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Barnaby Jones.

Starring Buddy Edson.

Also starring Lee Merriweather. With guest stars Eric Braden,

Jamie Smith Jackson, Richard Hatch,

Barbara Stewart, Nancy Wickwire.

Special guest star Sharon Acker.

Tonight's episode, Her Chance to Kill.

My zipper's stuck.

Well, you're not even ready.

I'm not going.

With what I've learned about Steve and the firm, I'd be a hypocrite.

Okay, drop the other shoe.

What's Steve been doing?

Stealing stamps?

Stealing's more serious than that.

For heaven's sake.

Steve Kingston?

I wish there were a kinder way of putting it, but there isn't.

Steve Kingston is a thief.

Thank you.

What are you going to do about it?

I don't know yet.

Not definitely.

I thought a man was supposed to be innocent until he was proven guilty.

Until he is, I think you ought to go to the party.

I'm certainly going.

I told you, I'm not going.

And I'll need the car.

Okay, I'll get a lift.

And don't worry.

I think you're wrong about Steve.

I'll tell you later.

Hey, where's our host?

You look beautiful.

Thank you. So do you, sweetheart.

Hi, how are you, darling? As always.

See you in a minute to get back. See you, though, are you? Tonight?

Yeah. It's going to be a little wet out tonight. Thank you. I'm going to powder

my nose. Don't have too much fun without me. It can't be done. You know that.

Come on inside.

Oh, everybody's here.

Sure.

Did you have a hard time getting here or something at all?

No.

Steve, wait.

Problems.

It's Tony.

What about Tony?

I don't know. He's uptight about something.

What's bothering Tony is the fact that the firm is moving up as younger guys,

and old Tony is no longer a younger guy, that's all.

Old Tony is going to block your partnership.

No way.

He says you've been stealing.

Well, is there something called the park estate?

What did he say about the park estate?

He says you're a thief.

Well, it isn't true, is it?

Why would he say such a thing?

Of course it isn't true. You know better than that.

But look, maybe...

Maybe I better phone him right now and see if... Why don't you cover for me and

play the hostess?

Hey, Steve.

Is everything all right? Of course it's all right.

I'll just be a few minutes, okay?

Hey, man, can I ask you something?

Not right now. I'm busy, but hang in there.

My wife didn't waste any time, did she?

Tony, I want to talk to you about something.

That Parker estate is my client.

Now, you had no right to take out that file.

Do you want to discuss the right and the wrong of this matter?

Listen, man, I thought you and I were friends.

Bull, we're not friends.

We work for the same firm and we live in the same neighborhood, but we're not

friends.

I want that file, Tony.

Why should you think you would?

Especially with the margin notes that I made.

You wouldn't shoot me.

Now hand it over to me.

You stupid fool.

Spencer's gonna know anyway.

You told him?

I just got here myself. I haven't even said hello to my host. Hey, that dress

terrific. I love it. Thank you. See you later. Okay, sweetheart.

Operator, give me the police, please.

Hurry.

This is an emergency.

For heaven's sake, give me the police.

This is Tony Bloom.

Lathrop Way.

This is an emergency.

What happened to the ice cream soup?

I just spilled some ice cream on it.

How's everything going? Fine.

Everything is going to work just fine.

Come here, come here.

Officer, this is Mrs. Bloom.

What's the matter? Mrs. Bloom, I'm sorry, but could you come with me?

What's happened?

You happen to know any 18 -year -olds, Mr. Jones?

No.

But I used to be one.

Well, let's see if I got all this straight.

Your daughter Christy left your home in Kansas about four months ago and took a

ride out here to Los Angeles with a friend.

And then just dropped out of sight.

I was heart sick.

Finally, one letter.

She said she was getting her head straightened out, to quote her lovely

Had gotten a couple of things out of her system. And reading between the lines.

She was reaching out to us. She was ready to come back home.

So we planned this trip.

But she did keep the date with you on Monday.

Where was the meeting, Mrs. Sanders?

At one of those organic food restaurants. You know the type I mean.

Oh, yes.

The kind where you don't know what it's doing to their metabolism, but it's

certainly making their hair grow.

Well, we talked the whole thing out.

And she agreed that she would come back home with us.

And we all agreed that we would try to bend over backwards with each other more

than we had.

But then she had to pack and say goodbye to some friends. But she said that she

would see us at our hotel in Beverly Hills by 10 o 'clock that night.

