04x17 - Champagne On Ice

[bunniefuu]

I’ll be right back, baby.

Hurry back, baby.

Whoa! Whoa!

Sex, money and m*rder--

they’re a real thrill

but riding those waves
is scary to do.

You never know when there are
rocks under the waves

or sharks in the water

circling, ready to chew up
all your well-laid plans.

I can’t make up my mind.

Rita, if you were me

which would you pick,
mono hull or cat?

I’m envious enough
you’re going on vacation--

don’t rub it in.

Come on, I’m not.

Which one,
the mono hull or the cat?

Want my real opinion? Neither.

That’s not what I asked.

Trust me, Chris.

Sailing is
way too much work, right?

You’re going to St. Bart’s
with Gillian to relax.

So, my advice:

You fry on the beach by day and
you compare tan lines at night.

Rita?

The Knowlton autopsy.

Oh, good.

I was here anyway

so I saved you a trip.

Keesha, what do you think?

Mono or cat?

You got an opinion,
or am I flying solo?

Oh, don’t ask me about sailing.

When you’ve had
a night like mine

a choice in hulls
is not priority.

Though I am partial
to monos myself.

What’s wrong? Are you sick?

Not me, my little girl.

Poor thing feels like dog meat.

Oh, poor baby.

What’s wrong with her?

The pediatrician calls it
the Caribbean flu.

But it’s more like the oobe flu.

The oobe flu?

"Open on both ends."

Oh...

I know.

I was up all night.

She wakes up to tell me
she’s sick

and before she can say it,
whoosh, she hurls all over.

That’s a lovely picture.

One I’d rather not see.

I’ve planned this fantasy
vacation for months

and would rather not have those
images clouding my thoughts

so, could you...?

Fine, miss out

on the joys of parenthood.

See if I care.

Yeah, Sergeant Lance.

Okay, we’re on our way.

Where?

From the royal palm motel.

About minutes from here

and I’m off in ten.

Of course, if you need me...

Oh, no, really, go on, have fun.

I’ll stay behind
and muddle through somehow.

I knew you would understand.

Keesha.

See you later.

Caribbean fantasy vacation,
here I come.

Thanks.

You okay?

Do I look okay?

Maybe I’ll get lucky
and slip into a coma.

So, who’s our customer?

Yeah, male Caucasian, to .

The manager said a woman
paid cash for the room.

Get this-- desk clerk
described her

as blonde, five-five
and very well endowed.

Color of eyes they can’t recall

but when it comes to bust size

they never forget.

So, anybody hear anything?

Not a peep.

This has sil*ncer
written all over it.

Excuse us.

Thank you.

That certainly
kicks it up a league.

Yeah, and nixes a hooker role.

Not many girls out there

carry that kind of hardware.

Well...

He’s all yours, keesha.

Hmm.

Snowbird by the looks of him.

He’s probably about five-ten...

to ...

Um, got scars at the appendix

and right knee areas.

There’s another lesion here

where a tattoo
was probably removed.

Decent-looking guy
except for that.

He’s soft!

You’d think a man would wise up

and spend time working out
every other day.

Yeah, well, this guy
can forget the gym.

He won’t be hard ever again.

Looks like he took three sh*ts.

Heavy-caliber at close range.

I’m guessing . , nine-mil

by the amount of displacement.

One in the chest
and two in the abdomen.

Huh... somebody
had an a* to grind.

What about the woman?

Long blonde hair.

Any I.D.?

Nope, his wallet is gone.

Listen, I need to get his prints

before you take him off,
all right?

So, what time

did he check out?

: , maybe : .

Liver temp will narrow it down.

Keesha, does this look

worn to you?

Yeah.

What about this?

No.

There’s oil on here.

Interesting choice
of underarm deodorant.

No, I mean g*n oil.

I think this guy carried a g*n.

Cop?

Yeah, maybe.

New York City transit authority.

What did I tell you? Snowbird.

So, what we have

is one dead, g*n-toting
New York City subway rider.

That should narrow it down.

Right, so you had no fares

matching
that description at all?

So when does he get in?

Okay, please have him
call me when he gets in.

Mm-hmm, Sergeant Lance.

Rita Lance.

Yeah, thanks. Bye.

So, your mysterious
subway rider.

His name is banning.

Jerry banning.

They I.D.’d his prints
in New York.

He’s a cop?

No, a P.I.

