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Do you remember Billy?

Billy Wayne.

He's dead.

Hey Paul on the side.

I don't know what's that night.

Two people were killed.

I'm missing Peyar.

So you figured Tessman.

He was with Billy the night he died.

He told him nothing.

You love this guy?

What the fuck?

I want you to act for break!

He could have killed you, but he didn't.

And nothing to do with Billy's death.

He's always been afraid.

I'll never change.

Yeah, yeah, it was the kid.

I don't like to be taken by...

anybody.

Once upon a time on a very dark night in the middle of a lonely forest,

there was this kid who was good at being in places where he shouldn't.

This time it was once too often.

His name was Billy Wayne, and somebody had hired

him to drive deep into the woods and make a pick up.

A giant pile of dirty money, one bag full.

They should be here any minute.

Billy and his wicked companion watched carefully as another

car came with men who wanted the bag full of riches.

It wasn't long before the men disappeared into the trees.

And then Billy's companion went after them.

Wait here!

After a while, yet another car came with the men who had the bag.

Billy's companion wanted it too.

So everyone was in for a great surprise, including Billy.

For out of the forest came a big bad double cross.

And Billy didn't live happily ever after.

It was one of

those days when I had to skip breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

The weekend games were coming and I needed to bone up on the point spreads.

Mike, Mr. Tessman's here.

Who?

Albert Tessman.

You made an appointment with him?

I did.

That's what I get for taking a lunch break.

Mr. Tessman, you can come in now.

Mr. Tessman, what can I do for you?

Where'd you get this?

In jail.

I'm just out six years on an extortion wrap.

So tell me about the knife.

You recognize it?

I gave it to a kid named Billy Wayne five or six years ago.

I was his counselor in the NYPD youth program.

He's giving it back.

He won't need it anymore.

It's dead.

What?

I died in the prison water Manhattan general six weeks ago.

I was the night man on the ward.

How did he die?

Let poisoning.

They took five bullets out of his body, two more they couldn't get.

What was he doing on the ward violation of probation felony car theft?

He knew he was dying.

I guess he was disposing of his last effects emptying his pockets.

He wanted me to give you the knife.

Did he give you anything else?

Not much.

This.

Who's the other kid?

His buddy, I guess he said his name was Frankie Dumont.

I'm supposed to bring it to him.

Did you get an address?

He hangs out at Pushy's.

Pull him on the lower east side.

Listen, would you mind if I delivered this?

Why not?

You'd probably get it them quicker than I would.

Where can I reach her?

You can't.

The only reason I'm here is I promise the kid I dropped these off.

I'll be cutting out.

Good luck.

My first stop was the pool hall where he had

one hung out with his buddy Frankie Dumont.

You looking for a game?

I would want to take your money, pal.

I'm looking for Frankie Dumont.

I don't guess we got a Frankie Dumont around here.

In fact, I've never heard of him.

That's too bad.

He's going to miss out.

Miss out?

On what?

Oh, nothing.

Small inheritance.

Frankie?

I thought you never heard of him.

You looking for

me?

You fine, you Dumont?

Yeah, who are you?

I'm a friend of Billy Wayne.

So?

He got hit.

He's dead.

What?

I thought maybe you might know who did it.

How should I know?

You were in his power, weren't you?

Me?

I barely knew him.

Billy wanted you to have this.

I don't want it.

Look at the picture, Frankie.

You guys were the two musketeers.

You would have known everything he was into.

What was he running bets in the back room just like you?

No.

He was smart in that.

He wouldn't do that.

What was he into?

What was he working for?

Look, I told you.

I don't know anything.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, what are you doing?

What are you running stuff, kid?

Listen, Billy trusted you.

You were one of the few friends he had.

All right, all right.

Just check out a lawyer named Leo Rapple.

Okay?

Okay, thanks.

Leave me nose plate.

I've known kids like this all my life.

I was there age.

I was one of them.

The times were more innocent then.

And so were we.

Sure, we got it in trouble.

We didn't have guns.

We didn't have drugs.

We didn't have crippling resentment.

If God knows what.

And a lot of us survived.

I would have bet Billy Wayne was a survivor too.

What happened to him?

Maybe Leo Rapple could tell me.

Yes.

Do you win?

Boy, that depends.

Who are you?

My name is Mike Haver.

Does he know you?

No, but I think it might be nice if we got it quite.