Naturally, she didn't give you her new address or her new phone number. Of

course not.

You happen to know the name of her young man?

Eric with a C, Garvin. G -A -R -V -I -N.

Do you recall the name of the restaurant?

It was on Sunset Boulevard, just past Doheny.

I'll never forget that name.

Granola Central Station.

Why should I know where this Eric Garvin hangs out?

He told me up in Topanga to try here, and then a couple of guys in Venice, and

then Judy.

Which Judy is that?

Christine's friend, Judy.

I don't know this garbage.

And if there's any heat, I don't want to know.

I am not the heat. I'm just trying to do the guy a favor.

I got the documents right here that make him heir to $1 ,100.

Believe me, I don't make enough out of it to horse around with the people who

see a narc under every tie and white shirt.

You got my card with my phone number on it. Next time he comes in, come to call

me.

No sweat, my friend.

And nobody's agitated.

But you can understand why we played a little cautious.

Right?

You know what Dago Street is?

You go up Laurel Canyon and hang a left at the store.

Eric's got a crash pad made out of an old bus.

You go over White Bridge and you can't miss it.

Doesn't sound like it.

Thanks.

Howdy. My name's Fletcher.

Are you interested in this property?

No, I'm just looking for the people living here.

Living?

In that?

There's a couple of squatters hanging around.

You can guess the type.

I'm sorry, maybe they're friends of yours. A young fella and a girl.

Name seems to escape me.

Eric Garvin and Christy are the people I'm looking for.

How do you spell those?

Well, Mr. Fletcher, if your name is Fletcher, I'm wondering why a real

broker would be that interested in a couple of squatters, if you are a real

estate broker.

I'm a police officer.

Well, Mr.

Jones, what's your interest in this?

I represent the girl's parents. She's a runaway.

Naturally.

I imagine that, uh...

The department's interest is a little more serious than that.

Like murder?

Officially, they're wanted for questioning on the Anthony Bloom

robbery.

Eric can't move.

I hear you.

He has to move, Christy.

You're going to have to split, man.

Both of you.

I can feel fuzz all over the neighborhood after what the radio said

looking for a couple of street people.

You better take off, Christy.

You've got some place to go. Now do what I tell you.

Can you sit up and eat this, or shall I help you?

We haven't got time for anything, Chris. Artemis is right.

Look, whatever you decide to do, I'm not leaving you.

I'm going to stay with you.

Okay.

We're both leaving.

Grab your stuff.

Artemis, can we use your bus?

Uh, sure, yeah.

I'll tell them you ripped me off.

Go down the back way and get it studied.

Hey, we can make it.

Hello, Ms. Sanders?

I can't make a judgment because I don't know the facts.

But just because I'm not a cop doesn't mean they're not cops behind me.

Yeah, how close?

At the health food store, tracking back just the way I did.

Eric and I didn't do it.

Don't you believe me?

It's the truth. I mean, we couldn't kill anybody.

Difference does it make, huh?

I mean, we were around there and we're long -haired hippies.

And that's the label, man. I mean, we're guilty, right? Anything they want to

pin on us.

All right, what really happened that night?

Eric's to say goodbye and pick up your things.

Yes, pick up my debutante's wardrobe.

Eric and I had sort of an argument.

He said that I was copping out if I went back.

Yeah, I'm like a stupid jerk. I started through this empty lot and I fell in the

dark and my leg snapped.

I thought it was ligaments or something. I didn't know it was broken.

I could even put some kind of weight on it, you know what I mean?

So we went back up the road to try to hitch a ride.

Do you think anybody would stop for us?

Then you did go by the bloom house where the murder occurred.

The only place that we stopped was this place where there were lots of people in

cars. They wouldn't even let us in to use the telephone.

Remember the address?

It was a big party.

Ballet parking, you know, the whole bit.

And then we went on down the canyon.

His leg was hurt really bad and we had to get to a hospital.

And this guy stopped and gave us a ride.

Look. This Joker isn't going to do any good for us. Let's get out of here, huh?

Eric, but I found out it's pretty tough trying to get your ideas across when

you're running away from somebody yelling over your shoulder.

The only chance we've got is to run.

On one leg?

You got the keys, Chris?

Sure.

Artie?

Hey, uh... Good luck, you guys, huh?

All the luck in the world is not gonna help them too much.

What key do you want me to wind up now, Pops, huh? Law and order?

The younger generation and the evils of pot, huh?

