Tucker's Witch (1982) s01e07 Episode Script
Dye Job
(Multicom Jingle) (mysterious music) - See, Charlie? You should've come to me first.
You're good at what you do, you'd have to be to find me.
Charlie Hedge, my first private detective.
You, uh, you just relax.
Close your eyes, lover.
Lie back.
Then you think real good thoughts, and you let Sarah make you sing.
(intense music) (mysterious music) (upbeat music) - It's in the left-hand pocket of your corduroy jacket.
- Ah, thanks.
What's in the left-hand pocket of my corduroy jacket? - Your car keys.
- (chuckles) Great.
I love you.
Thanks.
Boy, you were up early today.
- I had a bad dream.
I dreamed that you had a meeting, and, uh, there was a horse.
- That's funny, I had that same dream.
I had a meeting with Leo.
- Your bookie? - Yeah.
- No, no, no, the man I saw you with here had hair, definitely had hair.
Rick, it was really a weird dream.
(mysterious music) There was a fountain, and children sailing boats, (scoffs) and you playing football.
- Right, split end, great pair of hands.
- And there was someone else, watching you, I couldn't see.
And I saw you were in danger.
- Fun dream, sugar.
- Hi.
- Morning.
- Hi.
- Uh, Rick? - Mm-hmm? - Amanda tells me you have a client named Justin St.
Peter? - Right, hairdresser to the stars, we're supposed to meet him in, uh, 20 minutes.
- Oh, well, uh, would you ask him if he knows Evelyn Hooper? - Your friend? - Yes.
She claimed she had an affair with him.
(Amanda laughs) - With Justin St.
Peter? - Yes.
(chuckles) Well, she wears it like a badge of honor, she says that he not only made her look beautiful on the outside, but that he Ah, oh.
- Are you almost ready, honey? We're gonna be late.
- Look, how do I know why somebody wants to kill me? I'm kind, I'm considerate, do me a favor, come by Christmas, see what I give to.
I give to United Way, I give to Boy Scouts.
- Easy, Justin, easy.
- Look, I'm a lover, I'm not a fighter, okay? It's gotta be a crazy world here if somebody wants to kill a guy like me.
- It's a crazy world.
- Yeah, well, look, Justin, how do you know this isn't a death threat from some wacko? - Please, folks, we're talking about a professional contract here.
Somebody's put a price on my head.
- How do you know about a professional contract? - (sighs) I got this friend, Eddie, from South Philly, we grew up together.
- Well, how does Eddie know? - He knows, okay? This is crazy, I wouldn't hurt anybody.
- Justin, how does he know? - He knows, take my word for it, okay? - Thanks, Justin, goodbye.
- Uh, okay, alright, look, Eddie's a nice guy, okay? He even put his brother through medical school.
He also happens to be in the rackets.
- The nice rackets? - Why don't you hire some meat, a couple of bodyguards? - What, are you nuts? You can't put a couple of goons in St.
Peter's Salon, ladies would freak.
I run a class operation, plants, foot massages, I even put in a steam room.
- How do we do this? - Well, we can't let him out of our sight.
- He'll have to live with us.
- Hold it.
- Yeah, that'll take care of the nights.
- What are you, what are you talking about nights? - What about the days? (blow dryer runs) - Valerie, this is you, honey, I don't want you to touch a thing, okay? Leave it just this way for me, please? Okay.
(Justin kisses Valerie) Hi.
Gloria, did you lose weight? I think you're taking off too much.
- No, I gained five pounds, you big phony.
(Justin kisses Gloria) - Hi, Carrie, you back from Corfu already? - Mm-hmm.
- Honey, I can't improve on this, you look terrific.
- Boy, that Justin sure is some hunk, isn't he? - First day, kid? - Yes.
Yes, I hope I don't get soap in your eyes.
- No, I mean Justin.
You look like a nice kid, don't end up as another notch on his belt.
- Notch? How many notches does he have? (chuckles) - With Justin, you don't count the notches, you count the belts.
(mysterious music) - Eddie? - You Tucker? - Yeah.
- Good to meet you.
- How you doing? - What's the matter, somebody follow you? - No, my wife had a dream, don't ask.
Eddie, thanks for coming.
- Yeah, it's my pleasure.
You know, Lenny's a good friend of mine.
- Lenny? - Oh, that's right.
(chuckles) Justin, Justin, uh, when we used to live in South Philly growing up together, his name used to be Lenny DeAngelo.
(Rick chuckles) Hey, you tell him this pays him back for the pistachio nuts, he'll understand.
- Pistachio nuts? - Right.
- Got it.
Uh, Justin said Lenny said that you, um-- - Got connections, okay? Connections.
- Okay.
What about this contract? - Some civilian shopped one around, I told the creep to take his business elsewhere.
- You met him? - Nah, not the main guy, just his buyer, some local lowlife.
- You get a name? - Hey, he didn't leave his calling card.
I'll tell you what, you give me some pictures, who knows, maybe I'll, uh, maybe I'll spot him.
(mysterious music) Hey, you okay? - Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, now we're, uh, we're talking about money here, now how much? 10 grand? - Try 50 big ones.
- 50 grand? For a hairdresser? Ooh, talk about inflation.
What kind of a special hit you get for 50 grand, what do they do, gift-wrap him? (Eddie chuckles) - Hey, you don't get a hit, pal, for $50,000, you get natural causes.
You also get no loose ends, no cops, a real neat, perfect package.
Word is this is a freelance account, somebody real special.
(wheels roll on pavement) (mysterious music) Hey, you okay? Hey, what's the matter with you? Huh? Hey, I gotta take off, you tell Lenny I said hello.
- Great, Eddie, listen, dreams can come true, um, watch your back.
- Hey, thanks a lot, I appreciate it.
- Yeah, me too.
- You tell Lenny I said hi.
- Alright, ladies, keep your eye on the temperature gauge, and have a very good time.
- Hey, boy, am I glad to see you.
- No.
- What's the matter? I'll be right back, okay? Hang on.
Come on.
I missed you, Melissa.
- I missed you too.
- So what do you say we take the boat out and leave the world behind, okay? - Justin, I can't see you tomorrow night.
(muffled speech) - I can't, I want to, but I can't.
(muffled speech) (chime) (Justin closes door) (chime) (Justin closes door) - [Melissa.]
Justin, I don't like to be crowded.
(chime) - Do I look like a crowd? (closes door) (muffled speech) Oh come on, it's not like that at all.
- Justin, it's over.