Worked for a ritzy
investigative outfit--

meridian security.

What was he doing down here?

Nobody knows.

His agency didn’t even know.

The head of the company
is flying down here.

No cab company I’ve called
remembers

anyone fitting Banning’s
description that night.

Stay with it.

Once his boss gets here,
we’ll know more.

Mmm, thanks.

Help yourself.

Ha-ha, thank you.

Ha-ha!

Paradise!

Four years

I’ve been planning this vacation

and it’s everything
I could have imagined.

What first?

I don’t know.

We could snorkel, windsurf.

You know what? We’ll sail.

I’ve been thinking about this.

Let’s go catamaran.

Hey, slow down.

You don’t like to sail?

That’s okay, you’d
probably get seasick.

We can forget sailing.

No, I love to sail.

We just don’t have
to do it all right now.

Right.

We’ve got a week.

A whole incredible week.

And besides

you are going to have
to conserve your energy

because, you see

I have my own plans
for this vacation.

Oh.

Well, maybe I should let you

make all our vacation plans.

Good boy.

You just put yourself
in my hands.

Any luck?

Um, yeah, cap.

I found out

banning was staying

at the sea ridge motel
for weeks.

How’d you track him there
without a plastic trail?

The cab company
that drove him that night.

Unfortunately, whole place
was wiped clean.

Somebody’s awful sensitive
about banning being down here.

Certainly seems that way.

But he did make
lots of phone calls...

All right, good.

You need any help,
you let me know.

Okay. Thanks, cap.

I’m Tony Morella.

Meridian security.

Aha.

You must be Sergeant Lance.

Do you always make such
a flowery entrance, Mr. Morella?

No, only

when there’s
a beautiful woman involved.

That’s sweet.

And I thought chivalry was dead.

No, no.

So, you’re here
about Jerry banning?

Yeah, yeah, Jerry was
an operative of mine.

He was a good man, sergeant.

We’ll miss him a lot.

Do you know
what he was doing here?

I haven’t got a clue.

I figured
you might shed some light.

It’s not only
the great personal loss

it’s the company liability
that concerns me.

Hey, buddy!
I told you

a hundred times,
I’m allergic to roses!

Yet, you toss them

like some damn wood nymph!

Harry Lipschitz!

You were so sick

all the time
I figured you’d be dead now.

Not a chance, Morella.

I’ll be sneezing on your grave.

I know you will, you...

Oh, my god, Harry!

Rita!

I want you meet my old friend,
champagne Tony Morella.

We used to work together

at N.Y.P.D.

This man--
he’s a legend at the th.

The champion moonlighter
of all time.

Hey, Tony, you remember
the tow trucks?

I offered you a piece
of the action, didn’t I?

It’s not my fault you said no.

Still working the angles.

You’re in the P.I. Game now?

After I retired
I missed the action--

you know, that juice you get
from working the streets.

Tony, you were the best.

Nobody could take
a piece-of-dung case like you

and spin it into pure silk.

Except for this one, Harry.

What? I got nothing.

I’m out of my territory.

Jerry was a good kid, Harry.

I’d consider it a favor

if you let me in
on anything you got.

I don’t know
that we can share that.

Loosen up, Lance, he’s family.

He was on the job for years.

You can tell him anything.

Well, really, the only
significant lead we have

is motel phone logs.

We had nine calls on his bill.

Six were
to the Hamilton industries.

Some lasted

as long as minutes.

The data-processing
Hamilton industries?

Yeah, that’s the one.

There were two to the residence

of the owner of that company,
Kenneth Hamilton

and a number in New York.

It’s a machine
with a woman’s voice.

I thought maybe
it was the girlfriend.

Did he have one?

One? He had dozens.

But he kept that private
from everyone

including me.

You do good work,
Sergeant Lance.

Thank you.

Harry, how about dinner tonight?

You’re on.

I’m Sergeant Lance,
Palm Beach Police Department.

I’ll tell Mrs. Hamilton
you’re here.

You have discriminating
taste, sergeant...

Lance.

It’s a very expensive painting.

Art background?

Uh, yeah, a little.

Well, it shows.

So, how can I help you?

A man named Jerry banning

was found m*rder*d
at the royal shore motel

two days ago.

Phone records show he made
two calls to this number.

Both lasted about five minutes.

I don’t know a Mr. Banning.

And as far as the phone goes,
I don’t answer it.

