet to have a

winning match? No, but it's all for a worthy cause. I bought my ticket, as do

you. Mr. Mayor, Mr. Mayor, sir, what do you think of your sudden drop in

popularity over the last seven weeks?

What? What did he say? Mr. Mayor, the polls indicate... No more questions.

Keep them back. What does he mean?

We're going to have to discuss these daily walks.

Why, Patsy loves them, and I think a mayor should be...

Well,

hi, I'm Mike Garfield.

Stop that car!

Last thing we need is publicity.

Pressure down the field, David. Let's just get out of here.

Drive.

Holy cow, are you okay?

Did you see that?

Yeah, I saw it.

They don't believe it.

Neither do I. Trying to take the mayor's dog. Guy's a fruitcake.

Wrong. Huh?

That guy was no fruitcake.

That guy was my uncle, Phil.

Good afternoon. It's one o 'clock in Chicago and the mayor's lottery payoff

continues to climb.

Come on, care?

No. I'll pay for the ticket. No. Fine.

Be that way. No, you had an uncle, Phil.

Nothing to brag about, believe me. He's really your uncle?

Me and half the neighborhood.

Don't ask.

Kind of a cross between Zorba the Greek and Jabba the Hutt.

Calls himself Citizen Kazakian.

Patriotic? Armenian.

Came over here 48 years ago on the hold of a tuna boat.

Where do we find this Uncle Phil?

You don't find Uncle Phil.

You smell him.

That's right.

There you go.

Enjoy. And remember to vote.

Excuse me.

Uh -oh.

Not so fast.

Charlie? Uncle Phil.

Oh. Long time no see.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Let's go.

Hey, where are you taking me? We're taking you to lunch. You can't do this

me. Unhand me.

In here.

You won't get away with this. Cut it out. This is a kidnapping, you know.

yeah, yeah.

Somebody could steal my car. Down full.

Okay. Phil, talk to us.

Welcome back to the neighborhood.

You lost weight or something?

Thank you for noticing.

Who's that?

Gary. Gary, Phil. Phil, Gary.

Charm, what can I do for you? The mayor, Phil.

I don't know what you mean.

Come on, we know you were there.

Prove it. You tried to swipe the mayor's dog?

Psychic. College graduate.

Oh. Look, we know what you tried to do. The question is why. Yeah, why?

Why? Why? Why?

You want to know why?

Ask the mayor.

What did he do to you?

I'll tell you what he did to me.

That lousy, no -good politician.

He ran over my dog.

It was two months ago yesterday.

He was setting up my car.

Me and Bugle.

Ever since my wife died, he was... Well, you know, he was watching the car.

Then I had trouble with the umbrella. It was kind of a screw.

Next thing I know... Hugo!

He never even saw it coming.

Never had a chance.

Poor mutt.

Died for love.

I'm very sorry.

Yeah. I'm touched.

But what does that have to do with the mayor?

It was his garbage truck.

It was written right on the side. City of Chicago.

Who runs the city?

The mayor.

You gents want some real food?

Anyway, I made phone calls.

I sent letters.

After I buried Bugle, I figured somebody would want to know.

But nobody ever wrote.

Sour crowd?

No. I called the sanitation department, and they sent me to pest control. Now,

is that democracy?

How about relish? No, thanks.

Then I went to the mayor's office. I figured that this guy would understand

when a man loses his dog to a trash truck, that's a human tragedy.

How come you're not eating?

Vegetarian. Oh.

I even put on a suit and a tie, the one for my wedding.

I walk in, they tell me he's busy.

Busy, like I'm not.

I waited three hours.

Three hours.

Then I knew that there's a rat in Denmark.

So you decided to steal his dog?

I'd do it again. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I'd do it again.

You're crazy. You could go to jail for that.

Not Bill Kozaki, and let him try.

See? What'd I tell you?

Hopeless. You're an embarrassment to the neighborhood, you know that?

And you was always a Weasley kind of kid. Oh, wait a second. Look, Phil.

If there's some kind of way we can resolve this, I can't spend the rest of

life chasing you around town over there.

Okay.

There is something.