I'm sorry, it's just over.
(door closes) (Justin closes door) - Justin-- - Oh, I'm sorry.
- Who is she? - She's just a girl.
- Contact Ledderal at the FBI and Russo at Interpol.
- There go the phone bills.
- Yeah, splurge, I want names, MOs, everything you can get me on professional assassins who command $50,000.
- Anything else? - Yes, pastrami sandwich, french fries, and a piece of cheesecake.
- From Interpol? - No, try the deli first, Interpol makes lousy fries.
- Oh, Dave Arbuck called from the Private Investigators Association.
He's collecting for a wreath, Charlie Hedge died, was a heart attack.
- Charlie Hedge was 40 years old.
- Executives go every day from overwork.
- Overwork was not one of his problems.
Not one of your nicer guys, Charlie.
- Scratch the wreath? - No, no, uh, send him a check.
God, heart attack, 40 years old.
Uh, cancel the pastrami, make it a fruit salad.
(Amanda sighs) - You've got to tell us about those women.
- I can't violate the privacy of a client relationship.
- Justin, you're a hairdresser, not a shrink.
- Rick, you're a guy, I can't just hand over my address book, how is that gonna make me look? - Well, think of how you'll look if you don't, soft organ music in the background, lots of flowers everywhere, beautiful women crying.
- Smearing their makeup.
- Now this is classified information, you sure you need it? - If what I saw today is any indication, half the husbands in Beverly Hills have reason to murder you.
What about that girl that you took to your office today? She seemed to upset you.
- Yeah, Melissa Franklin.
She, uh Yeah, well, I, we had a thing.
I thought we had a thing.
I wanted a thing, but she didn't want a thing, so it's nothing.
- I'll check out her thing.
- Yeah, whatever you want.
Meanwhile, I'm going back to playing the field.
- Well, let's talk about the field.
(Justin sighs) - Okay, what do you need? - Okay, let's take it from the top.
Donna Alworth? - Donna Alworth (chuckles) is a very sweet girl.
Likes tennis, bridge, she cheats at both.
- Uh, Ruby Alvarez? - No involvement, we just dance.
- Candy Bigelow? - Candy Bigelow? - Do you know her? - Well, yeah.
Well, I used to.
It was before we met.
- Charming girl.
Is she built or what? (Justin chuckles) - Well, go ahead, honey, tell him, was she built or what? (Rick scoffs) (phone rings) - I'll get it.
- Stay put.
(phone rings) Hello.
- Hey, yeah, this is Eddie.
Hey, you know that guy that wanted to buy a hit? Well, his picture's in the paper.
He woke up dead this morning.
His name's Charlie Hedge.
- Charlie Hedge? Maybe it wasn't a heart attack.
- Yeah, right.
Hey, listen, uh, I've been sniffing around, I got a couple ideas about Charlie's employer.
That park we was in, you wanna meet me there in about a half an hour? Okay, great, I'll see ya.
Uh, yeah, I gotta go meet a friend, I hope you don't mind.
- No problem, lover.
(mysterious music) Such a beautiful night.
Let's walk? - I think that's a great idea.
Hey, you know what? - Hmm? - I'm very happy that you and I met, you know why? - Why? - 'Cause I think you're a very nice lady.
(woman chuckles) It's true, it's true.
- Hey, Eddie? Eddie? (gun fires) (intense music) (fires gun) (fires gun) (car screeches tires) - He really looked out for me, why? - He said it was for the pistachio nuts? - He tell you about that? - Huh-uh.
- That goes back to high school.
See, Eddie was always in trouble, juvie hall, that kinda stuff, and one day, we got caught rifling some pistachio nut machines.
(Rick chuckles) Eddie would have gone to a home because of his record, so I took the rap.
(Dickens purrs) - Rick, I'm getting something, dangerous.
- Yeah, I know, honey, I was there.
My wife and the cat, they have this thing.
- That's cool, I like cats.
- There's fog, lots of fog, and it's dangerous.
- You killed two people, neither of whom is the one you're being paid for.
Are you rehearsing or what? - I'm covering the trail that leads to you, lover.
Charlie Hedge was sloppy.
- He was good enough to find you.
He was good enough to find out about Melissa and the hairdresser.
- But the point is not to get caught.
- Are you going to kill half the people in Los Angeles? This is getting complicated.
- Very complicated.
The target knows about the contract.
He's gone to ground and got himself some cover.
- I want that hairdresser dead! - And I want more money.
The price has doubled.
- Very well.
When? - Soon.
Have one of your messengers deliver this.
- Codename Shark, political hits only, Codename Wizard, high explosives, Codename Spike, hypodermic needle.
- Shark, Wizard, Spike - Sounds like some guys I went to high school with.
- There must be 25 names here, how do we find out which one it is? - Through guts, determination, and solid detective work.
- Yeah, I don't know either.
- There you go, Mrs.
Preston, squeaky clean.
- This just came for you.
- Thanks, hon.
(mysterious music) - Justin, where's Joann? - Oh, she didn't show up today, so I found a temporary replacement.
This is Sarah, our new manicurist, okay? - Hi.
- Hi.
- [Doorman.]
Melissa Franklin is not at home.
- That's probably why she didn't answer the bell, huh? - Probably.
(Rick chuckles) - Say, maybe you can help me.
I'm her brother from out of town, and, uh, well, we haven't heard from her in a long time, and we wanna know what's going on in her life.
We come from a close family.
- What do you want to know about your sister? - Well, does she live alone, does she have a boyfriend or anybody? - Well, there are a couple of guys hanging around.
- Yeah? What do they look like? - One wears designer jeans and looks like a movie actor.
- Ah, anybody else? - Yeah, another guy who drives one of those DeLoreans.
- Get a license number? - License numbers are not in my job description.
But what's with this bird? You're the second fellow who's been asking about her.
- What's the first guy look like? - Well, he's 40ish, thin, looks as though he sleeps in a sewer.
- Drive an old Dodge? - Yeah.
He hasn't been around for a couple of days, do you know him? - I used to.
Thanks.
- Yeah.
Alright, Muffin, come on! - You, uh, have a nice lunch, huh, Boss? - Yeah, you too, Sarah.
- Justin, pick up.
- Yeah, what? Oh, that's great, that's just great.
How soon can you fix it? Cedric, amigo, two weeks, you can do better than that, I need the boat this weekend.
Okay, alright, thanks.
- What's the problem? - Oh, it's the engine on my boat, something about the oil cooler, it overheats, it needs a complete overhaul.
