03x10 - The Collector

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[SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

[COUGHS]

[COUGHS]

Out drinking with the
boys again, eh, Lee?

You ought to be spending your
dough on healthier pastimes.

Like paying up your account.

I paid the loan, Joe.

What are you doing, Lee?

Two-grand interest on a
one-grand loan is out of line.

Next time you come around here,

you're gonna have to do a
little work for your money, Joe.

I will, Bristol.

You can count on it.

[ENGINE STARTS]

What is this, an
after-hours club?

HUTCH: Hey, Pop!

MOLLY: Hey, we're celebrating.

Hutch and Dave have
a three-day weekend.

HUTCH: I've been trying to get
my partner down here for a month.

He doesn't believe the
best hot pastrami in the world

is in my own neighborhood.

You made a believer of me.

How about some ice cream?
HUTCH: Hey, good idea.

MOLLY: Oh, we put some of
your old s on the jukebox.

Special occasion, okay?

HUTCH: Yeah, Molly was telling
me about your old band days.

I didn't know you played
with Scoot Jackson.

Oh, sure, sure.

But I never knew
I'd blow my lungs out

and wind up slicing pastrami

and living in a room that
smells of corned beef.

I tell you, I ought
to write a book.

Well, I'd buy it, Pop.

Don't say that until after
you've read the latest chapter.

Someday I'll tell
you all about it.

See you later, Pop.

Night, Pop!

[COUGHS]

[FLICKS LIGHT SWITCH ON AND OFF]

Well, bye-bye, then, Joe.

[MUFFLED g*nshots]

[BODY HITS FLOOR]

[WHISTLING]

[INDISTINCT SPEECH
OVER POLICE RADIO]

STARSKY: How did I know
Homicide was gonna call?

Told you not to answer
your phone this weekend.

I was sleeping. Thought
it was the alarm clock.

HUTCH: Well, there goes
our three-day weekend.

Excuse us, folks.

STARSKY: Hey! It's
your neighborhood.

MIKE: One of your
local cronies, Hutch.

Thought you might
wanna pick it up.

Well, there goes Joe.

Joe who?

Joe Garras. He's a collector.

Works for a loan
shark, Annie Oates.

He's got the local... Or he had
the local arm-break concession.

Coroner said about a.m.
Maid caught it this morning.

That the g*n? Mm-hm.

Dead piece. Forget it.

HUTCH: How about
his book? Find his book?

Which? Collections book.

No, nothing.

All we got is Playboys

and a closet full of
Penthouse magazines.

Joe always was a great lover.

Anything else?

The guy that did it
walks in and walks out.

Nobody seen him,
nobody heard him.

Three sh*ts. Had
to have a sil*ncer,

but even that ain't here.

g*n's empty, guy takes
his b*ll*ts home with him

when the game's over.

Yeah, and his collections book.

Right. He also took
the collection book.

Nice talking to you, Mike.

STARSKY: What do you think?

HUTCH: Well, either
one of Annie's customers

got tired of paying her

or she's found a
new collections agent.

[DOG BARKING]

You move another inch
and he'll rip your legs off.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

I, uh, can see that, ma'am.

Well, it certainly is a
beautiful dog you have there.

He certainly is!

What do you want?

Well, I just came
to tell you the news

about Mr. Joe Garras, ma'am.

Who the hell's he?

Well, I can certainly understand

you not wanting to
know a man like that,

but we better think of
something nice to say about him.

He d*ed last night.

sh*t down like a rabious dog

in his own hotel room, ma'am.

He was?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Thought you might want
to have his personal effects.

Brought you his collection book.

Ooh!

Come on up!

Watch them stairs, though, dear.

They ain't fixed yet.

Oh, well, thank you, ma'am.

That'd be fine, ma'am.

I'd like to come up
and visit, all right.

There's just one
strong consideration.

What's that?

That fine specimen of
a dog you have there.

[LAUGHS]

You like him, do you?

Well, uh...

"appreciation" is
more accurate, ma'am.

But I must say,
it... It's not mutual.

