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MAN ON TV: According
to a regional survey
released today,

fewer local companies...

I think I'm old enough
to decide

how much makeup
is too much makeup.

The only way
to prove that to me

is by wearing too little.

(SCOFFS) Yesterday,
you told me to wear less,

and I wasn't wearing any.

The point is,
you don't need it.

The point is,
is you're not
a guy my age.

Just turn that off,
will you?

Wait, Joan,
don't touch that dia,

and please don't
freak out.

It's me, king of kings,
the Almighty.

God is doing
the news?

I know. You thought
you were done

after the last time
we spoke.

You hoped it was
an isolated instance
of mental breakdown

and that your life
would just re.

Yeah, well,
I'm talking
to the television,

so normal works for me.

I'll keep this short...

(GASPS) Oh, my God!
What did you do?

Yeah, it's a crime
against God

to turn off
the television.

Sorry.

It's after 7:00,
they should be home.

You know,
some people believe

that microwaves
suck all the energy
out of food.

(WHISPERING) Hello.

Joan to God. Hello.

In fact,
microwaves emanate.
What?

What channel are you on?
LUKE: Microwaves
actually energize the food...

Hello.
...the molecular
kinetic vibrations,

a.k.a. heat.

It's just a simple
driving test.

What's the big delay?

So, if you dry a cat
in a microwave,
it'll explode.

What's with you
and TVs tonight?

Oh, God!

Dad, quit being
so nervous.

I wasn't nervous
the first time
Kevin got his license.

Why would I be
nervous this time?

Maybe because last time
he got his license,

he ended up a paraplegic.

What did you say?

I'm... I'm sorry.
Were you listening?

(CAR HORN HONKS)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

HELEN: We're home.

Do not buy me a car.

Does that mean
you passed?

With a perfect score.

King of the gimp drivers.

I want to buy my own car.

Apparently Kevin wishes
to buy his own car.

Do you have
any idea how much
that will cost?

I'll get a job.

He'll get a job.

How? He has
no transportation.

Wow! Classic chicken
and egg paradox.

HELEN: A lot of jobs
require you to have
your own car.

Well, I'm not
looking for a career
in pizza delivery.

I'm gonna go upstairs
and watch TV.

God, Mom, you wanted me
to get my license
for hand controls.

I got it.
It's not enough
for one day?

Why can't you help?

Help? What are we
fighting about?

(MICROWAVE DINGS)

Dinner is served.

♪ What if God was one of us?

♪ Just a slob like one of us

♪ Just a stranger on the bus

♪ Trying to make his way home

♪ Just trying
to make his way home

♪ Just trying
to make his way home ♪

JOAN: Don't you
have any friends

that you could walk
to school with?

Don't worry.

They'll think
I'm cool styling
with my big sister.

Oh, wait,
you're worried

that one
of your friends will
see us together...

Oh, wait a minute.

You don't have
any friends.

And ironically,
you're still cramping
my style.

Hold this.

Who's the reject?

Adam Rove.
Huge stoner.

Hey, maybe he'll be
your friend.

JOAN: What is he doing?

Looking for
lost brain cells?

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

Oh!

What kind of loser runs
just because the bell rings?

Hey, kid!

It's me.

You need proof? Fine.

Sometimes you like
to practice

French kissing yourself
on the mirror.

Why do you have
to be so mean?

Look, that was my dad
who turned you off last night,

so if there's
some kind of penalty,
then I think...

Fine.

He shall spend
all of eternity
burning in hell.

No. No, no, no.
My dad's a really great man.

I'm kidding.
There's no penalty
for turning me off.

Just because I speak
doesn't mean
anyone has to listen.

Really?

Yeah.

Free will is one
of my better innovations.

I give suggestions,
not assignments.

I feel a suggestion
coming on.

Yeah. Stop squandering
the potential I gave you.

Stop underachieving.

Have some pride.

Wait.

In what?
Like school?

School's a start, yeah.
Stand back.

Pride? What happened
to humility?
(ENGINE STARTS)

Humility isn't
actually humility

unless you're good enough
at something
to be humble.

What?

DAGHLIAN: Somebody
gets burned to a crisp,
that's murder.

ROEBUCK: Only if it's arson,
And it ain't arson
until I say it's arson.

Is it arson?
That's what
I'm investigating.

And until I decide,
you have
no jurisdiction...