Well, who does?

Henry, my houseman.

He logs calls we don’t pick up.

You could talk to him.

That would be great.

Henry?

Here, follow me.

Henry, do you recall
a Mr. Banning calling

in the last few days?

A Mr. Jerry banning.

That name is not
familiar to me, madam.

Are you sure?

Oh, very sure.

Could Mr. Hamilton
have answered the phone?

Absolutely not.

I screen all of his calls.

Thank you, Henry.

Madam.

Who covers for Henry

on his day off?

Oh, we have a service.

Is Mr. Hamilton around?

No, he’s out of town.

He’ll be back in a few days.

I’ll have him give you a call.

That would be great.

Here’s my card.

He can reach me at that number.

And I’ll just show myself out.

This is Keesha’s fault.

She gave this to me.

Oh, relax, honey.

You have got
an old-fashioned stomach flu.

I’m sorry for screwing
this vacation up.

Don’t say that.

It’s not your fault.

There’s no sense
in both of us being cooped up.

Hit the beach

I’ll be fine.

You sure?

Yeah, it’s your vacation, too.

Well, if you really don’t mind,
I would like to get some sun.

Actually, I’d prefer
you didn’t see me like this.

I don’t want
to see myself like this.

Go on.

Oh.

Mmm.

I’ll check in
on you later, okay?

Yup, see you.

Oh, man.

Here it is.

Oh, sure, Jerry banning.

The guy from New York.

He was applying for a job.

In your department?

Yes, he came
from a security background.

Anything else
you can tell us about him?

I spoke to him on the phone.

Interviewed him once.

Nice guy, very qualified.

We probably would have hired
him, but he never followed up.

There’s a good reason for that.

He’s dead.

Harry.

Huh?

I can see why
you moved down here.

The weather alone is worth it.

Please, Harry,
tell me you’re not miserable.

Oh, it’s not so bad.

You know, we made a life here.

Us, plus the half of New York
that’s moved here.

Oh, we figured out what
your boy Jerry was doing here.

What?

He was job-hunting.

You’re crazy.

Your Mr. Banning
was looking to move up.

Like where?

Hamilton industries.

Nah.

Lance and I were
there this morning.

They were going to hire him.

Some P.I. You are.

One of your best operatives
is looking for a job

and you don’t have a clue.

Oh, Harry, you know,
you got a point.

The company’s gotten so big

I can’t even handle it
alone anymore.

Harry, how would you like
to come work for me?

What, are you kidding
with me, Tony?

A lot of my work is down here.

You can head up
the southern branch of meridian

right here in palm beach.

I can’t think
of a better man for it.

You write your own ticket.

I’ll double your salary.

Full pension, medical, perks.

Come on, Tony, take it easy,
will you?

My head is spinning here.

Come on,
it’ll be like old times.

We’ll have a ball.

What do you say?

It sounds terrific.

I don’t know, Tony,
I don’t know.

You think it over.

Talk it over with Fran.

Will you do that?

Yeah.

Salute.

L’chayim.

You know that...
That spot on me?

It’s itching again.

I want you to scratch it.

What’s the matter, baby?

Don’t you want me?

I got a lot on my mind.

You’re worried about the police.

They haven’t got a clue.

Then why are they
sniffing around?

It’s their job to ask questions.

Banning was looking for a job.

You were going to give him one.

End of story.

Servants.

Gone, I gave them the day off.

Do you ever think

we might have bitten off
more than we can chew?

There isn’t anything...

That I can’t...

Chew.

Mr. Hamilton?

Hi, I’m Sergeant Lance.

That just goes to show you
how old-fashioned I am.

I was expecting a man.

Are you disappointed?

Not at all.

I’ve learned to appreciate

the pleasant surprises

life has to offer.

Now, what can I do for you?

I wanted to ask you
a few questions.

I came by,
but you were out of town.

Seattle.
I got back just last night.

I keep saying I’ll cut back
on my travel

but I never do.

Old habits die hard, you know.

Yeah.

So...

What was it you wanted
to ask me, sergeant... Lance?

Yes. Do you know a man
named Jerry banning?

No, should I?

Well, he was
a private investigator

who was being considered

for a security job
with your company.

Why the past tense, sergeant?

He was m*rder*d.

I was hoping you could tell me

something about him.

That’s terrible.

But, no, I... I...
I can’t be of help there.