Well, suppose I tell
you that I'll chain him up.

But if you're packing a p*stol,
you gotta leave it down there.

Oh, well...

Yes, well...

That would be fine, ma'am.

Duvcha! Woo-woo!

Come to Mommy! Come to Mommy!

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on!

Mm-hm.

Okay, thanks.

Annie's listed in the phone
book as Isobel Catherine Oates,

but according to
the phone company,

her number was
disconnected five months ago.

You find the collection book?

No, but I got this -day
supply of racing forms.

Knowing Joe's
luck with the horses,

he was probably up
to his ears in debt.

Well, this is your turf.

Who's the book?

Giannino D'Apoliso,
alias John John the Apple.

Our kind of bookie,
know what I mean?

Don't walk on my car.

You think you might ask him
to sit down somewhere, ma'am?

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Baby!

Baby, baby!

He smells that
g*n you got, dear.

Makes him itchy.

I put the g*n on
the stairs, ma'am.

Well, you must have another one
somewhere, because he's itchy.

Oh, you mean that one!

Well, that one's strapped
to my leg, ma'am.

It's way down in my sock.
[DOG GROWLS MENACINGLY]

I'm really scared
of dogs, ma'am.

I know you are.

Why don't you sit
down somewhere?

Thank you, ma'am.

So you k*lled him, huh?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

He was playing the
horses and he was losing...

my money, not his!

So I had to call up a broker,

put a hit out on him.

Well, you don't have to
pay for the hit now, ma'am.

I didn't do it to get
paid for it, ma'am.

And I didn't do it through
your broker, either.

I just did it on my own, ma'am.

Yeah, I know what you did.

I'm telling you what I did

so you won't come
here and steal my money.

I know that's why you're here.

No, ma'am!

I just came here to
ask you for the book.

I'm a collector.

Mr. Joe Garras was
teaching me the business

before he d*ed, ma'am.

He said he never knew anybody
quite like me in his entire life

if you don't mind my saying it.

[LAUGHS]

Didn't do him much good.

But that's all right.
He had it coming.

Look, I tell you what
I'm gonna do here.

I'm gonna give you two
names out of this book

and we'll see how
you can handle it.

Would you be meaning
Mr. Bristol of the delicatessen

and Mr. Carroll of the
drinking lounge, ma'am?

Well, I certainly do.

I understand, uh,
Mr. Bristol has a little girl.

Apple of his eye, you might say.

[GIGGLES]

Go get me the money, dear.

Oh... Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, ma'am.

That's, uh, .

Okay. Thanks.

Hey, you the guy
they call "The Apple"?

Gian D'Apoliso.
What do you want?

You know the guy Joe Garras?

Okay, what about him?

Nothing.

He wants to lay a bet.

Horse called Muhla
Bull, fourth race.

What's the matter? Too late?

Tell him he's crazy.

Hey, come on!

That horse ain't got a
prayer, I'm telling you.

Hey, what am I gonna tell
him? He wants to bet, he bets.

All right, all right.

Go on, get out
of here. All right.

Hey, what are you
guys doing to me? Huh?

Cleaning up the
streets, John John.

You know bookmaking's illegal.

That's a nice way to
treat an old friend, Hutch.

Well, it's either you or
somebody else. Take your pick.

I'll take the other
guy. What's his name?

Joe Garras.

Okay, Joe Garras.
What about him?

I hear he's taking a
bath. Any truth to that?

All right, he's
having a bad time.

How bad?

He's going crazy. Yeah?

I took six grand off him
in the last two months

and I ain't his only book.

They're wringing him
out like a wet tissue.

Six grand?

He's looking for one
big horse to bail him out.

He's going crazy. I don't want
to take his money no more.

I wouldn't worry
about it anymore.

And I don't wanna
take your money, either.

Ah!

So long, Hutch.

Six thousand bucks?

Yeah, no collector in the
world makes that kind of money.

Maybe he used the
collection money.

Uh-uh. Annie's.

She's supposed to have this
fortune locked up under her bed.