Nozzleheads. Got no respect
for a crime scene.

"Nozzleheads?"

Girl scouts
solve more murders
than you people do.

That may have been true
in the past, not anymore.

So you want
to rethink your tone?

Come on, now,
let's get fraternal.

Chief Wyatt.

Don't go all
stiff and official

just because the kids
are fighting.

We're having
crime-scene issues.

Roy, what you're
going to do is you're
going to inform, um...

Detective Daghlian.

As soon as you ascertain
whether or not
it's an arson.

"Daghlian," what is that?
Is that Armenian?
Yeah.

You know, you don't see
a lot of Armenian cops.

Are we straight
on this, Roebuck?

I've been
an arson investigator
for eight years.

I'm guaranteeing
Chief Girardi personally.

Don't prove me a liar.

Thank you, Chief Wyatt.

Call me Tom or Tommy.

Will. Not Willy, ever.

Ha!

Hey, never mind Roy.
He's sensitive
about hierarchy.

You know, maybe
he feels inferior to cops.

But you don't?

Oh, hell, no.

Cops are heroes,
what, maybe 10%
of the time?

Everybody loves
the fire department.

Listen, Will,
I want to invite you
and your wife

to my place, Thursday.

Cocktails,
maybe a few people
you'd enjoy meeting.

Thanks, Tommy.
We'd be delighted.

Terrific.
All right, Thursday.

I'll send the details
to your office.

Two weeks ago,
he wouldn't return
my phone calls.

Well, I got a theory.

My bet, he's gonna
ask you to become
a Centurion.

Great. When do we
attack Carthage?

Yeah, it's like
the Kiwanis Club.

They build parks
and old folks homes.

What does that
have to do
with Chief Wyatt?

Well, he's a Centurion.

All the mucky-mucks are.
It's political.

It's about time
they asked you,

you being
Chief of Police.

Well, if charity work
and riding little motorcycles
in parades

gets things done,
sign me up.

Keep me apprised
on this, um, homicide.

Yeah.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

WOMAN: What is the reason
for your tardiness?

Take a guess.
He's still in his jammies.

I slept in
and missed the bus.

Every day, Grace.

You're supposed
to ask the reason
for my tardiness.

Well, you are late
for school every day,

and late
for every single class.

The vice principal thinks
you're doing it on purpose,

to flout his authority.

Mrs. Girardi,
you got to ask me.

If you don't make
at least one class
on time this week,

he will suspend you.

And if it happens again
after that,

he'll expel you.

GRACE: Come on, ask me.

What is the reason
for your tardiness?

The reason
for my tardiness
is I am late.

Why are you waiting to see
the vice principal?

Mrs. Girardi,
here's the deal.

At school, you and I
don't know each other.

Okay?

First thing
every morning,

you report to me,
you understand?

Uh-huh.

PRICE: I may not be
able to stop you

from getting high
away from school,

but you're mine
between 8:00
in the morning

and 3:00
in the afternoon.

Okay, Mr. Price.

If I even suspect

that you are under
the influence of drugs,

what will happen?

ADAM: You'll urine test me.

PRICE: For your own good.

And call the cops.

Mmm-hmm.

Ruin my life.

All for your own good.

Ah, Ms. Girardi.

Walk with me, please.

So, advanced placement.

I can't hear if you nod,
Ms. Girardi.

You're gonna
have to speak up.

There's nothing
in your record

that suggests
academic achievement.

I know.

Why take
advanced placement?

I need a reason?

Oh, premise,
argument, conclusion,

the correctness of reasoning,

the validity of inference.

I don't know
what you're saying.

Yes, you need a reason.

Well, it's personal.
Oh, please,

we're not talking
about adolescent romance.

We're discussing academics.

I see you, Mr. Denberg.

My office, 3:15.

DENBERG: Oh, shoot.

Do you believe in God?

That would
only be pertinent

if God told you
to take advanced placement.

He might have.

He isn't always clear.

Ms. Girardi,
messages from God
suggest psychosis.

Psychosis is a matter
for the school psychiatrist

and massive doses
of Thorazine.

So for the record,

did God ask you
to take advanced courses?

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Mr. Price,

I want to do better.

I have one vacancy
in AP Chem.

Take it or leave it.

How's the Chief of Police?

Slightly apprehensive

when the District Attorney
pays a personal visit.