I want an apology from the mayor in writing today.

That's what I want.

Come on, let's get out of here. We're wasting our time. No, wait, wait.

Okay. What? We'll go see him now.

Are you out of your mind? The mayor doesn't care about some dumb dog.

Hey, yes, he will.

Don't worry.

He'll see us.

Sorry, the mayor can't see you today.

Here's what I'm trying not to do.

I'm trying not to pick up that phone, call the alderman, and tell him that a

Miss, uh, what is your name?

Becker. Miss Becker has kept us waiting for over an hour.

Are you saying you have an appointment with the mayor?

You're taking the line that we never even had an appointment, is that it?

I don't think that's going to sit very well with the alderman's ulcers.

Which alderman?

Hmm?

Which alderman?

Bachelor Tory.

Nice try.

I'm going in. No, wait.

You wait outside.

What? Good outside.

You wait outside. Me? Go.

Listen to what you did. Don't stop with me.

Louis, uh... Rayner. Becker.

Yeah? I apologize for my friend.

But you see, I've got kind of a problem here.

And I wondered if you could... I wondered if you could help me out.

What kind of problem?

It's kind of a personal problem.

And it would only take a minute.

The bathrooms are in the lobby, and the mayor is busy.

Patsy, come back here.

Who's this?

I told him you were unavailable, sir.

No nonsense.

A mayor's never too busy to hear from the people. But you have a lottery

in just a few minutes. I know, I know.

Come in. Just come right in.

You're the fellow who approached me in the park, aren't you?

Mr. Flanagan.

Me?

Are you sure?

Your Honor, it wasn't you exactly. It was one of your trucks.

What kind?

A trash truck.

That's not good. Trash trucks are for hauling trash, not squashing dogs.

That's Mr.

Kazakian's point exactly, sir.

Mr. Mayor.

Flanagan. I'm glad you're here.

You're not supposed to be granting interviews. It's not on the schedule.

This is a special case.

This gentleman has come to me with a rather serious disclosure.

We've met in the park.

That's right.

What kind of disclosure?

It seems one of our constituents has a grievance with sanitation.

Garbage? A dog. Dead.

And what does this constituent want?

An apology.

You're joking.

And I'm going to grant it.

Do you think a personal note would be the trick?

Well, it might. Of course, Your Honor. You'd know best in these things.

But are you sure this is wise?

Why not?

Think about the implications.

It's just a note. On the face of it, yes.

But we'll have the sanitation union to deal with. Very powerful. Not to mention

insurance. And when this note goes public, there's bound to be a movement

refit the trucks. Safety issues. The AFPCA will be all over us.

Oh, still, feel free to act on your instincts. Let me consider, though.

Very prudent, sir.

Your Honor, all the man wants is a simple... Let's let the mayor decide,

we? Mr. Flanagan, Mr.

Roundtree is on the line.

Let me take that in my office.

Signed personally.

Well, I don't think that's necessary. Nonsense. I don't mind at all.

Send him my best wishes.

Well, that's the best I can do.

An autograph.

This is it.

What happened to I'm sorry?

I tried to get it, but before he... It's got numbers on the back. He couldn't

use a clean sheet of paper. I told you you wouldn't get it. Listen, I almost

it. I'm telling you, that planning guy, he walks in there, he acts like he's the

mayor. I almost felt sorry for the old guy up there.

Politicians are all full of it. And to think that I voted for that glub.

Hey, people's mayor?

Then I'm Arnold Schwartz's face.

I'm going in. Wait a minute. Look, Phil.

Now listen, you've got to stop this or you're going to go to jail. And I'm

telling you, next time I'm not going to stop you.

Okay. Okay, you're right.

You can fight City Hall.

Exactly.

Yeah, you're right. That guy, he's really doing the best he can.

Hey, let go. Not till you promise.

Okay, I promise.

I promise.

Here.

The killing stops here.

An autograph on a used piece of paper.

Do you think he means that?

Absolutely. Now, let's go.

Where? To buy the lottery ticket.

Okay, go ahead.

I'm going to go home.

And now, to recap, the mayor's net pick lottery failed once more tonight to

produce the winner.