My chief of security
would know-- Dan Tarr.

Have you spoken to him?

Yes, but I wanted
to speak with you.

Banning made phone calls
to this house.

Neither your wife nor Henry
remember receiving them

so that leaves you.

He called here?

He spoke to someone
for several minutes each time.

Well, I can assure you,
it wasn’t me.

I’ll have to, uh, look into it.

Well, I’m... I’m sorry
I couldn’t have been more help.

Oh, I, uh...
I appreciate your time.

This is for you.

It’s called double delight.

I sense it’s appropriate
in your case.

Oh... thank you.

You’ve been quite
a pleasant surprise yourself.

Sergeant Lance.

I didn’t know you were here.

Um, actually, I’m just
getting ready to leave.

Mr. Hamilton.

Mrs. Hamilton.

Honey, is everything all right?

Everything is... fine.

Just fine.

Oh, you poor thing,
you look awful.

Actually, I feel much better.

Gave up praying for death
a couple of hours ago.

Now I’m content
just to hang on in misery.

Can I do anything for you?

No.

Nice to know you were
thinking about me.

What do you mean?

What do you mean what do I mean?

You know exactly what I mean.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Okay, out with it.

What’s bothering you?

Nothing.

You know, nothing important.

Chris, I know you
better than that.

When you say that,
it’s important.

I saw you talking
to that muscle head

and I was wondering
if you were...

If I was... what?

Attracted to that guy.

Oh, god.

You are so cute.

Well, I don’t feel
so cute right now.

Oh... the answer is no.

I love you

and only you.

Besides, the guy has
the I.Q. Of broccoli.

Well, in that case, I...

I think I’ll...
Um... go to the restroom.

Hey, what was that?

Keesha, you okay?

Ah.

Next time, leave the seat down

and it won’t hit you
on the head.

Listen, I got to go.

You take care. Bye.

Cap, I think I got something.

I pulled the phone records

on the Hamilton estate.

There were a lot
of outgoing calls

at Dan Tarr’s house.

Hamilton’s security chief.

The one and only.

A lot of calls made
very late at night.

You think Hamilton
and Tarr might be...

High probability.

What’s the connection
to banning?

Maybe the New York number
he called from the hotel.

The lady on
the answering machine.

I got a name back
from the reverse directory.

Rae Washburne.

I tried to call,
but she’s not there.

Maybe she’s a client
of Banning’s.

I’ll ask Tony
if the name rings a bell.

Okay.

Cap?

You seem preoccupied.

Is everything okay?

No, no... I’m fine.

Come in my office for a minute.

Rita, I need your advice

but you got to promise me
it’s strictly confidential.

Sure, what’s up?

Tony wants me to run

an office of his company
down here for him.

Twice the bucks, perks,
the whole works.

Wow.

So, that’s a good thing, right?

Yeah... I suppose.

I talked to Frannie

and she said she’d back me
either way.

So, so what’s the problem, then?

I don’t know.

It’d be tough
to start over again.

You know, new people, new faces.

We’d hate to see you go, cap.

But if the money
is that much better

I’m sure you’d adjust.

Oh, yeah,
there’s no question about that.

It’s... it’s the people here.

The chemistry, you know--
it’s special.

Look, Rita,
I may not show this, but...

I actually look forward
to coming to work every day.

To know I’m going
to see my friends

you and Chris.

No amount of money

can ever guarantee me
that again.

We’d really hate
to see you go, cap.

So... what would you do
if you were me?

Would you go with him
or stay here?

What kept you?

I’ve been waiting forever.

The old man kept me over

to discuss the security team

on the new building.

The guy never stops.

I don’t know how he
keeps it up at his age.

Well, what he can’t do,
you do for him.

That’s why you’re here, right?

Mmm.

Huh... yes.

Should we go to the stateroom?

No, right here is just fine.

Mmm.

Oh, yes.

Well, well, well...

Isn’t this a lovely sight?

Who the hell are you?
What...

Ah, be careful.

We wouldn’t want to have
a silly accident.

I have something I think
will interest you.

Who are you and
what do you want?

Well, who I am isn’t important--

well, except to mention
that Jerry banning

was an associate of mine.

I don’t mind if I do.

Oh, that’s good.

What I want is $ million.

That’s a bargain
when you consider

what I have to offer you
in return.

What is this crap?

Shut up, Dan.

And what would that be?