I don't suppose you have an appointment.

He doesn't like people just dropping in.

I understand, but this is important.

He'd be doing us both a big favor.

I hope so.

Mr. Hammer, here to see you.

Don't make an appointment.

Nice to be the same, Leo.

Shut the door on your way out.

Certainly.

Well...

You got my card.

Private Eye, I don't have to talk to you.

You don't have to do anything but die, pal.

But it might be nice if we exchanged a few words before you did.

All right, what do you want?

Kid on the right is Frankie DeMond.

Do you know the one on the left?

Who is he?

Name's Billy Wayne.

Name means nothing to me.

I understand he may have done some work for you.

Maybe a lot of kids work for me.

Runners and messengers, so what?

So we got himself into a lot of trouble and I

think you may have had something to do with it.

There's the door, Mr. Hammer.

Thanks for the appointment, Leo.

You've been a great help.

There was something about Raffle's secretary, Mendy,

that told me she wasn't just in his life from 9 to 5.

Leo didn't know it, but I was going to be in his life for a little while too.

What do you learn in my business is never tail a guy on the day he does his errands.

Leo decided to go to his bank, his laundry, the shoe repair shop,

and his tanning salon.

But I never mind a tour of the city, especially when it's one of those

beautiful Indian summer afternoons that made

the Indian sari they ever gave the place up.

Leo's sleazy little law practice must have paid off day.

He lived in the Gaylord Apartments, all of those ivory towers on Central Park South.

I wondered if his red included utilities and private bodyguards.

My next stop was the police precinct.

I was hoping Pat Chambers could tell me more about what

had happened to Billy in between slams to the mast.

Is that what we got, Mike?

Are you nuts?

My back still hurts in the last time.

I will take some information though.

Go ahead to the ballistics.

The sleazy kid gave him three different guns.

Any idea of firing him?

Nothing.

He gave himself a lot of trouble though.

Yeah, not on the auto staff.

It was on probation.

Come on.

Yeah,

the only people showed up in his trial was his mother's probation officer.

Went to lock the kid up in a special ward for his own protection.

My mother?

Any idea where I can find her?

Yeah, the evidence is on top of my desk.

In the office, go!

All right, don't worry about a thing, Powell.

I know a great chiropractor.

And he got to the side of us.

Oh, see you, fool!

Emily Wayne was Billy's mother.

I never met her, but I remember when he talked about her a lot.

She grew up in a rough section of Philly.

Got pregnant right out of high school.

A hit and run case, so Billy never knew his father was.

She tried to put Billy up for adoption, but she

caught a bad case of mother-in-law and kept it.

Her parents were dead and it was just the two of them.

So Emily had to work as a waitress during the

day and double-shifted the paper mill at night.

In the morning, she made Billy's breakfast, packed his lunch, and flooded

him with more caring than most kids get from an entire family.

Is Wayne?

Yes.

My name is Mike Hammer.

I'd like to talk to you about Billy.

You mind if I come in?

Like Hammer.

Billy talked about you.

He looked up to you.

I'm sorry about what happened.

I remember Billy from better times.

You're the one that gave him that knife he always carried around.

Right.

When I first met Billy, he was on his way down.

I never saw a kid turn himself around the way he did.

I was real proud of him.

Thank you.

Would you like to sit down?

Oh, thanks.

I guess his time went by.

He sort of slipped a little.

Oh, you mean the stolen car?

Look, that was his friend.

Who?

His so-called best friend.

Frankie de Mont?

You know him.

I met him.

Have you any idea of what happened?

How he may have gotten shot?

No.

In a way, it might have been my fault.

How so?

Well, Mr. Hammer, you see, I have arthritis and some mornings

Billy would see me just barely able to get out of bed.

It was very hard for him and he told me that he was going to take me out of the

city to someplace where there was sunshine and a drier climate.

So what you're saying is that whatever Billy was into,

he was trying to raise money to take care of you.

This is Wayne.

Billy was a nice kid and I liked it, but

there are lots of ways to get to raise money.

It's not your fault that he chose the one he did.

I suppose you're right.

I can tell you this.

Somebody talked him into it and I'm going to find out who.

Thank you, Mr. Hammer.

Hey!

Hey!

What's going on?

I was surprised to see Albert Testman there and I'm sure Testman was surprised

to see the man in the limo and his rambunctious boys.