I accidentally left some of my papers in the mayor's office, and I seem to be

missing a particular document.

Have you seen it?

No. Was it important?

Probably not.

Here you go, choo -choo. Mop them up with these.

No, thanks. I got plenty of my own.

Turn these down, will you? I'm starting to get a migraine.

Oh, don't take it so personally, Chuck. No one else won either. No one else is

as me.

I mean, look around you. People are getting all stressed out.

I'm telling you, we'd be doing this town a favor by winning the damn thing. Oh,

so now it's your civic duty.

Exactly. Ah, here I thought you were just being selfish.

Come on, take your mind off of it. Tell me about, um, your uncle.

Is it from your mother's side or your father's side?

Both.

That's interesting.

Don't your banjos play?

My family's a melting pot. Name a country and we have a relative in it.

Peru. But don't ask.

They're all crazy, but Uncle Phil, he's the worst.

Oh, come on, you're exaggerating. You think so? Yeah.

It's not the first time he pulled a stunt like this.

You remember about ten years ago when Reagan came to town and some maniac sat

naked on top of a flagpole to protest trickle -down economics?

Your Uncle Phil. In the bus.

It wasn't pretty.

They had to reroute the entire parade.

No wonder I turned out like this.

You mean a cynic? I mean broke.

Millions of dollars right at my fingertips.

Just out of reach.

Seven in a row.

What are the odds of that?

Breaking a record once again. For the seventh time, no one picked the matching

numbers in the mayor's messaging lottery.

A spokesman for the mayor thought it was just a case of bad luck.

Leaving Chicago...

Not again.

Oh, that's great.

That's a good one.

Phil?

Sorry, we're closed.

Try the luncheonette on Wabash.

You lied to me.

What? You promised me you were going to stop, but you aren't going to, are you?

What kind of college was that you went to anyway?

Bill, don't do it.

He liked coming here.

He liked to bark at the trains, smell the ragweed, catch rats.

He was good at that.

It's a nice view.

Yeah, there's City Hall.

Look, Bill, let it go and take the autograph.

No, thank you.

Listen, nothing's going to bring Bugle back.

That's not what this is all about.

Dogs are dogs, and principle is principle.

Funny thing, my relatives came here from all over the world.

Russia.

Armenia, Peru, don't ask.

They came here because they knew that here they would get a fair shake.

It didn't matter if you painted houses or sold hot dogs.

One guy was as good as the next. People counted.

But today, my God, there's something wrong.

The guy's in charge. They say they have no time.

Why, if I would run my cart like that, I'd be broken a week.

You know what I'm saying, don't you?

Yeah.

You know, I said that he liked to catch rats.

I lied.

He never caught one, that stupid mutt.

No, you're right.

Nothing will ever bring him back.

Over. That's what he told you?

Don't believe him. He's lying.

Shot with your uncle.

Twice removed.

I say let him go to jail.

So much for blood being thicker than water.

Look, the guy said he'd stop.

I for one believe him.

Gare, I've known him for 20 years.

He's out of his mind.

He's an old man, so he's a little hothead.

So is Genghis Khan. You tried to help him twice. Just forget about it. Let it

go. I can't do this. Why not?

Because the guy cares. I mean, he believes in things that most of us take

granted.

Bill? Like what?

Like, uh, like truth.

Like justice.

Like the American way.

I'm getting out of here before you start singing the national anthem.

Oh, by the way, Gary, let me remind you of six numbers that appear in my

newspaper that begin with a 10 and end with a 44.

What's that?

Last night's lottery number. The one that no one won. The one that broke my

heart.

Getting out of here.

Here. Keep it. A little souvenir.

Don't mind him. He was born that way.

I don't believe it.

Harry, what is it?

I don't believe it.

Where is it, damn it?

It's gotta be here somewhere.

That's my desk.

So it is.

You mind if I ask what you're doing in it?

I'm missing a document. Nothing you need to know about.

As usual.

Are you spying on me?

It's my office.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Going over some cabinet memos, notes on meetings. Has any of this been in my

briefings? Where did you get those? You don't need to have those.

Tom, something's not right.