You see, I thought we'd all go for a little cruise this weekend.
Who knows, maybe I'd bring along a little company.
Now I can't even take it outta harbor.
- Justin, can we talk? - Yeah, sure, go back in my office, I'll be there in a minute.
- [Sarah.]
Hi, Boss.
- What's the problem? - A flat tire.
God, what a drag.
- You need a lift? Where you gotta go? - Well, I was thinking about trying that new salad bar, unless maybe you have a better idea for lunch? - Sorry, I can't now.
- Okay, well, I'll take a lift, and a rain check.
- Hop in.
- Uh, just let me get my purse, hmm? (mysterious music) - Where's Justin? He told me to wait in his office.
- He just left.
(Justin starts car) (intense music) - Justin! (chime) (chime) I just wanted to catch you so I could hand in my resignation.
Hi.
Way to go for the first day.
- Look, I know we made an agreement, but this is really important.
- Her? - No, Melissa, I'll be fine, I just gotta see her, alright? - Fine, it's your choice.
Get your butt inside or I'm off your case.
- Look, something came up, okay? Uh, take my car and have a nice hour.
- Jesse, gosh, it's good to see you're still trying to shove truth, justice, and the American way down the throat of the criminal horde.
- Just trying to stay afloat.
(Rick chuckles) You look like a man with a mission yourself.
- Charlie Hedge.
- (sighs) Speaking of your criminal hordes.
- Mm-hmm, past tense.
- True, true.
He certainly gave your profession a bad name.
- Ooh, yeah.
The coroner said that you hadn't closed the book on it yet? - And what is your interest in that? - Well, it might have something to do with a case I'm working on.
Did his heart attack him? - No, the coroner found a small puncture at the base of the neck, hypodermic needle.
- Hypo? - Does that mean something to you? - Let me take a stab at this.
He wasn't poisoned, he died of a pulmonary embolism? - How did you do that? - It's just a lucky guess.
Look, could you get me a look at his personal effects? Look, I'll tell you everything I know.
It's for old times' sake.
- (scoffs) We haven't had any old times, yet.
- My, uh, next appointment isn't til four, I hope you don't mind if I crash in here? - No, go ahead, crash.
- Thanks.
- How was your salad? - The lettuce was wilted.
(chuckles) - You're a very pretty lady.
I wish I knew more about you.
- Well, I can fix that.
What's your favorite hotel? - The Wilcox.
(Sarah picks up phone) 555-7800.
(Sarah dials number) - Hello.
This is Sarah DeWitt, I'd like to reserve a room for this evening.
For two.
- No.
- Please, just a couple of hours.
- Boy, do you push.
- Okay, forget it, just forget it.
Can I see you for a minute, please? - Excuse me, Mrs.
Higgins, I'll be right back.
(phone rings) - Look, I have needs, okay? - Fine, take a cold shower.
- With all this tension and pressure, I'm liable to explode, do you understand that at all? - Yeah, I understand.
Just tell us where to send the body.
- Call for you, Justin.
- Excuse me, thanks.
Yeah? Yeah, Melissa, hi.
Look, no, I called to tell you that I got your note, but I couldn't make it.
Yeah, that's right.
What do you mean you didn't send a note? (mysterious music) Melissa? Melissa? - Why, you look beautiful, darling.
(exhales sharply) Oh, how I love this car.
But it's a car for the young, too bad the young can so rarely afford a car designed just for them.
Does it make me appear young, like your hairdresser? - I've stopped seeing him.
- Yes, but you think about him, and that's just not good.
- I can't control my thoughts.
You can't either.
- I can live with that.
(starts car) - You called, Master? - Yeah.
Look, Sarah, I'm not gonna be able to make it tonight, alright? - Aha, so you have something going with, uh, Miss Shampoo? - No, you got that all wrong.
- Then, uh, what's the problem? - Don't do that, okay? - Okay.
I guess you've cooled.
- No, it's got nothing to do with you.
I've just got a little trouble, that's all, and Amanda's helping me out.
She's a private detective.
(dramatic music) - Justin, you almost ready? - A few minutes more.
- Very funny, Justin! Justin? Justin! Justin! Somebody! - [Justin.]
Rick, what are you doing here? - [Rick.]
I think we might be on the track of something.
- [Justin.]
Oh, really? - Where's Amanda? - Uh, she's in the back cleaning up.
Listen, if she ever gets tired of being a detective, she's got a job here anytime, she's great.
(Rick chuckles) - Hey, - What? - is this herbal shampoo, is this any good? I mean, they say that it prevents baldness.
- Come here.
Was your mother's father bald? - Uh, yeah.
- Well, then you're gonna be bald.
- Oh, thanks.
It helps to talk to a professional, huh? (Justin chuckles) How long you been here alone? - Uh, about five minutes.
- Amanda? Amanda? Stay with me.
- Yeah, right.
(mysterious music) - Amanda? - Rick.
- Oh, baby, oh, you're okay.
Yeah.
- Boy, I'll never eat steamed clams again.
Dickens, you were right, the steam was the fog.
- Mm, nice going, Dickens.
Next time, could you be just a little bit more specific, huh? (Amanda chuckles) (Rick sighs) Eddie Gibson, Charlie Hedge, you know, I get the feeling there's a hawk circling overhead and every time it gets hungry, boom, we lose another rabbit.
- Yeah.
Well, this rabbit's real glad to be home safe with you.
Oh, don't stop, it feels great.
- You know, one of the possibles on that Interpol list kills with a hypo.
- Spike.
- Right.
And Charlie was killed the same way.
Now, I don't buy that as a coincidence.
And Eddie was killed because he could identify Charlie.
- And Charlie was killed because he could identify the man who hired him.
- Right, Spike sure is thorough.
- Did you get anything from Charlie's effects? - Yeah, his appointment book, he'd managed to get away from all that smalltime divorce work and squeezed in several trips to Crayton Aviation.
- Sounds a little highbrow for Charlie.
Don't they have their own security people? - Yeah, that's why I wanna check 'em out.
I also wanna track down the DeLorean dealers.
Maybe I can find the other man in Melissa's life.
(Amanda sighs) - Rick? - Hmm? - Someone tried to kill me tonight.
Spike knows who I am.
- I know.
- Well, you know, really, I'm very honored, you have no idea how difficult it is to get an appointment with you.
- Well, from now on, you just pick up a phone and you go right to the top of the list, okay? - Well, thank you.
Do you, uh, do you know, um, Evelyn Hooper? - Yeah.