Glad you decided to come, darling.

You know how sorry I am that you have to go through all this?

All this time since it happened, and the statements I've made to everybody, I

can't help remembering you were in that bedroom so long.

Darling, I was in there because I kept on getting a busy signal.

I had to get through to Tony as soon as he finished. I just kept on dialing.

Gail, I never left that house. There wasn't time enough for that anyway.

I want to believe.

It is the truth.

And if I tell you it is the truth, it is.

Okay?

The police know who did it.

The reason that phone was busy is because Tony was calling them.

There were a couple of freaked out hippies in that place going through it.

Before they killed him, he did get to the phone and gave them some sort of

description.

Then you're definitely in the clear.

Of course I'm in the clear.

Except for one thing.

I need the park file.

When will the police let you back into the house?

Is it still in the house, the file?

Where else could it be?

Darling, I need that file.

You're going to have to get it for me.

Okay?

I'm looking for Mr. Kingston.

I am Stephen Kingston.

My name is Jones, Mr. Kingston. I'm a detective.

Your cleaning woman said I might find you out here.

Oh. I'll see you later, Steve.

Call me at Winnie's.

I cleared with Lieutenant Keough for you to get back into the house, Gail.

Excuse me.

She's Gail Bloom.

That's right.

I represent her now.

Three of us were very close.

It's incredible.

Tragic.

But I believe that I told Lieutenant Keogh everything already.

You know, the shocking thing is that it could have happened to any one of us

living up here.

Or down at the beach, or on Beverly Hills, or any place else.

Nobody's safe.

Please, Charles, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.

Okay?

These people, no sense of morality anymore.

No qualms about breaking in or holding a knife to your throat or knocking you

over the head.

And that's what's frightening.

These people?

They're the two hippies.

Oh, would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

How did you find out about the hippies?

Just on the news, you know, television too.

I didn't think the case against them was that strong myself.

Why not?

Well, the one with the broken leg, he couldn't do much, could he?

Now, Lieutenant, you didn't tell me about that one.

But from what I heard about the struggle that Tony Bloom put up, maybe he broke

the guy's leg in the fight.

Or maybe the other one actually killed Tony Bloom.

The other one was a girl.

Or didn't the lieutenant tell you that either?

It was a girl?

That's incredible. Well, some of those girls these days, I guess you just can't

tell the difference anymore, can you?

Tell me, Jones, how does Lieutenant Keogh like a man on his staff to go

his own murder theory?

Me?

That makes you think I'm on Lieutenant Keogh's staff.

You told me you were a detective.

What's this all about? Aren't you a detective?

Private detective.

I wanted to talk to you because I was told you gave the party that night.

That's right.

And Mrs. Bloom was here. I mean, that's all a matter of record.

Tony Bloom was late coming home.

He was going to come along later.

So, you had valet parking?

I certainly did, yes.

Well, I wanted to find out what outfit you used and get the names of the car

jockeys that were here.

Why?

The two suspects, the young hippies, said that they talked to the

parking attendant and asked to use the phone.

Well, if they did that before they passed the Bloom house, it kind of rules

out the possibility that they beat up on Mr. Bloom and murdered him, wouldn't

you say?

Hmm. Yeah, I guess you're right.

Now, what if...

But what if he actually broke the guy's leg in the fight?

Doesn't seem logical that they would limp back up here and talk to people and

seen. Make their identification that much easier, does it?

No, it doesn't. You're right.

So what you want from me is the valet parking service.

That's all.

Be of very great help, Mr. Kingston.

I don't have to help.

Chuck has his own service.

I've used him for years.

I got his number right here, so I can give it to you.

You know the biggest problem?

Parking costs in Southern California.

Making sure your legs don't give out on you.

Tower Road, Summit Drive, the old calf muscles and tendons, I'll tell you.

Yeah, I have the same hazards in my profession. Now, about those two, they

coming west on Mulholland?

Right. The 8900 block.

And we were swamped.

Party just starting to swing.

So I had to say no.

Wasn't one of them hurt?

Yeah, his leg.

The guy was really in pain.

The girl practically had to hold him up.

I hate it to have to say no dice, but I work for Mr. Kingston a lot, and I know

he's got a short fuse.

Then they went on by down the hill to the 8700 block.

Yeah, they mumbled something hostile and kept on going.

Would you be able to identify them?

Tell you the truth, Mr. Jones, I never pay much attention to faces.