Well, I dropped by earlier,

but apparently,
you were out
sifting through embers.

Small jurisdictional dispute.

You're a much more
hands-on kind of guy

than our last
Chief of Police.

I take it
you don't approve.

Well, there is
some concern

that when a Police Chief
immerses himself
in trivialities,

larger questions
such as

budget, staffing,
inter-agency relations...

When I got here,
this department had
the worst conviction rate

of any city of its size
in the nation.

No one's suggesting
you haven't really
turned things around.

Plus, I don't answer
to the District Attorney.

I answer to the Mayor.

Who do you think
sent me?

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

You're late.

See me after school,
Ms. Polk.

Thank you.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Class,

this is Joan Girardi,

who will be joining us
in AP Chemistry.

Joan, take a seat
with that group.

(TAPS POINTER ON THE BOARD)

Let us consider
ionic reactions

in terms of sign and valence.

So if you turn
to page 64 in your books...

How about for kicks,

everybody tells
something good
they did today?

Mom, if you want
to know if I looked
for work,

just ask.

Will?

WILL: Okay, I did not
pull out my gun and shoot

an arson investigator
or the District Attorney.

Good for you, Luke.

I didn't laugh
when Joan
was introduced

to my AP Chem class.

Luke took mine.

I'm now taking chemistry
with the clamheads.

Move on.
Kevin, your turn.

HELEN: Have you given
any more thought

to getting
your own transportation?

(KEVIN CLEARS THROAT)

I already got
my own wheels.

Good. You're awake.

Half awake, anyway.

The other half
is still sound asleep.

Wake up,
you lazy bastards!

It's morning.

Please don't
make those jokes.

Why?

'Cause if somebody else
made those jokes about you,

I would scratch
their eyes out.

What's that?

I googled used cars
with hand controls,

in case
you're interested.

Thanks, Mom.

LISCHAK: Reactants are subject

to three laws
of chemical combination:

the law of
constant composition,

the law of
multiple proportions,

and the law
of reciprocal proportions,
so...

(WHACKS POINTER)

The chemical concepts
here include

single-replacement,

exothermic reactions,

enthalpy, and...

Luke.
Entropy.

(ALL EXCLAIM)

♪ Ah, go, Luke

CLASS: ♪ Go, Luke
♪ Go, go, go, Luke

♪ Go, Luke, go! ♪

LUKE: Iron oxide
is reduced
to metallic iron

by aluminum reaching
a temperature of...

LISCHAK: Need a calculator?
LUKE: No.

Approximately
3,000 degrees centigrade.

Ah.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)
Okay, hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Home test tonight.

List the chemical equations
which take place

in a typical wood fire.

Full group participation.

Due before the bell.
No exceptions.

Mr. Roebuck.

Lieutenant Roebuck.

Hey, Lieutenant.
I'm a Chief.

Not my Chief.

If you're
withholding evidence,

this Chief will arrest you
for obstruction of justice.

I'm not withholding.

I'm taking the time
I need to do
a thorough investigation.

Your guys
should try it sometime.

Lieutenant Roebuck,
every moment you delay,

the trail gets colder,
and the arsonist

is a step closer
to getting away
with murder.

Anybody asking questions
about who might benefit

from this building
being burned down?

Hey, Lieutenant,
we'll do our job.

You do yours.

That's the least
a reasonable person
could expect.

When did you
start smoking?

Don't knock it.
It's the only
exercise I get.

Hmm.
Besides, it makes me
look cool.

Yeah. Chicks really dig
a perv smoking

and staring
at the kids in the yard.

Stamp that out, will you?
I'm not a good stamper.

Mom thinks you're out
looking for a job.

FYI, that's pitiful.

Yeah, well, these days
"Pityville" is
my hometown, so...

Kev, why don't you just
let the parental units
buy you a car?

Oh, I suppose you'd
let them buy you a car.

Duh.
Any normal person would.

I'm sorry. I didn't...
I didn't mean that...

I remember normal.

Back when I was normal,

I wanted them
to buy me a car.

And you know
what they said?

They said no.

They said, "Be a man.

"Get a job.
Buy your own car."

So what's changed
since then?

Huh?
(SOBS SOFTLY)

Joan, what's changed?

You know
what's changed.

Yup. Nobody expects me
to be a man anymore.