So, you’re the smart one, huh?

I figured it was you.

I’m flattered.

Now, what are you pitching?

Your husband’s only offspring.

Now, I think the old man

would be tickled to death
to learn he has a real live heir

to leave all of his billions to.

Don’t you?

Oh, just in case junior here

has some crazy ideas

I took out a little
insurance policy on myself.

Now, in the event
of my untimely death

my office has been notified

to deliver those pictures
to your husband and his lawyers.

But I’m betting that you’re
a reasonable woman, aren’t you?

How am I supposed to get
that kind of money?

I think you can get
anything you want

but, uh, that’s not my problem.

It’ll have to be
in installments.

Oh, I think we could figure out
a reasonable... payment plan.

That’s what I love
about champagne.

It goes with just about
any kind of celebration.

So, cap...

Did you ask Tony?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

He never heard of Rae Washburne.

Anything on your end?

I tried to check her out
with N.Y.P.D.

But nobody would give me
the time of day.

Nice town you come from, cap.

Bite your tongue.

It’s heaven to me.

Listen, uh, I think
I need to go up there

and do the legwork myself.

That’s way out of jurisdiction.

The department
wouldn’t go for that.

They would if you approve it.

I had no idea.

Is he going to be all right?

Don’t worry about Jerry.

He’s strong as a bull.

He’ll be laid up for a while

but he’ll be fine.

In the meantime,
he asked me to let you know

that I’ll be
taking over the case.

I’m so happy you called.

I was convinced
he had abandoned me.

Jerry? No.

Jerry’s an old pro.

He’d stick with this case
even if it k*lled him.

So, is it true what he
said about my father?

That he’s alive
here in palm beach?

Oh, sure-- well, % sure.

We’re waiting for information.

One more source
and we’ll be certain.

Now, until then...

I want you to sit tight
and wait for my call.

I can’t believe it.

After all these years.

I’m so happy.

Oh, you don’t know
how much this means to me.

I can’t thank you enough.

You already have, my dear.

You already have.

$ million should
keep this guy quiet.

Lauren, are you listening to me?

He’s going
to come back for more.

I’m not going to let
some goombah in a designer suit

blow this deal for us.

You said no one would get hurt.

m*rder wasn’t part of the deal.

Nothing is for free, baby.

You, me, $ million.

Don’t you think
that’s worth a few bodies?

Right now

your body’s the one I want.

You want me and the money

you have to k*ll them.

All right, Lauren.

This is it.

I’ll k*ll Morella
and the girl for you.

And you’re mine forever.

But never again.

Sure, I hear her phone
ring all the time

but I don’t answer it.

We have separate lines,
answering machines.

I’m sure she’ll call you
when she comes back.

Actually, I can’t wait
that long.

I need to get back
to palm beach.

What’s so funny?

That’s where she is, palm beach.

What is she doing there?

Something about finding
her birth father.

Rae’s real mother
gave her up at birth.

So when her adopted mother d*ed

she went on this quest
to find her real father.

She’s obsessed with it.

And she hired herself a private
investigator to help her.

Yeah, this guy banning
leaves a message

says he’s in palm beach
and he’s found her real father.

And then nothing.

So she went to palm beach
to look for him.

You have any idea
where she’s staying?

Beats me.

I haven’t heard from her.

Why? Is she all right?

Uh, I don’t know.

Is there any way I can help?

Yeah, um...

Do you have any idea
if she had a credit card?

You look stunning.

You think he’ll like it?

I think he’ll love it.

Shall we?

Hey, cap.

My trip to New York paid off.

That credit card bill check
showed that Rae Washburne

charged a round-trip ticket
to palm beach a week ago.

She is currently checked
into the vista hotel.

Did you try calling?

Yeah, but no one’s there.

You think
she might be in danger?

If Lauren and Tarr
k*lled banning

stands to reason they’re
going to go after her, too.

I was afraid you’d say that.

Here’s something, cap.

It’s a letter from banning.

He says he’ll be able to verify

if her father lives here
within a week.

Oh, no.

Tony.

He was playing me all along
and I was too stupid to see it.

The friendship, the job--

he was playing me
like a damn fiddle.

I’m sorry.

Not half as sorry as I am.

Excuse me, sir.

It’s Sergeant Lance.

She says it’s very important.

Thank you, Henry.

How can I help you,
Sergeant Lance?