I think Garras made
one big mistake.

His last one.

What do you think Annie's
gonna do about her loans now?

She's one greedy lady.

She'd rather lose her
breath than a buck.

She's probably got some
new dude out on the street now.

And her collectors collect.

Speaking of which,
where's my ?

You don't think I'd
misplace it, do you?

[WHISTLING]

Good day, miss.

Mr. Carroll, I
presume? Good day.

Mm-hm. What are you gonna have?

Well, a nice glass of
water, please. No ice.

Listen, big spender,

you want water, go find
a fountain in the park.

Ah, splendid idea!

But then, I wouldn't be
finding you in the park,

would I, Mr. Carroll?

What do you want
with me, Gunga Din?

I would like to talk to you
about your account, Mr. Carroll.

If you don't mind,
sir. What account?

The one you had
with Mr. Joe Garras.

Oh!

I'm the new man.
Jack Cunningham.

Pleased to do
business with you, sir.

Listen, do me a favor, okay?

Run home and tell
your pal Joe Garras

I got two guys waiting outside

with nothing to do but k*ll
him if he shows up here, okay?

Is that right,
then? That's right.

I'll be writing that down
in my book, then, won't I?

[WHISTLING SOFTLY]

Hey, Jack. Yes, sir?

If you're doing
some kind of number

with this writing routine, okay,

because you may have to
eat it before you hit the streets.

Well, as you wish, then.

I honestly hope nobody's in
your john right now, Mr. Carroll.

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Well, $ shall
bring your account

up to a current
status, Mr. Carroll, sir.

[DOG BARKING]

STARSKY: Nice dog. Nice dog.

Behave yourself.

ANNIE: Will you
stop fooling with him?

You're making him nervous.

Making him nervous!

HUTCH: Take it easy, partner.

ANNIE: So, sarge, you're
looking for Joe Garras, huh?

What did he do, split
up somebody's head?

No, we just sort of missed
him down at the station.

He has a parole
visit once a month.

You seen him?

No.

And if I did, it'd be too soon.

You know what that
drunken Irishman did?

He comes in here and he
broke up all my Waterford crystal!

Oh! That's a shame.

Mm.

HUTCH: We heard Joe

b*rned about grand
in the last four months.

STARSKY: Your
money, Annie, not his.

On that well-known theory

that one good win
wipes out his losses.

Tough luck.

He never got the win.

We got the corpse
at : this morning.

HUTCH: Best bet in the fourth?

Catherine Isobel
Oates, Miss Moneybags.

Isobel Catherine.

Otherwise known
as "Lil Old Annie."

Child star, age . Last
appearance years ago.

Well, Annie, looks like
we finally get a chance

to take you down that staircase.

Not with my eyes
open, you won't.

I got a doctor's certificate.

I got severe acrophobia!

Anything higher than
this divan and I go screwy!

We'll help.

If it's needed.

[DOG BARKING VICIOUSLY]

Where do you keep your
money these days, Annie?

[GASPS]

Well, that's a
good hunch, Hutch.

Under the bed?

You guys better get out of here

before he gets
hungry for cop bones!

That's a good idea.

Good chain. Good dog.

Be careful on the stairs, boys.

Hey, Dad. What's going on?

Oh, Hutch called for you.

What happened? I thought you
two were spending the day together.

Yeah, we were until
the station called

for a fast ID on a corpse.

I guess the fella
had a long name.

Did he leave a message?

No, just that he had to work

and said he'd
call you back later.

You want a sandwich?

No, I'm gonna go
back and shower.

Okay.

Good day, sir.

[COUGHS]

What can I do for you?

Well, a cup of coffee
would be nice, then.

Mm-hm.

And an egg salad sandwich,
if you can arrange it.

If it's fresh, that is.

Fresh? I just boiled
them a half an hour ago.

Coming right up.

That'll be fine, then.

[COUGHS]

Hey, you don't have to
come here. I'll serve it.

Oh, that's all right. I did
have to come here, sir.

What?