You've stopped trying!

You just sit around
and smoke in the park

like some sub-defective!

Why are you crying?

I got in a fight
with my brother.

Because he doesn't
try hard enough?

You heard that, yeah?

I hear everything, Joan.

Let Kevin walk, please.

I'll just ask
for this one favor,

and then I'll never
ask for one again.

It's so easy for you.

All you have to do
is snap your fingers

or blink your eye.

Just let Kevin
stand up and walk.

People ask me to do things,

big things, little things,

billions of times every day.

What do you expect?

You're God.

I put a lot of thought
into the universe.

I came up with the rules.

It sets a bad example
if I break them,

not to mention,
it shows favoritism.

Why should one person
get a miracle
and not everybody else?

Can you imagine the confusion?

It's better when we all
abide by the rules.

No miracles?

Miracles happen
within the rules.

That's why I came to you.

To... to perform miracles?

You're an instrument of God,

bound by the limit
of time and space.

Perfect.

Can I have my ball?

You'd like to give me
a slap, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

But you're so cute.

By the way,
as an instrument of me,

have some pride.

Do better.

Do your best.

Now I'd like to slap you.

So what do we do first?

Ask your brother
for the answer.

To be humble,
you have to be proud.

Wait, aren't those
opposites?

Ask him. Ask him, ask him.

No. Look, look, look.
Break it down, okay?

Is there a chemical formula
for twigs?

Uh, cellulose is C6H12O6.

Uh, I have
an eidetic memory.

What's that?
Photographic.

He can barely
remember his name.

Listen, I know a lot.

I just can't
put it all together.

Okay, um, what about
a chemical equation for fire?

Wood doesn't actually burn.

Oh, that's insane.

What burns
is the gas released
when the wood gets hot.

Therefore, the reaction
would have to be gasification

through
oxidation reduction,

then combustion.

It is so hot
that you know that.

Dude, are you smart?

Just because I rebuke
the whole "formal schooling
equals knowledge" crap

doesn't mean I'm stupid.

Wow.

Okay, so what about gas?

Cha. Like I know.

And rain man's
back to underpants.

Listen, you tell me
the formula,

and I'll tell you
the substance, or...
(LUKE GROANING)

(SNAPS FINGERS)

You tell me the substance,
and I'll tell you the formula.

Well, work it backwards.

Okay, charcoal
plus the mystery gas

equals wood,
plus oxygen and heat.

Uh, C50H10O,
plus, 10CH2O.

That's formaldehyde,

Equals oxidized...
Go.

...and reduced C6H12O6.

JOAN: Okay. What...

What does that mean?

It means we're done.
Good night.

Well, did we
get it right?

It's like watching
three monkeys

build a particle accelerator

using tinfoil and a BB gun.

We just passed
an extremely rude boy
outside.

HELEN: No.
That wasn't a boy,
that was Grace Polk.

Sorry. Grace is sort of...

And, oh, and look,
it's Adam Rove

right in my kitchen.

Hi, Ms. Girardi.

Uh...

Headline, Adam Rove meets
the Chief of Police.

I'll see you upstairs.

Mom, Adam says
he knows where
to get Kevin a car.

Yeah?
Yeah. My dad says
there's one in the impound.

Wait. Is your dad
a police officer?

Cha. No way. No.
Night janitor.

Oh.

Well, nice work, Jane.

He calls me Jane sometimes

when he forgets that
my name is Joan.

(DOOR CLOSES)

These are Joan's
new friends?

A person of
mysterious gender,

and space boy?

There is a car
with hand controls

in impound.

There is?

How can you
not know that?

You're the Chief of Police.

Impound yard,

Chief of Police.

Now, how did you know that?

Space boy.
His father's
your night janitor.

I want you
to look into it.

That would be inappropriate.

Will.
I'm the Chief of Police.

I can't be sucking
around the impound yard
looking for bargains.

How, uh, how much
did you have
to drink tonight?

Exactly the right amount.

(CHUCKLES)

Aren't you curious

why Joan is suddenly
doing honors chemistry?

No.

No?

(PAGER BEEPING)

What the hell do you want?

I did my job.

I'd be one amazed
son of a bitch
if you do yours.

JOAN: Grace, have you
seen Adam?

He called in sick.

Price is all bent
'cause he wants
some of Adam's pee.