Radiator grills, yes.

People, no.

Lieutenant, I guess that cleans it up for me.

Okay, Ames, I'll see you downtown.

You talk to Barnaby Jones here?

Got here just a few minutes ago with that open -faced, friendly smile of his,

you know.

Where is he? Right here.

Will, I'd like to talk to you.

You got a minute?

Just. Well, Lieutenant, I think I'll take the stuff out of the lab.

So long, Ames.

Will, one of the kids you're questioning is a client of mine.

Tough. Which one?

The girl.

Well, she needs a lawyer, too.

More than she needs you right now.

Will. A 90 -pound teenager beats a six -foot man to death.

It's a cinch. The boyfriend's holding him. Not such a cinch, but the

got a broken leg.

Listen, I know they said it happened earlier.

Falling down a hill or something.

Do you know I can deliver a witness who will confirm it? Who?

The valet parking attendant at the Kingston party.

You've got to him first.

How come we missed him?

Ames!

Ames!

Somebody's gonna get chopped off at the pockets.

How reliable's the statement?

Time check out?

Seems to.

But what I really want is permission from you to talk to the Sanders girl.

Sure.

Listen, uh, as long as you're laying your cards on the table, what does Eric

Garvin and the Sanders girl have to say about how he got to the emergency

hospital to get his legs set?

Itch. Car picked him up near Lookout Mountain.

That's a lie.

They stole the car, Barnaby.

We found it in the hospital parking lot, covered with their prints.

Thanks for telling me. Whose car?

The victim.

Tony Bloom.

You're both in a mess of trouble, young lady. You need all the help you can get.

And whether or not you get it from me depends on when you start telling the

truth. Now, one more lie, and I drop it, you understand?

Okay.

Yes, sir.

Look, the only reason that we went to the Bloom house was to try to call Artie

so we would come and get it.

We rang and we rang, and nobody came to the door.

So we ripped off the car.

Never went inside.

And we sure never killed anybody.

You were more or less identified by the four people.

Two guests who arrived about the time you did.

The parking attendant and a woman walking her poodle.

Did you happen to see anybody outside who may have committed the murder?

Wow.

There was a valet. We talked to him.

And there was a car that drove up just then. We asked them.

Oh, and there was this guy that looked like he was leaving the house, and then

he went back into the house around to the side, like.

Could you identify him?

Heck no.

I probably wouldn't have remembered him except that he was wearing very fancy

threads.

Dressed all in white.

White suit.

Yeah, very Marcello Mastroianni.

Very cornball, Mr. Jones.

Is...

Is that all you want?

If that's all you can tell me.

Will my mother be coming down?

I imagine she can get permission.

Well, I guess we'll both survive.

She always comes loaded with handkerchiefs.

Thank you very much, Mr. Jones.

I'll be talking to you the day after tomorrow, Christy.

They may have moved you by then.

Hybrid talisman?

Reporter or policeman?

I'm Barnaby Jones, ma 'am, a private investigator.

Well, first time in my life I ever have detectives asking me questions, and not

one of them's younger than me.

Well, I always knew I missed my chance with Bogey.

Actually, I want to talk to Mrs. Bloom.

I understand she's staying with you.

Oh, no, no. She went back to her own house.

I guess everyone knows which one it is now.

She's probably there.

I want to ask you a question about the party.

Who was wearing the white suit?

White suit?

Nobody was wearing a white suit. Well, maybe the bartender. No.

No, he was wearing a red mess jacket.

Nobody was wearing a white suit, Mr. Jones. Why did you think that?

Must have been mistaken.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Harbeck.

Oh, just a minute, Mr. Jones.

You are a good detective.

It is a hybrid, Thaldeman.

Hello?

Steve?

Did you find the file, darling?

No, I'm still looking.

I think you ought to know that detective who talked to you, the gray -haired

one? Yes, what about him?

He was here.

He just left.

He wanted to know what suit you wore at the party.

So he asked you, too, huh?

When he just told me that he had been to your house.

What's it all about?

Oh, it's nothing important, really.

Listen, maybe it's best if you don't call me, unless,

well, you know what I mean.

I understand.

And I'm still looking.

Okay.

All right, keep at it.

Bye.

Well, you back again, Joan?

I'm afraid so, for a minute.

Come on in.

You got a hold of Chuck, all right?

Oh, yeah.

Did you get what you needed?

Yes, yes, fine. Thank you very much.