Really? With what?

Oh, the other day in the park, that fellow, the press.

Which is why I suggested skipping those walks. That's not what I mean.

I haven't been paying attention.

To what?

To what's going on in my city.

I've lost touch with the people.

I think... You didn't get elected to think.

What?

Nothing. Just a minute.

It seems to me I have a right to... Well, you don't.

You gave up that right the day you said, make me mayor.

You're an image, Your Honor.

An image I made.

Go home, Your Honor.

It's late.

Yesterday's numbers, the piece of paper the mayor gave Phil.

You want to help me out here?

They match.

So, someone wrote down some numbers, so what?

So, Phil had this yesterday before the lottery closed.

So that means that somebody knew the numbers before they were picked. Someone

who?

Well, I don't know. I mean, the mayor, uh...

That doesn't make any sense. I mean, if they had the numbers, why didn't they

win?

That's a good question.

What happens if nobody wins this damn thing at all?

I'm not sure.

I know.

Ten rollovers in a row and a jackpot goes back to zero.

The money reverts to the city, some kind of a fund or something.

I gotta go.

Where? To see the mayor.

At this hour?

Hey, Pete, get Marissa a cab, will you?

73, go ahead.

1518 West 158.

That's 1518 West 158th Street.

That's right.

GRC 2.

8 -9 -3 -9 -5.

I don't get it.

When did I approve this?

An image. He had an image.

He made.

Made. The best told him in the 7th district ever had.

Right, Patsy?

The worst thing is, I let it happen.

I told myself I was doing some good.

I've done nothing except kid my thumb.

Captain?

What is it?

Hello?

Is there someone there?

Hello?

Hello?

Who are you? What do you want?

Bill Kazakian.

Citizen.

for your dog.

Excuse me.

Does the mayor live here? Yeah. Thank you.

Hold it. I gotta talk to the mayor.

It's okay, Dave. I was expecting this gentleman.

How did you know I was gonna be here? I told him.

By the way, you're late.

What are you doing here? You promised.

Sue me.

Excuse me for interrupting, but before I have you drawn and courted, would

somebody like to tell me what's going on?

Your Honor, it's about a rat in Denmark.

Good morning. It's Sunday in Chicago, where lottery fever has once again

its peak.

The jackpot stands at nearly 20 million and counting, with MetPick machines

staying open till 7 tonight.

And from Las Vegas, news that oddsmakers have posted 7 -1 odds against another

Mets pick mismatch.

So if you're thinking about it, there's still time to go out and buy your

lottery ticket for tonight's big drawing.

Now a quick look at traffic.

We have a backup on the Dan Ryan due to some construction.

The Eisenhower is looking like smooth sailing into the loop. And the Stevenson

was clear sailing up until a couple of minutes ago.

The opposite barnage.

If you like buying a lottery ticket...

All right, everyone be patient. His honor will be here soon.

Mr. Flanagan, does the mayor expect to find a winner tonight?

Absolutely, we all do. Sir, is there any truth to the rumors that the mayor's

planning on making a statement?

Well, of course, that would be up to him.

Excuse me.

Now.

What kind of statement? None that I know of.

Not allowed.

Check it out.

Roger? Huh?

Ready?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, just about. Just be sure you don't screw it up. I need this to

go without a hitch. Uh -huh.

it's the last time make it work oh come on baby come

on

hurry up would you break a leg or something what's your hurry what's my

i'll tell you my hurry it's a two with seven zeros after it

Here we are.

Wish me luck.

You don't need luck.

You need a smaller car.

I'll keep that in mind.

By the way, I'm sorry about your dog.

Put it in writing.

Thanks, Pete.

Mr. Mayor, glad you could make it. Thanks, Tom. So am I.

I've prepared a statement for you. Oh, don't bother. I've got my own. Ah, the

members of the press.

How are we doing tonight?

Okay,

let's get in here and bye -bye -bye.

No, no, no, not yet.

Are you nuts? The thing closes in six minutes. Five minutes.

What is your problem?

I just don't feel lucky yet.

Ah, go.

Hear it.

You don't need to feel like that. You got the numbers right there in the

Nope, you... Spare him, I thought.