You knew the late
Joe Garras, I believe?

Yeah. So?

Well, I'm his able
replacement. Jack Cunningham.

Here's the money
for the sandwich.

Give it to one of the poor
bums out on the walk.

Oh, and the coffee too.

Well, I hear you have
a lovely daughter.

Named Molly, I believe.

That's a beautiful
name. Beautiful name.

Well, then, uh... wish
her the best of health.

Thank you, sir.

Good day, then.

I don't care what you two think

of somebody named
Catherine Elizabeth Oates.

No, it's Isobel Catherine.

I don't want a loan
shark, I want a homicide.

m*rder one in the first degree.

Captain, look, Garras
was using Annie's money

to chase a bunch of
three-legged horses around a track.

Now, if you know
anything about Annie,

you know that that is
grounds for m*rder one.

Captain, you
see, our bet is this:

If we get the loan shark,
we get the homicide.

And what does
the prosecutor get?

A case full of holes.

Oh, I'm sorry, captain.
I'll get that for you.

DOBEY: Garras
had a lot of enemies.

Anybody could have
put that hit out on him.

Okay, so we get
some more evidence.

At least give us the time

to put Annie on ice
till we get it, huh?

How you gonna do that?

Well, the best way
to get a loan shark

is probably to take
out a loan, huh?

Who do you know
that's qualified for a loan?

Well, Huggy's
got an honest face.

Besides that, he could use one.

Captain?

Uh-uh. Deal me out.

The last person I'd go
to for a loan is Annie.

Besides, I don't need the bread.

You're looking at the
new proprietor of this joint.

Where are the customers?

We ain't open yet.

It's only a little after

and my customers
are late-night people.

Yeah.

Very late.

Look, the point is this, Huggy.

You've gotta do it for us

because she won't
give us a loan.

Well, she's a smart
lady. Neither would I.

Come on, Huggy. Come on.

Look, the lady is
suffering from acrophobia.

What's acrophobia?
Fear of heights.

What we wanna do is
get her out on that landing

and then shake
her cage a little bit.

Look, it doesn't
have to be a big loan.

Just make it a small loan, huh?

Well, look at your place.

It could stand a little
redecoration, don't you think?

Yeah, but what am I gonna do

when the new
collector comes around?

What am I gonna use to
redecorate my face, huh?

What new collector?

Oh, you don't know
about the new guy, huh?

No.

Yeah, well,

if you happen to stop by
Frankie Carroll's lounge,

don't look for the
little boys' room.

It's spread all over
the neighborhood.

This dude doesn't kid around.

He left a plastic b*mb at
the end of a transistor radio.

Now you know why
I'm not down for a loan!

What's this new
collector's name?

Uh-uh! I just call him "Bad."

Huggy!

Try the Apple, okay?

STARSKY: John John?

Yeah, Joe Garras gave him

the drive-up window
concession two months ago.

Yeah, to pay off his debts.

Now you can get a newspaper

and a quickie
loan from Fat Annie

at percent, compounded daily.

We already tried the Apple.

Tell us about Frankie Carroll.

What's to tell?

He doesn't pay,
they blow him away.

And I'm not
talking figuratively.

I think we ought to go
visit Carroll's lounge.

Better you guys than me.

It's been a real pleasure, Hug.

And the feeling
has not been mutual.

Hey! What?

Feature the date on this.

What's that?

It's your liquor license.

Hmm!

It's expired.

Congratulations on your closing.

We'd like to pin
this guy, Mr. Carroll.

Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of this.

STARSKY: Oh,
that's a dumb answer.

Well, it's my answer!

You guys are not here
protecting my interest, you know.

A man can protect his...

You got a permit for that piece

or you wouldn't be
flashing it, would you?

I got a permit.

I got a permit when I met Joe.

If it's good enough for Joe,

it's good enough
for this new guy.

MOLLY: Hi, Pop!

Hi! Hi.

How you doing? Okay. Okay.

Yeah? You really okay?

Mm-hm.

Okay, just a couple of
things on my mind, that's all.