Well, I hope you don't mind if I do my 30 laps?

No, no, not at all. I hate to miss a day, you know.

I feel the same way Mark Twain did about physical exercise.

When I get the urge, I lie down immediately till it goes away.

That's a good one.

So what did Chuck have to say?

He confirmed that he had seen Garvin and Sanders, Garvin with the bad leg, just

about the time that they said he had.

He also said they asked to use the telephone, but he told them that you

like it.

That's right.

So now you came to straighten out the business about the white suit and the

sweater, huh?

I see that both of the ladies have already called.

attorney, you know, Jones.

She very correctly told me that you had been by.

Without, by the way, telling her that you are not on the force.

I asked for Winnie Harbeck.

She'd call a man on any excuse.

Well, you got your story down pat.

The beginning of the party was wearing a white suit.

I spilled the bloody marijuana on the jacket.

So I had to change.

That's as simple as that.

Okay. If you were wearing a white suit, then you were the man that Garvin and

Sanders saw when they were outside with Chuck.

I went outside to the car because I left a case of booze in the trunk.

If they saw you, Mr. Kingston, there's an even better chance that you saw them.

Come to think of it, I remember Chuck talking to somebody.

I just thought they were some of the guests, you know?

You look kind of skeptical about me changing clothes, Joe.

I don't mean to. It makes good sense.

But it would be a lot easier to accept if you hadn't already sent the suit out

to the cleaners.

He must pick up us tomorrow, Jones.

And the suit, Jones, is right in there.

Here.

Let's see now.

Take a look.

Looks like a couple of things, including blood.

You want to take a bet, Jones?

No, I don't want to bet.

I've got too many things on my mind.

Oh, yeah?

Like what?

Like, uh, let's assume that those kids did not murder Mr. Bloom.

Well, as a lawyer, I'd have to say that...

No proper foundation was laid for that.

All right.

Kind of a foundation.

The desk sergeant who took the call from the Bloom house logged a message like

this. Two guys broke into my house. They beat me.

Now, wouldn't you think that Mr. Bloom would have noticed if one of them was a

girl? Yeah, you'd think so.

I think the murderer made that call.

He remembered seeing those kids in this area somewhere, not too clearly, and

he's trying to lay it off on them.

Aha, Dr. Watson, you already tricked me into admitting I did see them.

Look, I'm just noodling around with all this. I'm trying to make some sense out

of it.

Do me a favor, Jones.

Start noodling around with something called motive for me to have killed my

friend Tony Bloom, all right?

I saw the glimmer of a motive out by the pool.

My, what big eyes you have, Grandpa.

Gail and I embrace each other. We kiss. People do that, you know, for more than

one reason.

Especially if there was a death in the family.

It didn't quite seem like a kiss of condolence.

Or a kiss a lawyer might give his client.

You are serious, aren't you?

A crime of passion.

How romantic.

And how ridiculous.

Lovers don't kill spouses today, Jones.

They just move in together.

Besides, I got a girl.

You know what she is? She's a biology major at UCLA.

Now, why don't you go down to Lieutenant Keough and tell him all about your

theory? Because I'm quite sure you'll get a good laugh out of it.

I might just do that.

They could use a good laugh down at headquarters.

It's got to be him.

Maybe Tony had a messenger pick it up before.

Look, darling, I don't know what Tony might have put into that file, but I

want Spencer to get a hold of it.

What about the bedroom?

Barnaby, you told me you would stop at seven.

I'm almost finished.

What'd you find out?

The stain on top may have been a Bloody Mary, but something tells me that

underneath is blood that he tried to wipe off.

Did he check out?

Nope.

Tomato juice with just a trace of Worcestershire.

A Bloody Mary without a drop of blood.

Barnaby, do you have to be told that some people in this building would call

this withholding evidence?

Well, how can you say I'm withholding evidence when I'm laying it right in

lap?

How did you get it?

Marilyn, you there?

I'll have to send this to the lab and get these stains analyzed.

Now, hold it, Lieutenant.

I've already analyzed it, and it's nothing but citric acid, ascorbic acid,

sodium chloride, and pulp.

Tomato juice.

Good morning,

Mr. Jones. Good morning.

Tell Dr.

Tamaka that the good fairy left this in a basket on my doorstep, and I'd like

him to take it. Hold it.

What now?

You know, I struck out on the stain, but isn't this a kind of a funny thing to

have up your sleeve if you've been wearing the jacket?