Whoever they were, they were lodged in my memory.

License plate number 624CAFW.

Albert was hurt bad.

Better call the paramedics.

And the look on Emily's face was more than just casual concern.

Bonné!

How are you feeling?

Better.

Good.

You think your brain's been rattled around

enough to tell me what you were doing back there?

I was visiting Billy's mother.

You were going to leave town?

I wanted to see her first.

It was the least I could do for the kid.

How about the guys who put you in here?

You know who they were?

It's a crazy world.

People that take you for no reason these days.

So do seagulls, but they don't usually drive limousines.

Yeah.

That's a little very cool, isn't it?

How about the truth, Albert?

These guys obviously wanted you.

They didn't want just anybody walking down the streets.

And they wanted you alive.

They could have killed you, but they didn't.

I want to know why.

Think I thought?

He was just visiting Billy's mother, right?

That's right.

Well, I saw her face, pal.

When those gorillas were working you over, it was the expression

of somebody who knew you and somebody who cared about you.

We know each other.

I live there.

I live with her.

Why didn't you tell me that up front?

Would it have mattered?

There's nothing to do with Billy's death.

It was personal.

It still is.

I'm sorry you'll have to leave now.

You ever heard of a guy named Leo Raffle?

No.

There's an awful lot you don't know, Albert.

If something jars your memory, give me a call, huh?

You too.

Albert was lying through his teeth, but then his

teeth didn't seem to be too secure at the moment.

He may have been an ex-con, but was he still conning?

I was hoping Pat could fill me in.

You know who you're dealing with, Albert Testman?

I think it's Conman since PT Barnum.

I wouldn't believe a word he said.

Pat, he spent the last six years in the can.

You know, he's been doing those last six years, trying

to figure out who he's going to rip off when he gets out.

I would watch yourself.

Did you get anything on Billy Wayne?

Something you might find interesting.

The night the kid got hit, we picked up two bodies deep in the woods.

Any idea who they were?

Runners, mob men.

We figured it was a drug rip off.

Somebody tried to cut in.

There's no connection to what happened to the kid,

but it's quite a coincidence, wouldn't you say?

Yeah.

What about Leo Raffle?

Sometimes shies you to the mob, low level.

Meaning what?

Return to the suit, ambulance chaser, whiplash cases.

I guess the mob has got the same problems as the rest of America, huh?

Yeah, but their solutions are a lot different.

Listen, if Leo Raffle wanted to come into a lot of money, how would he do it?

Beats me, he's got some interest in the junkyard chicken fee.

What's your pal?

All right, Hammer, what's your involvement with Dutch Greybird?

Dutch Greybird?

I pulled his finger out of a dyke.

What are you talking about?

Who's Dutch Greybird?

He's one of the big boys in the mob.

Someone we've been trying to put behind bars for about 10 years.

Without much success, I might add.

And suddenly out of nowhere, you run a check on his license plate.

I don't get it.

Where do you come in, Hammer?

Hey, Larry, I saw his limo run a red light and

thought it was my responsibility to report it, huh?

If you have information leading to the indictment of this man, and you withhold

this information, I'll have you drawn and quoted in Times Square.

What does it matter with you?

Keep him away from the coffee machine.

His entire life needs to be decapitated.

The license plate check confirmed that the mobster, Dutch Greybird, was the same man

in the limo whose goons attacked testament.

Did he have anything to do with Billy's death?

The mob service.

Nice work, let's keep the chain.

Thanks!

Easy boys.

You got more guts than brains, Greaseball.

Mike Hammer, private investigator, didn't you know this Greaseball?

I know what I'm looking at it.

I don't like my food messed with.

I make a note.

So, what do you want?

You tried to waste somebody that I'm dealing with, a man named Albert Tessman.

Never heard of him.

I was there, pal, I saw you.

Yeah, I never saw you before in my life.

What do you want to make a deal?

I don't make deals, but I do specialize in curiosity.

Out in the woods that night, how much did you lose in that payoff?

Look, two people were killed.

A missing payoff and no information.

I'm Billy Wayne can't help you, he's stone cold dead.

So you figured Tessman, he was with Billy the night he died.

You figured he might have told him something,

but that's where you had it wrong, Greber.

He told him nothing.

Let's put it another way.

Somebody else found out about that payoff.

Maybe somebody in your own organization.