- Oh.
- Listen, I wanna thank you for dinner, hmm, and everything, I love being here.
I love that kitchen too, it's very nice, it's warm.
- Yes, well, I always say that the kitchen is the most important room in the house.
It's the source of nourishment.
- In my house, it's the hot tub.
(Ellen chuckles) - Did you, uh, did you ever think about having a family? - Well, for a while there, I really thought I found the right girl, but it just didn't work out.
- Well, there are lots of right girls.
- I know, I know, that's my problem, I love 'em all.
You know, there's something beautiful in every woman.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Like you, you're very beautiful.
- Oh, please.
(scoffs) - No, come on, look, take a look.
Ellen, you got great bones, a pretty nose, and you radiate, Ellen, you radiate.
- I radiate? - Mm-hmm.
- I do? - Yeah.
- Really, I radiate? (Justin chuckles) (mysterious music) - (chuckles) Guess I'm running a little late today.
- Well, that happens.
- Well, I guess I better go get in somebody's hair.
- Codename Spike, all victims male.
- Justin sure fits that category.
- Ages 30-50.
(phone rings) - Road and Highway Magazine.
- [Amanda.]
Marsha.
- Oh, hi, Amanda.
Yeah, Rick's right here.
Oh, you want expert advice? - Manicurists usually have long, great nails, it's their business, right? - All the ones I've seen do.
That's it? You're welcome.
- [Rick.]
Did you solve the case? - Maybe, but you wouldn't understand.
- Probably not.
I also don't understand these reports on Spike's victims, one man found dead floating in a hot tub, another in the back seat of a car at the drive-in, Charlie Hedge in a motel.
- Sounds random to me.
- No, no, no, no, there is a pattern here, there is a pattern, I just haven't found it yet.
(phone rings) - Road and Highway Magazine.
Oh, yes, Mr.
Boothby, Mr.
Tucker's right here.
- Hello, Mr.
Boothby, yes, that was quick.
You see, our magazine is doing a feature on DeLoreans, and we wanna talk to the owners.
Oh, I do appreciate that, Mr.
Boothby.
Yes, ah, two Ls.
Uh-huh, yes.
Have you got any other names? Could you repeat that name? He'd be perfect.
Thank you, Mr.
Boothby.
Got him.
- Who? - Charlie Hedge was the go-between for the hitman, Charlie Hedge was tailing Melissa Franklin, Charlie Hedge worked for Crayton Aviation.
Melissa's mysterious boyfriend drives a DeLorean, so does Mr.
Earl Crayton.
In detective school, we used to call that an iron-clad cinch.
(door opens) (door closes) (mysterious music) Amanda? Hot tub, motel, drive-in.
- I give up.
- It's a woman, Spike is a woman.
- Sarah, the manicurist.
- Where's Justin? - He's locked in his office.
- Not locked now.
- "Dear Amanda, I know you'll forgive me, "I just went to meet "Sarah.
"I figured it'd be okay since you know her.
"Don't worry, I'll sneak out the window, "the assassin will never see me.
" - The assassin doesn't have to see him, that jerk, he's on his way to meet her.
(Amanda sighs) You getting anything? - Nothing.
(Rick groans) - He wouldn't be stupid enough to take her back to his place.
- And she wouldn't be stupid enough to bring him back to hers.
- Concentrate.
- I am.
(sighs) I'm getting hot.
- Great, what would that mean? - It means it's hot in here.
- Keep trying.
- Rick, it's no use, there's too much pressure, I'm sorry.
- I got an idea, come on.
- If he were to ask you out, do you have any idea where you might go? - Look, I wouldn't ask you this, but someone's life is in danger.
- It certainly is, yours.
- Honey, any luck? - No, they're all covering for him, they think they're protecting him.
- Let's ask Wendy.
Wendy, why would Justin leave his boots in his office? - Sometimes he likes to change them.
- Well, change into what? - His casual shoes.
Deck shoes.
- Where does Justin keep his boat? - I don't know, somewhere at the marina.
- What's the name of the boat? - The Jolly Justin.
- Hey.
- I thought you'd never get here.
What is that? - It's lunch.
Couple steaks and some wine.
- How about an appetizer? - I got olives.
- I got something better.
Let's go inside? - Not yet.
- Hiya, Justin.
- Hey, Donnie, how you doing? - What are you doing? - Moving the boat to a different slip.
- Why? - Uh, just a precaution, nothing to do with you.
Donnie, give me a hand here, will you? - Another cruise to heaven? - Catalina.
If anybody asks, I'm going to Catalina, alright? Do me a favor and cast off for me, okay? Thank you.
Let's go.
(mysterious music) - 249, this way.
Well, looks like we missed the boat.
- They took off a few minutes ago.
- The Jolly Justin? - (chuckles) Yeah, dumb name for a boat.
- Believe me, it fits.
- Where'd they go? - Catalina.
(Rick groans) - She's probably burying him at sea right now.
- Well, maybe we can get a high-speed boat, that's probably our only shot.
- Rick, hold it, (mysterious music) he couldn't have gone to Catalina, he couldn't have gone very far at all.
- Why not? - Because he got a phone call, I was there, the engines on his boat need to be overloaded.
- Overhauled? - Yes, he said he couldn't leave the harbor.
- Okay, friend, where's Justin? - I told you-- - Look, look, his life is in danger, now he moved his boat, where to? - Probably one of the empty end ties, over there.
(Amanda's heel breaks) - You just close your eyes, think very good thoughts, and let Sarah make you sing.
- She's trying to kill you, Justin! - What the hell's going on here? (Sarah sprays fire extinguisher) - Great punch, champ.
- You're a good teacher.
(chuckles) (Sarah coughs) - Well, Justin, you're off the hook now, you can do anything you want.
(Amanda chuckles) - I think I'm gonna take your mother's advice, I'm gonna find the right girl and settle down.
- Oh.
(chuckles) - Well, then you won't be needing this, will you? - Whoa, whoa, don't be so hasty, there's a lotta right girls in this book.
(Rick and Amanda chuckle) (soft music) - (sighs) I don't get it, Crayton, he had everything, and he lost it all because of jealousy.
- "Beware, my Lord, of jealousy, "it is the green-eyed monster "which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
" - Hey, we're not in bed yet, what are you writing? Daydreams? - No, no, how my other dreams came true.
The fountain, the football, the little girl on the horse.
- Mm.
- If you don't record the results, what good is a dream diary? - Oh, I get it, the scientific method, huh? - Exactly.