Like what?

Like, uh...

Like what a father doesn't
share with his daughter.

Personal.

Don't you have something to do?

I'll be in my room if
you feel like talking.

Well, good morning, ma'am!

You're looking
very lovely today!

Do you know what
time of day it is?

Oh, yes, ma'am. Uh...

:, ma'am.

I, uh... have some money for
you. $ from Mr. Carroll, ma'am.

But I took out my percent,
if you don't mind, ma'am,

and bought something
nice for Duvcha.

Oh, now, did you, now?

Yes, ma'am.

Nice leg of lamb.

Uh... I hope you
don't mind, ma'am.

But, uh...

I know he won't be eating
it without your permission.

Well, go on. Throw
it to him. Go on!

Well!

That's a pretty dog
you have there, ma'am.

Pretty dog!

He certainly is.

Come on up.

Come have some breakfast.

Be careful there on
those stairs though, dear.

Don't you break your leg!

[LAUGHS]

Oh, no, ma'am.

Thank you, ma'am!

It still sounds like
entrapment to me.

STARSKY: Not really.

It's from our office bakery.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Oh, guys!

Now, Minnie, you see,

you'll just be taking out a
small, street-corner loan.

Mmm.

Well, you see, it's the only
way that we're gonna find out

who this new collector is.

Minnie, it's your
chance for the big time.

You can forget about
being a meter maid.

I'm not a meter maid.

I am a traffic coordinator.

Oh. You know, there might
be a citation involved in this.

And a promotion.

And a raise in pay.

Right.

Um... Well, did you guys
clear this with Captain Dobey?

Well...

Not yet.

The weather is wrong
for your snow job, guys.

This is the last
piece of coffee cake

we're ever gonna share with you.

Molly, what are you doing here?

I came back into the
store and I saw my dad

and he was stuffing
something behind the counter.

And he saw me and he
got real upset and he just...

He ran out of the room.

So I went to look,
to see what it was,

and he had a g*n!

So I went to go to ask
him about, you know,

why he had a g*n and stuff,

and he said that it was
because he was, uh,

real upset about some
new kids in the neighborhood

and dr*gs and stuff and
housebreaking and everything.

But then he took the g*n
and he just stormed out of the...

He stormed out
of the house with it.

Um... I don't know.

I mean, like, I don't
know what's going on,

except I think I could take
a pretty good guess if...

Go ahead.

There's this, um...

My dad borrowed some money
from this guy named Joe Garras,

a whole year ago.

And he's still paying it back.

And every time he sees
this guy, he gets crazy.

Only, I never saw
him like this before.

Molly, it couldn't be Joe
Garras because he's dead.

It's gotta be the new
guy on the street, Starsk.

It's the guy we've been
trying to get the make on.

Molly, your old
man's in trouble.

Yeah, but the point is, what
are we gonna do about it?

Hey, hey. Uh...

Maybe Molly could help us.

Oh, no. Uh-uh.

Well, look. She goes on the
street, makes a small loan.

At least it'll give us a chance
to get a look at this guy.

No, not Molly.

What kind of choices do we got?

Molly's old man's
out on the street,

that crazy collector
is out on the street.

Nothing's gonna happen
to her. She's gonna be fine.

Look, a collector only gets
heavy when the loan is past due.

We're gonna get
him way before that.

Way before.

She'll wear a wig.

[LAUGHS]

Sure.

I'm kinda low this week anyway.

A blond wig?

I don't like blonds.

I mean, they gotta
do better next time.

Okay, thank you. Bye-bye.

That's cents.

Okay, thank you very much.

Don't forget your cane.

Here's your cane.

Excuse me, this
is not a library.

It's a losing proposition.

You wanna buy something,
I need it. All right?

Sorry. So am I.

Take a powder, will you?

Is there somebody
named Joe? Joe Garras?

He ain't here no more.

Try Santa Claus. Huh?

Please, Mr. D'Apoliso.

What do you need him for?

Well, uh... just wanna...

I just wanna talk
to him, you know?