Bottom line, Dutch Greber gets taken.

Hey, it happens all the time.

That's terribly rude, those are my good shoes.

Throw this garbage out of here.

I was getting tired of rolling downstairs with these guys.

I was beginning to feel like a tumbleweed, but I had nobody to blame with myself.

I'll be in touch.

I had broken one of those ironclad rules I learned so early in life.

Don't go into the bird cage if you don't want guano on your shoes.

But one other thing I'd come away with.

Greber's reaction proved I was right about the night Billy got killed.

It was a payoff that got intercepted.

And somebody had left Billy to take the heat.

And I was gonna find out who.

It's me, Mindy.

I work for Leo.

Can I come in?

Sure.

How'd you find me?

Uh, somebody at your office named Velma.

Velma?

Yeah.

How'd you get that?

Uh, I walked into a door.

A door named Leo?

Look, I just came to tell you that you're on the wrong track.

Of what?

If you think Leo had anything to do with what happened to that kid.

You mean Billy Wayne?

Yeah.

It's enough.

What can you tell me about it?

Only the Leo had nothing to do with it.

How do you know?

I saw it in the papers and we were in Las Vegas when it happened.

Me and Leo.

Are you sure about the date?

You can check the hotel register.

It was sort of like a honeymoon.

You're married to it?

No, not exactly.

I said sort of.

And he sort of likes to slap you around.

Maybe you're just protecting him.

Why would I do that?

Good question.

Anyway, I just came to ask you to leave him alone.

You love this guy?

What's love?

Well, it isn't getting your face bashed in

unless you happen to like that sort of thing.

In any event, Leo's in for some hard time.

So if I was able to find him, so will Draper.

You better get out while you can still smile.

Goodbye, Mr. Hammer.

Did Mindy really want me to believe Leo Raffle

was out of town the night Billy got killed?

She wasn't very convincing.

And something told me that other lives were in danger.

I had to find out more about Raffle.

And Frankie Dumont was a good place to start.

Hey, Poshine.

Want to talk to Frankie?

Frankie hasn't been around much.

Where can I find him?

Anybody got any questions?

Any idea where this guy can find Frankie?

Too bad.

Seems like nobody knows.

Now, why don't you take a walk?

Pressure is bad for my feet.

Want to shoot some poo?

I want you to get the hell out of here.

And I want you to lack for Frankie!

Now where is Frankie?

Come on boys.

That's he's been quiet for a couple of days and it's not like her.

She's just dying open up.

Anybody want to hear her sing?

Frankie.

Fuller Street.

Second house in the corner.

Thanks, Poshine.

Eight ball on the side.

That was growing up.

I spent a lot of time at pool halls and they always brought back memories.

My first cigarette, the first fist in my face.

My own thunder break at the night I ran 98 balls.

Some good buddies.

Some still alive.

A thrill of a 1958 exhibition game between Willy Moscone and Minnesota Fats.

The sign above the chalk rack that read, Don't worry.

With your fluck out of school, you'll still have a trade.

And the guys that believed it.

Frankie Dumont wouldn't be hanging around pool halls anymore.

He'd just be hanging around.

Uh...

Some kind of suicide, all right.

First the kid ties his own hands and feet.

Tied enough to make deep cuts and wrists and ankles.

Then he hanged himself.

Then he unties himself and throws his things aside.

Yeah, pretty sloppy.

Whoever killed him certainly wasn't a pro.

If you get an idea.

My guess is Leo Raffle.

He's a lawyer.

He kills people with bills, not ropes.

Why am I?

Right now it's just a hunt.

Why don't you let me in on your little hunch

before somebody else ends up in a body bag.

Well, I got something else.

Do you want to know?

Take the Jets and lay the points.

Oh, Brian, it's very hot.

See you later.

Except when they play Miami or the Rams.

It was time to reconnect with Albert Tesman.

So I doubled back to the hospital.

I was surprised to find it wasn't just his sheets that had been changed.

Are you a doctor?

No.

Well, in that case, I'm ready for my examination.

I don't suppose you know what happened to the man who was in this bed yesterday.

Yeah.

I wish he was still here.

I'm so bored.

Oh, if you're looking for Mr. Tesman, he discharged himself a few hours ago.

Thanks.

Nurse, this lady has an emergency.

She needs a roommate right away.

Mr. Herman.

His name?

Is Albert Tesman here?