The dream, the event, the cause, the effect.
- Like when I do this.
- I do this.
- And I do this.
- I might do this.
- Cause.
- Effect.
- I used to think science was such a dull subject.
(Amanda chuckles) (chime) (upbeat music) (Multicom Jingle)
You're good at what you do, you'd have to be to find me.
Charlie Hedge, my first private detective.
You, uh, you just relax.
Close your eyes, lover.
Lie back.
Then you think real good thoughts, and you let Sarah make you sing.
(intense music) (mysterious music) (upbeat music) - It's in the left-hand pocket of your corduroy jacket.
- Ah, thanks.
What's in the left-hand pocket of my corduroy jacket? - Your car keys.
- (chuckles) Great.
I love you.
Thanks.
Boy, you were up early today.
- I had a bad dream.
I dreamed that you had a meeting, and, uh, there was a horse.
- That's funny, I had that same dream.
I had a meeting with Leo.
- Your bookie? - Yeah.
- No, no, no, the man I saw you with here had hair, definitely had hair.
Rick, it was really a weird dream.
(mysterious music) There was a fountain, and children sailing boats, (scoffs) and you playing football.
- Right, split end, great pair of hands.
- And there was someone else, watching you, I couldn't see.
And I saw you were in danger.
- Fun dream, sugar.
- Hi.
- Morning.
- Hi.
- Uh, Rick? - Mm-hmm? - Amanda tells me you have a client named Justin St.
Peter? - Right, hairdresser to the stars, we're supposed to meet him in, uh, 20 minutes.
- Oh, well, uh, would you ask him if he knows Evelyn Hooper? - Your friend? - Yes.
She claimed she had an affair with him.
(Amanda laughs) - With Justin St.
Peter? - Yes.
(chuckles) Well, she wears it like a badge of honor, she says that he not only made her look beautiful on the outside, but that he Ah, oh.
- Are you almost ready, honey? We're gonna be late.
- Look, how do I know why somebody wants to kill me? I'm kind, I'm considerate, do me a favor, come by Christmas, see what I give to.
I give to United Way, I give to Boy Scouts.
- Easy, Justin, easy.
- Look, I'm a lover, I'm not a fighter, okay? It's gotta be a crazy world here if somebody wants to kill a guy like me.
- It's a crazy world.
- Yeah, well, look, Justin, how do you know this isn't a death threat from some wacko? - Please, folks, we're talking about a professional contract here.
Somebody's put a price on my head.
- How do you know about a professional contract? - (sighs) I got this friend, Eddie, from South Philly, we grew up together.
- Well, how does Eddie know? - He knows, okay? This is crazy, I wouldn't hurt anybody.
- Justin, how does he know? - He knows, take my word for it, okay? - Thanks, Justin, goodbye.
- Uh, okay, alright, look, Eddie's a nice guy, okay? He even put his brother through medical school.
He also happens to be in the rackets.
- The nice rackets? - Why don't you hire some meat, a couple of bodyguards? - What, are you nuts? You can't put a couple of goons in St.
Peter's Salon, ladies would freak.
I run a class operation, plants, foot massages, I even put in a steam room.
- How do we do this? - Well, we can't let him out of our sight.
- He'll have to live with us.
- Hold it.
- Yeah, that'll take care of the nights.
- What are you, what are you talking about nights? - What about the days? (blow dryer runs) - Valerie, this is you, honey, I don't want you to touch a thing, okay? Leave it just this way for me, please? Okay.
(Justin kisses Valerie) Hi.
Gloria, did you lose weight? I think you're taking off too much.
- No, I gained five pounds, you big phony.
(Justin kisses Gloria) - Hi, Carrie, you back from Corfu already? - Mm-hmm.
- Honey, I can't improve on this, you look terrific.
- Boy, that Justin sure is some hunk, isn't he? - First day, kid? - Yes.
Yes, I hope I don't get soap in your eyes.
- No, I mean Justin.
You look like a nice kid, don't end up as another notch on his belt.
- Notch? How many notches does he have? (chuckles) - With Justin, you don't count the notches, you count the belts.
(mysterious music) - Eddie? - You Tucker? - Yeah.
- Good to meet you.
- How you doing? - What's the matter, somebody follow you? - No, my wife had a dream, don't ask.
Eddie, thanks for coming.
- Yeah, it's my pleasure.
You know, Lenny's a good friend of mine.
- Lenny? - Oh, that's right.
(chuckles) Justin, Justin, uh, when we used to live in South Philly growing up together, his name used to be Lenny DeAngelo.
(Rick chuckles) Hey, you tell him this pays him back for the pistachio nuts, he'll understand.
- Pistachio nuts? - Right.
- Got it.
Uh, Justin said Lenny said that you, um-- - Got connections, okay? Connections.
- Okay.
What about this contract? - Some civilian shopped one around, I told the creep to take his business elsewhere.
- You met him? - Nah, not the main guy, just his buyer, some local lowlife.
- You get a name? - Hey, he didn't leave his calling card.
I'll tell you what, you give me some pictures, who knows, maybe I'll, uh, maybe I'll spot him.
(mysterious music) Hey, you okay? - Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, now we're, uh, we're talking about money here, now how much? 10 grand? - Try 50 big ones.
- 50 grand? For a hairdresser? Ooh, talk about inflation.
What kind of a special hit you get for 50 grand, what do they do, gift-wrap him? (Eddie chuckles) - Hey, you don't get a hit, pal, for $50,000, you get natural causes.
You also get no loose ends, no cops, a real neat, perfect package.
Word is this is a freelance account, somebody real special.
(wheels roll on pavement) (mysterious music) Hey, you okay? Hey, what's the matter with you? Huh? Hey, I gotta take off, you tell Lenny I said hello.
- Great, Eddie, listen, dreams can come true, um, watch your back.
- Hey, thanks a lot, I appreciate it.
- Yeah, me too.
- You tell Lenny I said hi.
- Alright, ladies, keep your eye on the temperature gauge, and have a very good time.
- Hey, boy, am I glad to see you.
- No.
- What's the matter? I'll be right back, okay? Hang on.
Come on.
I missed you, Melissa.
- I missed you too.
- So what do you say we take the boat out and leave the world behind, okay? - Justin, I can't see you tomorrow night.
(muffled speech) - I can't, I want to, but I can't.
(muffled speech) (chime) (Justin closes door) (chime) (Justin closes door) - [Melissa.]
Justin, I don't like to be crowded.