It's kinda personal.

Yeah, I know.

Go home and blow your
brains out. It's easier.

Please, Mr. D'Apoliso.

Huh?

How much you need?

I need $.

You don't have to
do that no more...

Yeah, I do!

Look, my boyfriend can pay it.

He gets an allowance.

His father's a doctor.

We can pay it,
we just can't tell...

All right, all
right. Okay, okay.

I'm waiting for
a guy, all right?

Now, when he gets
here, I'll talk to him,

but it's gonna take a while.

So go on in the coffee
shop and wait for me, okay?

Go ahead. Go on. Thanks.

All right. Go on.

Okay. She passes the first move.

Boy, I hate doing this to Molly.

She'll be all right.

It's a piece of cake.

What could go wrong?

I don't know. It just
doesn't feel good.

Whatever goes
down, we're right here.

Yeah, and she's out there.

John, my friend!

Hey, what do you say,
Jack? How you doing?

Fine. What's happening
for today, then?

Uh, listen, I don't know.

He looks familiar.

HUTCH: He ought to.

That's John Gallagher,

alias Jack Cunningham.

And he's third on the
most-wanted hit parade.

Piece of cake, huh?

I guess we've got no choice.

We're stuck with it.

You mean Molly is.

Soon as he finishes
with Molly, let's collar him.

We do not.

You crazy? No.

But Gallagher or Cunningham
or whatever his name is,

he's not only crazy,
he's dangerous.

We make a move on him now,

he's liable to start sh**ting
up the street and Molly with it.

What's he doing
running down loans?

He's not a
nickel-and-dime collector.

You better believe it.

Maybe he's after Annie's stash.

Well, good day.

Hi.

Do you mind if I sit down, then?

[SIGHS]

John the Apple, Mr. D'Apoliso,

said you might want
to borrow some money.

Is that right, miss?

Yeah.

Ah, it's all right!

What's your name, then?

Heather.

Heather O'Brien.

Heather O'Brien? An
Irish girl? Well, that's fine!

Heather... I understand
you're pregnant.

Yeah.

Well, that's wonderful, then.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear
about the boyfriend.

Don't like the idea too much?

His dad don't.

Oh, too bad.

Too bad.

Ah, crazy people.

Heather, I know of a nice
place up in San Francisco.

Convent. Sisters of
Hope, where I was raised.

I could lend you the bucks
for the bus fare, if you want.

Oh, Heather!

You have beautiful eyes.

Beautiful eyes.

I can see the baby down
inside there, talking to you,

waiting for somebody
to stop and listen to him.

He is a him, you know.

Can you hear him?

Sometimes.

I hope his eyes
ain't too beautiful.

You know, I had that problem.

People used to come and pat
me on the forehead when I was .

Sister up there, uh,
uh... Theresa-Margaret,

she used to bang me
around nine times a day.

"Hey, Jack. All right, Jack.

"Now, take your hands
out of your pockets.

Tuck your shirt in, Jack."

Bang, bang. Bang in the
head, bang in the head.

All I did was smile.

Then my father,
he come, you know,

and found out I was up there
and took me away in a suitcase.

Didn't want me to be
an altar boy, you know?

Think you might want
to try the convent, then?

I don't know what to do.

Heather, my girl, don't...
Don't throw him away.

I'll give you the bus fare.

You don't even
have to send it back.

Look, I'll be his godfather.

Jack Cunningham. You
think you can remember it?

Aw, come on, girl.

Give us a smile, then.

Come on!

Come on, girl!

STARSKY: sh*t and k*lled
a man in Tucson a year ago.

k*lled another in
Phoenix last month.

Wanted for questioning
on known burglaries,

four counts of armed robbery.

FBI top ...

Okay. APBs all over the place.

DOBEY: And you
two didn't pick him up!

Well, Molly would have
been dead if we had.

Look, I'm all right now.

And for that I'm grateful.

What I'm worried
about is my father.

He's out there on the streets.

DOBEY: Oh, we picked him up.

He was severely intoxicated.
The call just came in.