Price tag still sewed in?

He didn't wear this.

Brand new, right off the rack, he set me up.

You're saying he got rid of the jacket with the blood on it? The real blood.

Maybe. Or maybe he wore it with a price tag in it.

I've done it. How long ago?

Last time I wore anything with a price tag in it was a pair of knickers that my

mother gave me for Easter because she wanted to prove she could afford to give

everybody a new outfit.

Well, I'm sorry to say it still doesn't make things look better for those kids.

About those kids.

If they were dumb enough to leave prints all over the Bloom car, how come they

were smart enough not to leave any prints inside the Bloom house when they

supposed to be struggling with them?

Barnaby, you've got too many friends in this department.

Who let you in on that?

You did, Wilbur, just now.

I was only guessing.

Anything else I ought to know?

I think I'm still one up on you.

Well, I have here a transcript from Charles Vlahos, the parking attendant.

Only you already know all about his testimony.

And then there's a one -pager here from Jonathan Hughes Spencer, head of the law

firm that Bloom was with, and Kingston was with also, saying that Tony Bloom

called Spencer minutes before he was killed. He had something of vital

importance to discuss with him, about which Spencer knows nothing more, and I

doubt if any of us ever will.

Thanks.

Yes, that makes us even.

I'm sorry if I've frightened you, Mrs. Bloom.

Mr. Jones, I'm sorry. I don't have time to talk to you.

You know what's in that?

Personal papers that don't concern you.

Mr. Jones, I'm sorry. I have nothing to discuss with you.

I don't know exactly what's in there, but Mr. Kingston does, doesn't he? He's

not here.

But he knows.

And I know that whatever is in there is the reason your husband was murdered.

No, he was murdered by those hippie kids who broke in to rob the house.

These are private papers.

Mrs. Bloom, it figures that those papers are the reason your husband wanted to

talk to Mr. Spencer that night.

Will you please leave me alone and get out of this house?

All right, if you want to shield a man who killed your husband, that's one

thing. But I don't believe you do.

No man goes through a rigmarole with jackets like that unless there's

pretty feathery. And he saw two men in the darkness just as the murderer did

when he called the police.

Jones, put up your hands.

Steve.

Then move to the fireplace.

Put your hands above it.

And spread your legs apart.

Steve, what did he mean when he said... Shut up.

I won't shut up. I want to know.

I'm laying a foundation for you, Kingston.

You wanted a foundation.

It's a motive, Mrs. Bloom.

Steve, you swore to me you didn't. Now be quiet.

And open the door, Gale.

Open it!

Now, Gale, you and I weren't here, but Inquisitive Mr. Jones was here, as he

here before when he stole my jacket. Now, unfortunately, he went outside, he

slipped on the wet deck, he cracked his skull, he fell into the pool, and he

drowned.

Now, you get that?

Chief, why?

Because I say so.

Mr. Kingston, do you mind if I suggest a bargain?

You haven't got much to trade, Jones.

Except that if you kill me, Mrs. Bloom will probably decide that you actually

did kill her husband. And right now, she's not quite sure.

And if you stage an accident... That brings on more questions. Lots of

questions, because...

Believe it or not, I've got some friends in homicide and some more scattered

through the department.

And they will hang on like bulldogs until they are absolutely certain there

no foul play.

Mr. Kingston, you've got me covered.

Do you mind if I turn around and look you in the eye?

You just talk, Jones.

Now, you're a very smart lawyer.

All you need is a little time.

A little time in the office to straighten things out, sort of get

shape and condition.

Why don't we burn that report and all of Tony's notes?

Then nobody will know.

And I'll walk out of here with a healthy skull and you two will be home free.

Yes.

Please, no killing.

I wish I could burn everything.

I'm glad I don't know what's in here.

Steve, please do it.

Do as he says.

Open it.

Take out the file and bring it to me.

And she testified against Kingston?

Mrs. Bloom did.

Yes, Christine.

Even true love doesn't run smooth.

And theirs was kind of rough all the way.

Well, ours is going to be different from now on.

I hope.

So do I.

Won't be easy.

Nothing's easy today.

But every once in a while, some of you old establishment guys surprise me.

Anyhow, uh...

You did, Mr. Jones.

Thanks, Eric.

You know, one of these days, maybe your parents and Christy's parents might

surprise you, too.

It's amazing how much we grown -ups can learn in a couple of years.

Dig?

Oh, I dig.

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