I was wondering
if you could tell me

where I could reach your wife?

I believe she’s out on the boat.

Is she with Dan Tarr?

Yes, Tarr always goes along
to help with the boat.

I feel safer with him there.

Where do you dock your boat?

At the sea wall Marina,
that’s slip .

Why? Is there a problem?

Hello?

I lost him, cap.

We know where we have to go.

Is something wrong, sir?

I don’t know.

Bring the car around for me,
Henry, would you?

Certainly.

You didn’t say anything
about meeting him here.

Your father wanted it
to be a surprise.

Are we meeting him at his boat?

You’ll see.

Oh, god, we are, aren’t we?

Is that the surprise?

Sure... that’s
the surprise.

Mr. Banning mentioned that
the man owned a big yacht.

Your father’s loaded,
that’s for sure.

I hope he knows I’m not
interested in his money.

I just want to get to know him.

There they are.

Start the engines.

Come on, let’s go.

I’ll get his attention.

You go around behind.

Please slow down.

Come on, let’s go.

You’re hurting me.

I said move!

Tony!

You let her go.

Harry, I was going to call you.

I was taking the lady
to meet her father.

Save it, Tony.

Let her go, and you move away.

I’m afraid not, Harry.

Come on, it’s
all finished, Tony.

She’s an innocent party
in all of this.

Stay back, Harry

or the top of her head
comes off.

Tarr!

Let’s get the hell out of here.

I’ll get the lines.

What are you going to do,
a fugitive at your age?

No money, no place to go.

It would just be
a matter of time, Tony.

The only way is
if you cut me a deal.

Cut me a deal, Harry

or the girl dies.

Wouldn’t be smart, Tony.

You k*ll her,
you got nothing to bargain with.

Come on, hey, you’re slipping.

Don’t play with me, Harry.

I don’t like that.

Hey, Harry...

I’ll give you the other two

then you and me--

we can cut ourselves a deal.

Can’t do it, Tony.

No deal.

Big mistake, Harry.

I don’t think so, Tony.

Stay behind the boat!

Harry...

Harry, maybe we can
work something out.

Shut your mouth,
you son of a bitch

or I’ll shut it for you.

Dan!

Dan, come on.

Don’t move!

Turn around.

Put your hands behind your back.

Rita!

Mr. Hamilton, look,
I’m really sorry.

There’s no fool like
an old fool, Sergeant Lance.

I knew about Lauren in my heart.

I just didn’t want
to believe it.

Well, you’re a nice man.

You deserve better.

No, I’m too old
for another romance.

But are you too old for love?

I have someone
I’d like you to meet.

Mr. Hamilton

this is Rae Washburne,
your daughter.

Rae, this is Kenneth Hamilton.

Uh...

I know this is a shock.

Do you think
we could go someplace and talk?

Yeah, let’s do that.

I envy them.

Cap, you all right?

No.

One of my idols
just bit the dust.

Why don’t I drive you home, huh?

No, thanks.

I need to be alone.

Well, hey, there, partner.

Welcome back to civilization.

Did you have a good time?

Terrific.

You got the postcards?

I was surprised
you had time to write

with all the sailing, surfing

snorkeling, all that.

Yep, go, go, go, the whole time.

Go, go, go...

You sly dog.

You got in all your
sporting activities

without ever leaving
your hotel room

which explains your lack
of a suntan, am I right?

You know me too well, cap.

Interesting, I just got off
the phone with Gillian

and she said the same thing.

That it was go, go, go,
all week long.

There were a couple of moments
I thought I was going to die.

That good, huh?

Sure.

All those tropical breezes

and the fruit drinks, huh?

They push the libido
to uncharted regions.

I had the flu, okay?

You can both laugh now.

I’ve never been so sick
in my entire life.

I spent my entire vacation
worshiping the porcelain throne.

I must have caught it
from keesha.

I knew that I would get
no sympathy from you two.

We care, Lorenzo.

We care deeply.

Right.

Don’t we, Rita?

We feel terrible,
don’t we, Rita?

Yeah, cap, we do.

We feel absolutely...

Terrible.

I got to run.

Hey, don’t worry.

It’ll go away in about a week.

Wait a minute.

If you caught it
from Rita and keesha

that means
that somewhere out there

there’s a flu bug
with my name on it.

I got to call Frannie.

He who laughs last...

Oh, this isn’t fair.

There is no justice.

None.