(chime) - Do I look like a crowd? (closes door) (muffled speech) Oh come on, it's not like that at all.
- Justin, it's over.
I'm sorry, it's just over.
(door closes) (Justin closes door) - Justin-- - Oh, I'm sorry.
- Who is she? - She's just a girl.
- Contact Ledderal at the FBI and Russo at Interpol.
- There go the phone bills.
- Yeah, splurge, I want names, MOs, everything you can get me on professional assassins who command $50,000.
- Anything else? - Yes, pastrami sandwich, french fries, and a piece of cheesecake.
- From Interpol? - No, try the deli first, Interpol makes lousy fries.
- Oh, Dave Arbuck called from the Private Investigators Association.
He's collecting for a wreath, Charlie Hedge died, was a heart attack.
- Charlie Hedge was 40 years old.
- Executives go every day from overwork.
- Overwork was not one of his problems.
Not one of your nicer guys, Charlie.
- Scratch the wreath? - No, no, uh, send him a check.
God, heart attack, 40 years old.
Uh, cancel the pastrami, make it a fruit salad.
(Amanda sighs) - You've got to tell us about those women.
- I can't violate the privacy of a client relationship.
- Justin, you're a hairdresser, not a shrink.
- Rick, you're a guy, I can't just hand over my address book, how is that gonna make me look? - Well, think of how you'll look if you don't, soft organ music in the background, lots of flowers everywhere, beautiful women crying.
- Smearing their makeup.
- Now this is classified information, you sure you need it? - If what I saw today is any indication, half the husbands in Beverly Hills have reason to murder you.
What about that girl that you took to your office today? She seemed to upset you.
- Yeah, Melissa Franklin.
She, uh Yeah, well, I, we had a thing.
I thought we had a thing.
I wanted a thing, but she didn't want a thing, so it's nothing.
- I'll check out her thing.
- Yeah, whatever you want.
Meanwhile, I'm going back to playing the field.
- Well, let's talk about the field.
(Justin sighs) - Okay, what do you need? - Okay, let's take it from the top.
Donna Alworth? - Donna Alworth (chuckles) is a very sweet girl.
Likes tennis, bridge, she cheats at both.
- Uh, Ruby Alvarez? - No involvement, we just dance.
- Candy Bigelow? - Candy Bigelow? - Do you know her? - Well, yeah.
Well, I used to.
It was before we met.
- Charming girl.
Is she built or what? (Justin chuckles) - Well, go ahead, honey, tell him, was she built or what? (Rick scoffs) (phone rings) - I'll get it.
- Stay put.
(phone rings) Hello.
- Hey, yeah, this is Eddie.
Hey, you know that guy that wanted to buy a hit? Well, his picture's in the paper.
He woke up dead this morning.
His name's Charlie Hedge.
- Charlie Hedge? Maybe it wasn't a heart attack.
- Yeah, right.
Hey, listen, uh, I've been sniffing around, I got a couple ideas about Charlie's employer.
That park we was in, you wanna meet me there in about a half an hour? Okay, great, I'll see ya.
Uh, yeah, I gotta go meet a friend, I hope you don't mind.
- No problem, lover.
(mysterious music) Such a beautiful night.
Let's walk? - I think that's a great idea.
Hey, you know what? - Hmm? - I'm very happy that you and I met, you know why? - Why? - 'Cause I think you're a very nice lady.
(woman chuckles) It's true, it's true.
- Hey, Eddie? Eddie? (gun fires) (intense music) (fires gun) (fires gun) (car screeches tires) - He really looked out for me, why? - He said it was for the pistachio nuts? - He tell you about that? - Huh-uh.
- That goes back to high school.
See, Eddie was always in trouble, juvie hall, that kinda stuff, and one day, we got caught rifling some pistachio nut machines.
(Rick chuckles) Eddie would have gone to a home because of his record, so I took the rap.
(Dickens purrs) - Rick, I'm getting something, dangerous.
- Yeah, I know, honey, I was there.
My wife and the cat, they have this thing.
- That's cool, I like cats.
- There's fog, lots of fog, and it's dangerous.
- You killed two people, neither of whom is the one you're being paid for.
Are you rehearsing or what? - I'm covering the trail that leads to you, lover.
Charlie Hedge was sloppy.
- He was good enough to find you.
He was good enough to find out about Melissa and the hairdresser.
- But the point is not to get caught.
- Are you going to kill half the people in Los Angeles? This is getting complicated.
- Very complicated.
The target knows about the contract.
He's gone to ground and got himself some cover.
- I want that hairdresser dead! - And I want more money.
The price has doubled.
- Very well.
When? - Soon.
Have one of your messengers deliver this.
- Codename Shark, political hits only, Codename Wizard, high explosives, Codename Spike, hypodermic needle.
- Shark, Wizard, Spike - Sounds like some guys I went to high school with.
- There must be 25 names here, how do we find out which one it is? - Through guts, determination, and solid detective work.
- Yeah, I don't know either.
- There you go, Mrs.
Preston, squeaky clean.
- This just came for you.
- Thanks, hon.
(mysterious music) - Justin, where's Joann? - Oh, she didn't show up today, so I found a temporary replacement.
This is Sarah, our new manicurist, okay? - Hi.
- Hi.
- [Doorman.]
Melissa Franklin is not at home.
- That's probably why she didn't answer the bell, huh? - Probably.
(Rick chuckles) - Say, maybe you can help me.
I'm her brother from out of town, and, uh, well, we haven't heard from her in a long time, and we wanna know what's going on in her life.
We come from a close family.
- What do you want to know about your sister? - Well, does she live alone, does she have a boyfriend or anybody? - Well, there are a couple of guys hanging around.
- Yeah? What do they look like? - One wears designer jeans and looks like a movie actor.
- Ah, anybody else? - Yeah, another guy who drives one of those DeLoreans.
- Get a license number? - License numbers are not in my job description.
But what's with this bird? You're the second fellow who's been asking about her.
- What's the first guy look like? - Well, he's 40ish, thin, looks as though he sleeps in a sewer.
- Drive an old Dodge? - Yeah.
He hasn't been around for a couple of days, do you know him? - I used to.
Thanks.
- Yeah.
Alright, Muffin, come on! - You, uh, have a nice lunch, huh, Boss? - Yeah, you too, Sarah.
- Justin, pick up.
- Yeah, what? Oh, that's great, that's just great.
How soon can you fix it? Cedric, amigo, two weeks, you can do better than that, I need the boat this weekend.