No, he's not.

You know he checked himself out of the hospital.

Yes.

I think he was afraid of something.

Maybe the goons would put him there in the first place.

He's always been afraid.

And he's always run.

He'll never change.

He's run from you before.

It's his style.

Well, don't you think it's about time he changed his style?

Help it, Mr. Hammer.

Why should I help him?

He tried to con me from the first moment I met him.

He saw his opportunity to get his hands on a big payoff and he went for it.

Until he discovered he was in way over his head.

He never gave a damn about Billy.

You're wrong, Mr. Hammer.

Am I?

Billy was his son.

Albert didn't know himself until Billy got shot.

You never told him?

Who would it have helped?

Not Billy.

Not Albert.

He's not the kind of man who can face responsibility.

So Billy never knew.

Mrs. Wayne, where is Albert?

Billy deserved a lot better than this, Albert.

Who knows, maybe you could have given it to him.

I never knew he was my son until after he was dead.

What did it make a difference?

Could you really handle being a father?

I never had the chance it's a tough world, sure it's a tough world.

And the best way to live it is to be even stronger.

That's something you might have taught, Billy.

Well, that's too late.

For him?

Not too late for you.

It's not too late for Emily.

Emily.

You should have seen her when she was younger.

Slim, straight, the dancer's body, when she moved people watched.

She loved me.

She still does?

Look, Albert, you've spent most of your life running away from things.

You've got a choice now.

You can either keep running or you can stop and face reality.

What can I do?

For a start, you can file a complaint against

graver for putting that lump on your head.

Simple as salt.

You do that and I guarantee you that'll hold

him in so fast he won't even know what hit him.

It's still risky.

I gotta tell you, everything in me says run.

It's up to you, pal.

Albert Tessman couldn't keep running.

If I hadn't stopped him, something else was bound to.

I always knew that someday I'd be lying in the cemetery.

Only I figured it would be less painful and more permanent.

It seemed that Dutch graver had struck again.

But this time he'd gotten a testament along with the piece of my skull.

So, what do you want?

Sorry to interrupt your meal, graver.

It's hard to know when you're in between.

Alright, inside the closet.

Keep her hands here, self-boys.

I'd offer you something but you can see there isn't enough.

Yeah, I notice.

So, graver, where's Tessman?

I'll forget it, Hammer.

I haven't got him.

We're both a little late getting to the hospital.

Why should I believe you?

I don't care what you believe one way or the other.

I'll tell you this much.

If I had this guy, Tessman, and I thought he knew something.

I'd have squeezed him like a dried out prune by now.

I'll tell you something else.

What was taken from me is mine.

I got people, and I got serious intent.

So, don't get in my way anymore.

I'll get out of here, Greaseball.

Any good?

Yeah, so... Bon Appetit.

There's an expression which says, eat it today, wear it tomorrow.

Well, Greaseball graver was already wearing his dinner, but I was sure that

wouldn't keep him from eating it, too.

I realized that Grever knew who nabbed Albert Testman.

He was the same man who took his bag of money, and set up

Billy Wayne on that fateful night for a ride to the morgue.

A dishonorable, real, raffle, and squire.

I'm so glad it's you.

You think I got here a little too late?

Oh, he's been feeling a little about sorts like that.

He's gonna feel a lot worse than that when I get a hold of him.

Where is he?

I don't know.

No, don't go.

Leo's really not a bad guy.

It's just that he has these temper tantrums.

That's all.

Come on, maybe.

What is it with you?

He said, we might get married in the spring.

Well, why would you want to do that, even if he wasn't lying?

God, I hate him.

That'd be a better reason to get married, if the chance they could even with him.

Where do I find him?

Down at his junkyard.

Does he test me with him?

I don't know who test me he is.

I don't know anything about anything.

Maybe I was better off.

No, wait.

I'm going with you.

No, you're not.

Yes, I am.

There's a side gate at the junkyard.

I know the combination.

All right, let's go.

Menly seem to have a lot going for her.

But it was tough to figure out why she'd stick with a guy who'd beat her up.

I guess every psychiatrist would give you a different answer.

And all of them would probably be wrong.

I've killed a few women when I've had to, but I've never hit one.

And I don't care much for any guy who has.

But there comes a time when every man was paid for his sins.

Menly could rest assured, and so could Billy Wayne.

But Leo Raffon was about to pay for his.