Was he all right?

He will be.

You'll have to
excuse us now, Molly.

We have to find a k*ller
that's roaming the streets

because two of my
finest didn't pick him up!

We know where he is,
captain. He's at Annie's.

How do you know that?

Because he's no collector,
he's a k*ller. He's a heist.

There's only one thing he
wants from Annie: her money.

And she's got a whole trunk
full of the stuff under her mattress.

Now, I don't want you leaving
this room until we find the man.

DOBEY: Well,
stop talking about it

and get out there and find him!

I'll take care of Molly.

And if you let him go this time,
don't come back, you hear?

[SINGING WORDLESSLY]

[GROWLS]

Shh!

You know who that is!

That's our pretty new
country gentleman, Jack.

He won't bite you.

JACK: Good day, Miss Catherine!

It's Jack Cunningham!

Is it all right for me
to come up now?

Ooh, I think that would
be a splendid idea!

That's a pretty tacky
car for a bigtime hood.

Look at this. What?

How to win friends and
influence a dumb dog,

which Duvcha Khan is not.

Well, I never saw a dog
that could smell a g*n before.

Duvcha's the first one
I've met, aren't you, son?

Well, he can.

I taught him special myself.

You can call me Catherine
again if you want to.

I like it.

Ah, well. I don't like to
be too forward, ma'am.

Ah, then, Miss Catherine.

You've done your
hair up. It looks lovely.

Oh, thank you.

So nice to hear that, sometimes.

I don't hear the dog.

Maybe the three of them
are in the room together.

Think so? Maybe.

Look, I got a plan. What?

One of us is gonna
prowl around in that yard

and make some accidental noises.

Annie will send Duvcha
down here to investigate.

Zap! I grab Gallagher.

I don't like it.

Why not?

You know how I feel about dogs.

Oh. All right, then.
I got another plan.

What?

I'll prowl around in the yard,

you zap the dog with some
mace, that'll put him out for a while,

and we'll both grab Gallagher.

Better. I got a third idea.

Forget it.

You don't have to
be nervous, dear.

Did you ever have
a girlfriend before?

I didn't think you did!

Spent your whole life
singing in a choir, huh?

Yes, ma'am.

[BARKING LOUDLY]

Somebody's out there!

Duvcha!

k*ll!

Go on.

Go ahead!

It's all right.

It's all right now,
Miss Catherine.

Come on back in the room.

Everything will
be just fine now.

Duvcha?

Duvcha!

Duvcha!

Duvcha!

Duvcha!

[GASPS]

[SHRIEKS]

Duvcha!

[SCREAMS]

My ankles! They're broken!

I'd call that lucky.

How's Annie?

Acrophobia.

She's so scared of heights

we're gonna have to
peel her off the wall.

STARSKY: Not Gallagher
here. He's not afraid of anything.

My ankles! They're
causing me severe pain!

Yeah, well, I'd say that's
the least of your worries.

You know, getting drunk
was bad enough, Lee.

I didn't know what I was doing!

Hey, Dobey said that

you actually asked
a cop to help you.

Oh, that's not possible, is it?

I didn't know what
I was doing, Hutch!

You can say that again!

Be gentle, Molly!

Lee, tell us one more time.

Did you really lose
your g*n down a sewer?

And then ask a cop
to help you retrieve it?

And according to the cops,
he put up quite a struggle.

Never found your g*n, huh?

Ah! Mmm!

The alligators probably ate it.

You're a lucky man, Daddy.

Yeah, I know.

Here, let me do this.

LEE: And if there's ever
anything I can do for you guys,

I mean anything,
just call on me, huh?

Any time, anywhere.

Right.

I would like another
pastrami sandwich.

HUTCH: What's the matter, gordo?

You haven't even
eaten this one yet.

I know. You just put
mayonnaise all over my pastrami.

That's right. It's good.

Whoever had
mayonnaise with pastrami?

Mustard. Gordo would
like more pastrami.

With mustard.

You want mustard? Yeah.

All right.

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