Oh, I get it.

You're trying to torture me, aren't you, huh? This is some kind of sick revenge.

You want some gum?

We're working on that at this moment, and I think that we can do even better.

agree the infrastructure situation needs a thorough review, as well as certain

funds. Excuse me, sir. We'll need you in makeup.

I'm going to answer more questions later.

Thank you, Mr. Mayor. He talked to us.

By himself.

Ladies and gentlemen, please hear the floor. We're on the air in ten.

He's making statements.

About what?

Well, I didn't hear at all, but I think it was about the emergency fund.

No. You heard wrong. He was not smart enough to know about that.

But he was... I said, you misheard.

Where are we?

Getting ready to program the on -stage computer.

Wait a little longer.

That's cutting it pretty close. It takes ten minutes. I don't care how long it

takes.

I said wait.

Can I buy a bag of those peanuts back there? Look, don't do this. My heart

take it. Would you buy a ticket?

Well, how much longer?

Three minutes.

Three minutes.

Coffee up?

No. There's still two minutes. You sure no one will pick it? It's never happened

before. You mean for somebody to pick it now?

It has to be a spike.

There it is.

29, 6, 17, 17.

38, 38.

20, 20.

And 7.

Yes, ma 'am.

We did it.

Do it.

Yes, yes, yes.

Here.

I gotta go. Hey, when do I get my share?

Six weeks, once it flips through the mayor's fund.

Don't you feel bad about this? I mean, skimming right out from under the

nose. I paid my dues.

You get the mansion, I'll settle for this.

I'm not greedy.

are going to be different. You and I are going to be on easy street.

Well,

here we are again.

I know you're all anxious to get to the drawing.

Oh, there's an understatement.

But before we do, I have something to say to the people of Chicago.

Oh, man.

Get it out. I know you've been unhappy.

Well, I have too.

And tonight, I want to straighten that out.

Sometimes a politician loses sight of what's important.

And I don't mean legislation or highways or even lotteries twice a week.

Sometimes in trying to be all things to everyone, he ends up being nothing to

all.

Starting tomorrow, things will be different for the guy in the street and

the guy in the mansion.

Starting tomorrow, my door is open to all. That's how I started out.

That's how I'm going to finish up.

Attaboy, Mr.

Mayor.

So, now, miss, if you will do the honors.

Here we go.

The stage net pick computer is busy shuffling those numbers in random order.

29, 6, 17, 38, 20, and 7.

Those are the numbers. And now, miss, do we have a winning match?

Not a chance.

What's this?

You're under arrest, sir. Conspiracy to fraud.

Misuse of city property.

You have no proof of that.

Actually, they might.

Let me talk to the mayor.

Sorry, the mayor can't hear you.

Come on.

You've got to remain silent.

You've got that right.

What happened?

Gary?

Gary?

I'd keep it.

Yeah? Sure. If I figured I bought it, it's rightfully mine.

I'd get myself another car, maybe two with chrome, maybe a puppy.

I'm not going to do that anyway.

So what's it going to be?

I don't know. I figure I can get one of these anywhere.

You know what? I really need the job.

Well, so why don't you come and work with me?

Selling hot dogs? Why not? Flexible hours, room to advance.

I forgot.

You're a vegetarian.

Well, how about maybe a newspaper report? Oh, no, no, don't fight.

You know, I came here on a tuna boat.

Ah, well, easy come, easy go. It's a great country, isn't it? Who needs 20

million clams anyway?

After all, this is America, where every day is a new deal.

And dreams are worth their weight in gold.

Where the little guy can reach the top.

Even if he has to crawl up a drainpipe to get there.

And where sooner or later, everyone has a shot at getting exactly what they

deserve.

Sister Mary Agnes found a winning lottery ticket on her doorstep and

dough to a foster care center.

Which, by the way, is exactly what I would have done.

When a spy plane crashes in China, can the CIA cover up the evidence before

discovered? Getting to the parts of the world that no other organization can

reach. The Agency continues tonight at 10, exclusive to Hallmark.

Next, the last in the series of Sue Thomas FBI.