Okay, alright, thanks.
- What's the problem? - Oh, it's the engine on my boat, something about the oil cooler, it overheats, it needs a complete overhaul.
You see, I thought we'd all go for a little cruise this weekend.
Who knows, maybe I'd bring along a little company.
Now I can't even take it outta harbor.
- Justin, can we talk? - Yeah, sure, go back in my office, I'll be there in a minute.
- [Sarah.]
Hi, Boss.
- What's the problem? - A flat tire.
God, what a drag.
- You need a lift? Where you gotta go? - Well, I was thinking about trying that new salad bar, unless maybe you have a better idea for lunch? - Sorry, I can't now.
- Okay, well, I'll take a lift, and a rain check.
- Hop in.
- Uh, just let me get my purse, hmm? (mysterious music) - Where's Justin? He told me to wait in his office.
- He just left.
(Justin starts car) (intense music) - Justin! (chime) (chime) I just wanted to catch you so I could hand in my resignation.
Hi.
Way to go for the first day.
- Look, I know we made an agreement, but this is really important.
- Her? - No, Melissa, I'll be fine, I just gotta see her, alright? - Fine, it's your choice.
Get your butt inside or I'm off your case.
- Look, something came up, okay? Uh, take my car and have a nice hour.
- Jesse, gosh, it's good to see you're still trying to shove truth, justice, and the American way down the throat of the criminal horde.
- Just trying to stay afloat.
(Rick chuckles) You look like a man with a mission yourself.
- Charlie Hedge.
- (sighs) Speaking of your criminal hordes.
- Mm-hmm, past tense.
- True, true.
He certainly gave your profession a bad name.
- Ooh, yeah.
The coroner said that you hadn't closed the book on it yet? - And what is your interest in that? - Well, it might have something to do with a case I'm working on.
Did his heart attack him? - No, the coroner found a small puncture at the base of the neck, hypodermic needle.
- Hypo? - Does that mean something to you? - Let me take a stab at this.
He wasn't poisoned, he died of a pulmonary embolism? - How did you do that? - It's just a lucky guess.
Look, could you get me a look at his personal effects? Look, I'll tell you everything I know.
It's for old times' sake.
- (scoffs) We haven't had any old times, yet.
- My, uh, next appointment isn't til four, I hope you don't mind if I crash in here? - No, go ahead, crash.
- Thanks.
- How was your salad? - The lettuce was wilted.
(chuckles) - You're a very pretty lady.
I wish I knew more about you.
- Well, I can fix that.
What's your favorite hotel? - The Wilcox.
(Sarah picks up phone) 555-7800.
(Sarah dials number) - Hello.
This is Sarah DeWitt, I'd like to reserve a room for this evening.
For two.
- No.
- Please, just a couple of hours.
- Boy, do you push.
- Okay, forget it, just forget it.
Can I see you for a minute, please? - Excuse me, Mrs.
Higgins, I'll be right back.
(phone rings) - Look, I have needs, okay? - Fine, take a cold shower.
- With all this tension and pressure, I'm liable to explode, do you understand that at all? - Yeah, I understand.
Just tell us where to send the body.
- Call for you, Justin.
- Excuse me, thanks.
Yeah? Yeah, Melissa, hi.
Look, no, I called to tell you that I got your note, but I couldn't make it.
Yeah, that's right.
What do you mean you didn't send a note? (mysterious music) Melissa? Melissa? - Why, you look beautiful, darling.
(exhales sharply) Oh, how I love this car.
But it's a car for the young, too bad the young can so rarely afford a car designed just for them.
Does it make me appear young, like your hairdresser? - I've stopped seeing him.
- Yes, but you think about him, and that's just not good.
- I can't control my thoughts.
You can't either.
- I can live with that.
(starts car) - You called, Master? - Yeah.
Look, Sarah, I'm not gonna be able to make it tonight, alright? - Aha, so you have something going with, uh, Miss Shampoo? - No, you got that all wrong.
- Then, uh, what's the problem? - Don't do that, okay? - Okay.
I guess you've cooled.
- No, it's got nothing to do with you.
I've just got a little trouble, that's all, and Amanda's helping me out.
She's a private detective.
(dramatic music) - Justin, you almost ready? - A few minutes more.
- Very funny, Justin! Justin? Justin! Justin! Somebody! - [Justin.]
Rick, what are you doing here? - [Rick.]
I think we might be on the track of something.
- [Justin.]
Oh, really? - Where's Amanda? - Uh, she's in the back cleaning up.
Listen, if she ever gets tired of being a detective, she's got a job here anytime, she's great.
(Rick chuckles) - Hey, - What? - is this herbal shampoo, is this any good? I mean, they say that it prevents baldness.
- Come here.
Was your mother's father bald? - Uh, yeah.
- Well, then you're gonna be bald.
- Oh, thanks.
It helps to talk to a professional, huh? (Justin chuckles) How long you been here alone? - Uh, about five minutes.
- Amanda? Amanda? Stay with me.
- Yeah, right.
(mysterious music) - Amanda? - Rick.
- Oh, baby, oh, you're okay.
Yeah.
- Boy, I'll never eat steamed clams again.
Dickens, you were right, the steam was the fog.
- Mm, nice going, Dickens.
Next time, could you be just a little bit more specific, huh? (Amanda chuckles) (Rick sighs) Eddie Gibson, Charlie Hedge, you know, I get the feeling there's a hawk circling overhead and every time it gets hungry, boom, we lose another rabbit.
- Yeah.
Well, this rabbit's real glad to be home safe with you.
Oh, don't stop, it feels great.
- You know, one of the possibles on that Interpol list kills with a hypo.
- Spike.
- Right.
And Charlie was killed the same way.
Now, I don't buy that as a coincidence.
And Eddie was killed because he could identify Charlie.
- And Charlie was killed because he could identify the man who hired him.
- Right, Spike sure is thorough.
- Did you get anything from Charlie's effects? - Yeah, his appointment book, he'd managed to get away from all that smalltime divorce work and squeezed in several trips to Crayton Aviation.
- Sounds a little highbrow for Charlie.
Don't they have their own security people? - Yeah, that's why I wanna check 'em out.
I also wanna track down the DeLorean dealers.
Maybe I can find the other man in Melissa's life.
(Amanda sighs) - Rick? - Hmm? - Someone tried to kill me tonight.
Spike knows who I am.
- I know.
- Well, you know, really, I'm very honored, you have no idea how difficult it is to get an appointment with you.