Oh, he left his bag
at my house.

Then stay away from me.

Why?

Because that backpack
is probably full
of boo-ya schwag.

I am not
hanging onto this
till tomorrow for him

if it's full of drugs.

My dad's
the Chief of Police.

Grace, you have
to turn in our project.

I don't hand things in,

and I never
hand them in on time,
it's my policy.

If you hand it in late,
Ms. Lischak won't accept it.

And then she's gonna
flunk me and Adam,
as well as yourself.

Again, thinking
only of yourself.

Stop squandering
your potential.

Stop underachieving.

Have some pride.

♪ One step forward

♪ Three steps back

♪ Here I am again

♪ Running my life
off the beaten track

♪ I wanna believe I can fly

♪ See the world
from a different sky

♪ I believe I can, but

♪ Where'd my wings go?

♪ Nobody told me
it would be so hard

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Nobody told me
I'd be stumbling on my way

♪ But I'm not giving it up,
Giving it up... ♪

DAGHLIAN:
The arsonist utilized
a sophisticated device

featuring
a magnesium accelerant.

All right, well,
we're looking for a pro.

But magnesium is the type
that outdoorsy types
get from outdoorsy stores

to start fires
in outdoorsy places.

See the list of people
who recently purchased
this stuff?

Oh.

Tom Wyatt's on this list.

I don't see him
being outdoorsy.

Shareholders in a company
called Badger Hill
Development, Inc.,

which owns
most of the land
around the arson location.

Wyatt again.

Did he really think
we wouldn't get here?

Maybe he didn't care.

I was at a do last night.

It seems to me
that most of the people

who make up Badger Hill
Development were there.

These are the people
that run things.

They're way higher
than I am
on the food chain.

We arrest people.
We're the top
of the food chain.

Sir, I'll, I'll...

I'll do whatever you want,
but, uh...

Only if I specifically
order you to do so.

Maybe you want it in writing.
Fully cover your ass.

It's the real world, Chief.

I got to live too.

Hey! Wait!

Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!
Wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait! Listen, listen.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Sorry.

Sorry.

You looking for me?

Oh, not sure.

You know, sometimes
when you're alone,

that hideous Titanic song
makes you cry.

(SIGHS)

Why do you
have to be so mean?

Why do you have to keep
questioning me?

Most people would be
on their best behavior.

Okay, whatever.

Look, I was thinking
about what you said

when I asked you
to cure Kevin,

how you said that it would
show favoritism,

and that I'm
an instrument of God,

and then I realized

you want me
to become a scientist

so I can discover
a cure for Kevin.

Okay, newsflash, Joan,

you don't need to let me in
on your thinking process.

I'm omniscient.

Okay, well,
I'm not omniscient,

so I have to ask
if I'm doing
what you want.

It's simple.

I want you to fulfill
your true nature.

God.

Yes?

No, I was taking
your name in vain,

to be technical.

Sorry.

Look, you won't always know
why I ask you to do things.

You won't always see
the effects.

Just think
about what you learned
in AP Chemistry.

I didn't learn anything.

I got the others to do it.

The smallest catalyst
can set off mind-boggling
chain reactions.

One time, I said,

"Let there be light."

All hell broke loose.

You know,
figuratively speaking.

So my true nature
is to be a catalyst?

That's mad anticlimatic.

Anticlimactic.

Anticlimatic means
you're against the weather.

Pfft!

HELEN: I know
it doesn't look like much.

Well, it looks
like a dumpster.

You might as well
take it back!

No!

(SIGHS)

I don't want it.

Why can't you
just let me
do things my way?

Because if I
leave it to you,

nothing will happen.

You will just rot
in that chair

to spite us all.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
Thank you!

Do you remember
when you first came home
after the accident?

Yes, Mom, I remember
who washed me,

and wiped my ass
and fed me.

Don't worry,
I haven't forgotten
any of that.

Kevin, that is just
mother stuff.

You don't owe me
anything for that,

not even thanks.

What I'm talking about is
the day you came home,

you asked me if you would
ever feel normal again.

What did I say?

You said, "Yes."

You promised.

And I intend
to keep that promise,

no matter how hard
you fight me,

because nobody

can stop me
from keeping a promise
to someone I love,

not even
the person I love.

Now, here's
this ugly vehicle,

and the least you can do
is take it for a drive.