And he's about to be a child.

Hey, this is in a trailer.

Just keep on going that way and you'll come to me.

Okay, now here's what I want you to do.

Find a telephone, call the police, ask for Captain Pat Chambers.

Tell him I'm here.

I don't know what you're doing.

Just be careful, okay?

Oh.

Oh, I thought you went dead.

I'm going to worry about you too, pal.

Where's Leo?

Getting ready to take a buried treasure.

Then he was figuring out and burying me.

Let's move.

Let's not.

Here on A&E.

Leo Raffon was one of those guys you wouldn't want to buy a used car family.

Especially when they took their last Sunday's flapjack.

But maybe you'd change your mind if you knew the thousands of dollars.

We're hidden inside.

If Leo took care of Albert Kessman in me, he

wanted to dig out the car that had his money.

I didn't care much about the dog.

He belonged to Dutch Graver.

It was dirty.

All I cared about was a pledge I'd made over a little red pocket knife.

To see Billy Wayne's killer's six feet under.

I'm a little slow, Albert.

I think I'm beginning to get the picture.

Good.

You can fill me in.

It all started with Billy's good friend Frankie.

What do you mean?

Frankie worked for Leo.

Did I have jobs for him?

He got a piece of information about a payoff.

Graver?

Exactly.

Pay off the Dutch Graver.

He found out about it.

He came running the Leo and told him the news about making some easy money.

He said all you have to do is intercept the delivery before it gets the Dutch Graver.

Yeah.

He was sure.

And Leo was so grateful that he got Frankie in for a piece.

One condition.

Right.

A condition being that Frankie had to supply the driver.

Somebody who was willing to take Graver's heat, somebody who could act as a decoy.

Billy.

He never had a chance.

He was dead the moment Frankie brought him to Leo.

Two minutes you'll have to loot and it's all over.

Finally come for his money.

All right, cover me.

Leo was determined not to let him get it.

What are you doing?

Whatever's in that safe I owe it to Billy.

I'm not even without it.

Okay, pal, you're on your own.

Leo should have taught his boys not to play with guns.

They were shooting and dying like they'd seen too many B-Gangs towards us.

Now I felt like I was watching one too.

Take it easy, Dutch.

This wasn't my fault.

Who was it, Greaseball?

The kid?

Yeah, yeah, it was the kids.

He came to me with some kind of crazy idea.

I knew it wouldn't work.

You know, I got to hand it to your Greaseball.

You're smart.

If the kid drives the car, take the heat.

Well, you take off with my money.

No, no, wait a minute, Dutch.

Nobody took off with your money.

Here it is.

It's all there.

You can count it.

I haven't touched it.

Now, wait, Dutch, you don't have to do that.

We can work this thing out.

You know what, Scheister?

I don't like to be taken by anybody.

No, nobody's taken you, Dutch.

Least of all, a Greaseball like you.

Well, look, I said this is a mistake.

I'll do anything.

I'll make it.

I must admit, I wasn't sorry to see Leo Ramford go.

But he wasn't the only one payable for Billy Wayne's death.

And I wasn't going to stop until the whole account was closed.

The odds were against me, but I had a way to beat him.

There was only one exit out of the junkyard,

and they'd have to go through me to get there.

I was

sure the big bang didn't bother Dutch.

He was used to hot cars.

Testman looked like he'd been through hell.

He almost made a return trip.

So long, Greaseball.

You all right?

Yeah, okay.

How'd you do in there?

Not bad, not bad.

I think I better get out of here before the gentleman of Blue arrived.

Good idea.

So, so it seems like they killed Billy Wayne?

He'll Leo Raffle.

Same gun, same color.

The late Dutch Greber.

What happened to Albert Testman?

He ran off again.

This time he took somebody with him.

Billy Wayne's mother.

He's on his honeymoon.

You're kidding.

Where are they?

Out of the Bahamas.

She likes warm climate and he came into some money.

We don't think that inheritance had anything

to do with the safe of the junkyard, do you?

Wouldn't you ever get a wild idea like that?

Speaking of wild ideas, I know.

Don't say it with the games over here.

Do you have an appointment?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.

In that case, let's dance.

It was a good feeling to know that Billy Wayne's

troubled spirit had finally been laid to rest.

As for me, I could rest tomorrow.

Tonight, my spirit was heading for the clouds.

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