Will you do that?

Yeah.

Thank you.

You want to come
with me?

( PERFECT PLAYING)

♪ Everyone falls

♪ But not everyone rises

♪ Why don't you get up

♪ And rise again for me?

♪ What if the world were

♪ A little more perfect?

♪ Would you stop crying

♪ Or would you take the leap?

♪ What if the world

♪ Were a little more perfect

♪ Would you open your eyes

♪ And blink again for me... ♪

Excuse me,
is this Adam Rove's house?

Will be when I die.

Until then, we share it.

Watch the, uh...

I don't know what that is.

Uh, maybe an anemone?

I'm Joan Girardi,

um, Adam's friend
from school.

My son's going out
with the Police Chief's
daughter?

No. No, no, no.

I was just bringing
his knapsack.

Oh, that's too bad.

It would've been great
for my career.

Um, Mr. Rove,
did you make all these?

They're really beautiful.

No, this is Adam's stuff.

It's either crap or genius.

I'm going with genius.

Then again, I'm his dad.

Adam did all this?

He's in the back.

Adam?

Jane, uh...

Oh, hey, um...

Come on in.

I brought your bag.

You left it at my house.

Uh, that's...

That's really beautiful.

Cha.

Fo' shizzle, my nizzle.

Um, what is it?

Uh...

I don't know.
(CHUCKLES) Uh...

Oh, thanks. Um...

Yeah.

Thanks for bringing me
all these things.

I really needed 'em
to finish this thing.

Well, to tell you the truth,

I was actually
kind of paranoid.

Why?

Well, I wasn't sure
what was in it.

That it might be,
you know,

boo-ya schwag.

What's "boo-ya schwag"?

(LAUGHS) Weed.

I don't do that.

(LAUGHS AND SIGHS)

Okay. Sure.

I don't.

Well, when I saw you
in Mr. Price's office,

he was giving you
that speech

on drugs and urine.

You didn't exactly
argue with him.

Yeah, Price.

Yeah, that guy
just keeps digging
and digging away at you

so he can find your own
personal mystery,

and use it against you.

Far as I'm concerned,
as long he's digging up my...

"drug problem,"

then he won't find out
my real secret.

Which is?

Cha.

Look around you.

I talk to angels.

Relax, Jane,
it's a metaphor.

But what if you actually
could talk to angels?

I'd keep my mouth shut.

Yeah, I guess Mr. Price
would have you put away.

Unchallenged.

Well, here.

Thanks. Oh.

(CHUCKLING)

Two double doubles,
one is animal style.

Animal style,
that's the way
I like it, too.

I don't even know
what it means.

I just like
the way it sounds.

Two fries,
one jumbo size,
one regular.

That's $6.88.

Giving you
a 10% discount
because you're cute.

Oh, they got
the cute discount.

I bet you
get that a lot.

Yeah, but I only extend it
to the super-cute.

Hello.

Sitting right here.
I'm his mother.

Hi.
Hi.

Come back soon.
Ask for Barbie.

Well, if you're Barbie,
I'll do that.

You're funny.

I'm starting
to like the vehicle.

(THUDS)

(SNIFFING)

This is why people
hate mimes.

People don't really
hate mimes,
they just say that they do.

It's the opposite of opera.

Isn't there a law
that says you can't
talk to people?

Hey, Joan,
I remain silent,

I get criticized
for that, too.

Right?

God.

I'm not getting it.

I joined AP Chem.
So what?

I have to do
what you want, obviously.
You're God.

I just, I don't get it.

AP Chem brings Adam Rove
into your home,

where he tells your mother
about a car in the impound.

Now your brother
has a car. Get it?

I... I got Kevin
his car?

Me working through you,
working through Adam,

working through your mother,
working through your...

Can you stop all this?
It's very distracting.

Thank you.

What Kevin does with that car

depends upon
his own free will,

which is another
reality strand.

Back on this strand,
your father meets Adam,

which compels him
to exchange pleasantries
with Adam's father,

who passes on
his inflated impressions
of your father

to his counterpart
at the fire department,

who happens to be
the brother-in-law
of an arson investigator

who risks his job
to pass information
to your father

so that he can arrest
an arsonist.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I caught an arsonist?

That's just on the Adam Rove
reality strand.

How far does this go?

All the way, baby.

Always for the better?

Better is how it works
with me.

An infinite good
in an infinite universe.

Trust in me, Joan.

That's all I ask!

(DOOR OPENING)

I brought Chief Wyatt.

Hey, Will.

WILL: Tom.

So what's up?
Where's the fire?

I appreciate you coming in.

It's, um, better this way.

What's better?

You're gonna need a lawyer.

Detective Daghlian
has some questions
to ask you

regarding the homicide
of John Brawley.

Who the hell
is John Brawley?

The man who died
in the fire you set.

Chief Girardi...
It's all right, Jeanne.

Oh, word gets around fast.

Thank God you're here.

You just might want
to shut the hell up, Tom,
and stay that way.

Would you come with me,
Chief Wyatt?

Chief Girardi has ordered me
to place you under arrest
if you refuse.

What have you got?

It's all
in the warrant package.

Sum it up for me.

Well, we can tie him
to the device

and the accelerant.

We can place him
at the scene,

and we have a motive.

What motive?

Financial gain.

"Badger Hill Developments."

He's a shareholder.

And I believe

so are you.

Are you suggesting
I have anything...

Badger Hill has been
after this piece of land
for four years.

What are you
gonna put there?

A mall? Office building?

Back down, Chief.

I'm a public servant.

If I, or any other
public servant,

owns shares
in Badger Hill Developments,

it's through a blind trust.

Sure, it's all
at arm's length.

You say you have Wyatt
on physical evidence?
Yes.

Then there's no need
to include Badger Hill

in the official
evidence package.

Except that it is evidence.

It's irrelevant.

We can get
the conviction
without it.

It's unnecessarily
inflammatory.

My people provide
your people with evidence.

How you use it
is up to you.

I can't suppress anything
in the official police report,
how would it look?

How things look
is not my concern.

You've been misinformed.

Your job is as political
as mine or the Mayor's.

Well, I don't see it
that way.

Have you considered
why you were hired
as Police Chief, Girardi?

Hmm, an outsider,

one who's never
held a top position.

It's because you have
a reputation
as a pragmatic man

who understands
the importance
of playing ball.

Apparently, we were
both misinformed.

He makes stuff
out of stuff that
people throw away?

Yeah, and get this.
He's not a stoner.

BOTH: Get out of here.

Honest to God.
Just don't tell Mr. Price.

Why would he want
Mr. Price to think
he's a drug abuser?

Mom, could this just
be one of those things

that we agree on
without having to go
deeply into it?

Uh, Mom,
I'm eating out.

You want to come, geek?

Uh, yeah,
that'd be, um...

Can I?
Fine.

Hey. See you later.
See you, Dad.

Where are they going?

Out to eat together

in Kevin's new car
that I got from impound.

Ah. Hey, sweetie pie.

What the hell is that?

It's beautiful, okay?

Hey, if, um...

If you're not too angry
about Kevin's car,

do you think we could
invite the Wyatts over
on the weekend?

I really like them,
and I... What?

There's something
I have to tell you.

I know they're really
the first couple
we kind of clicked with,

But, um...
What?

I arrested Tommy
this afternoon.

You arrested
the Fire Chief?

For what?

Arson.

What's funny?

Why is that funny?

You know why
their fries are so crisp?

They use this type of oil

that boils at
a much higher temperature
than most, so...

You again.
Sweet.

I can't resist
your tasty treats.

(UNDER BREATH)
Tasty treats.

Be cheaper if you
just asked me out.

(LAUGHS) Whoa.

I don't know, you don't
strike me as a cheap date.

Do you like movies?

Or music.

We could go to
a concert sometime.

Uh, I'm not
really available.

Oh.

I'll go get your order.

Thanks.

Why didn't you
just tell her?

I mean, she likes you.
She probably
wouldn't even care.

You gotta shut up now, okay?

We'll wait for the food,
and when she gives it to us,
we'll leave.

That's what's gonna
happen, understand?

( BACK IN THE HIGH LIFE AGAIN
PLAYING)

♪ It used to seem to me

♪ That my life
ran on too fast

♪ And I had to take it slowly

♪ Just to make
the good parts last

♪ But when you're born to run

♪ It's so hard
to just slow down

♪ So don't be surprised
to see me

♪ In the bright part of town

♪ And I'll be back
in the high life again

♪ All the doors
I closed one time

♪ Will open up again ♪