- Well, from now on, you just pick up a phone and you go right to the top of the list, okay? - Well, thank you.
Do you, uh, do you know, um, Evelyn Hooper? - Yeah.
- Oh.
- Listen, I wanna thank you for dinner, hmm, and everything, I love being here.
I love that kitchen too, it's very nice, it's warm.
- Yes, well, I always say that the kitchen is the most important room in the house.
It's the source of nourishment.
- In my house, it's the hot tub.
(Ellen chuckles) - Did you, uh, did you ever think about having a family? - Well, for a while there, I really thought I found the right girl, but it just didn't work out.
- Well, there are lots of right girls.
- I know, I know, that's my problem, I love 'em all.
You know, there's something beautiful in every woman.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Like you, you're very beautiful.
- Oh, please.
(scoffs) - No, come on, look, take a look.
Ellen, you got great bones, a pretty nose, and you radiate, Ellen, you radiate.
- I radiate? - Mm-hmm.
- I do? - Yeah.
- Really, I radiate? (Justin chuckles) (mysterious music) - (chuckles) Guess I'm running a little late today.
- Well, that happens.
- Well, I guess I better go get in somebody's hair.
- Codename Spike, all victims male.
- Justin sure fits that category.
- Ages 30-50.
(phone rings) - Road and Highway Magazine.
- [Amanda.]
Marsha.
- Oh, hi, Amanda.
Yeah, Rick's right here.
Oh, you want expert advice? - Manicurists usually have long, great nails, it's their business, right? - All the ones I've seen do.
That's it? You're welcome.
- [Rick.]
Did you solve the case? - Maybe, but you wouldn't understand.
- Probably not.
I also don't understand these reports on Spike's victims, one man found dead floating in a hot tub, another in the back seat of a car at the drive-in, Charlie Hedge in a motel.
- Sounds random to me.
- No, no, no, no, there is a pattern here, there is a pattern, I just haven't found it yet.
(phone rings) - Road and Highway Magazine.
Oh, yes, Mr.
Boothby, Mr.
Tucker's right here.
- Hello, Mr.
Boothby, yes, that was quick.
You see, our magazine is doing a feature on DeLoreans, and we wanna talk to the owners.
Oh, I do appreciate that, Mr.
Boothby.
Yes, ah, two Ls.
Uh-huh, yes.
Have you got any other names? Could you repeat that name? He'd be perfect.
Thank you, Mr.
Boothby.
Got him.
- Who? - Charlie Hedge was the go-between for the hitman, Charlie Hedge was tailing Melissa Franklin, Charlie Hedge worked for Crayton Aviation.
Melissa's mysterious boyfriend drives a DeLorean, so does Mr.
Earl Crayton.
In detective school, we used to call that an iron-clad cinch.
(door opens) (door closes) (mysterious music) Amanda? Hot tub, motel, drive-in.
- I give up.
- It's a woman, Spike is a woman.
- Sarah, the manicurist.
- Where's Justin? - He's locked in his office.
- Not locked now.
- "Dear Amanda, I know you'll forgive me, "I just went to meet "Sarah.
"I figured it'd be okay since you know her.
"Don't worry, I'll sneak out the window, "the assassin will never see me.
" - The assassin doesn't have to see him, that jerk, he's on his way to meet her.
(Amanda sighs) You getting anything? - Nothing.
(Rick groans) - He wouldn't be stupid enough to take her back to his place.
- And she wouldn't be stupid enough to bring him back to hers.
- Concentrate.
- I am.
(sighs) I'm getting hot.
- Great, what would that mean? - It means it's hot in here.
- Keep trying.
- Rick, it's no use, there's too much pressure, I'm sorry.
- I got an idea, come on.
- If he were to ask you out, do you have any idea where you might go? - Look, I wouldn't ask you this, but someone's life is in danger.
- It certainly is, yours.
- Honey, any luck? - No, they're all covering for him, they think they're protecting him.
- Let's ask Wendy.
Wendy, why would Justin leave his boots in his office? - Sometimes he likes to change them.
- Well, change into what? - His casual shoes.
Deck shoes.
- Where does Justin keep his boat? - I don't know, somewhere at the marina.
- What's the name of the boat? - The Jolly Justin.
- Hey.
- I thought you'd never get here.
What is that? - It's lunch.
Couple steaks and some wine.
- How about an appetizer? - I got olives.
- I got something better.
Let's go inside? - Not yet.
- Hiya, Justin.
- Hey, Donnie, how you doing? - What are you doing? - Moving the boat to a different slip.
- Why? - Uh, just a precaution, nothing to do with you.
Donnie, give me a hand here, will you? - Another cruise to heaven? - Catalina.
If anybody asks, I'm going to Catalina, alright? Do me a favor and cast off for me, okay? Thank you.
Let's go.
(mysterious music) - 249, this way.
Well, looks like we missed the boat.
- They took off a few minutes ago.
- The Jolly Justin? - (chuckles) Yeah, dumb name for a boat.
- Believe me, it fits.
- Where'd they go? - Catalina.
(Rick groans) - She's probably burying him at sea right now.
- Well, maybe we can get a high-speed boat, that's probably our only shot.
- Rick, hold it, (mysterious music) he couldn't have gone to Catalina, he couldn't have gone very far at all.
- Why not? - Because he got a phone call, I was there, the engines on his boat need to be overloaded.
- Overhauled? - Yes, he said he couldn't leave the harbor.
- Okay, friend, where's Justin? - I told you-- - Look, look, his life is in danger, now he moved his boat, where to? - Probably one of the empty end ties, over there.
(Amanda's heel breaks) - You just close your eyes, think very good thoughts, and let Sarah make you sing.
- She's trying to kill you, Justin! - What the hell's going on here? (Sarah sprays fire extinguisher) - Great punch, champ.
- You're a good teacher.
(chuckles) (Sarah coughs) - Well, Justin, you're off the hook now, you can do anything you want.
(Amanda chuckles) - I think I'm gonna take your mother's advice, I'm gonna find the right girl and settle down.
- Oh.
(chuckles) - Well, then you won't be needing this, will you? - Whoa, whoa, don't be so hasty, there's a lotta right girls in this book.
(Rick and Amanda chuckle) (soft music) - (sighs) I don't get it, Crayton, he had everything, and he lost it all because of jealousy.
- "Beware, my Lord, of jealousy, "it is the green-eyed monster "which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
" - Hey, we're not in bed yet, what are you writing? Daydreams? - No, no, how my other dreams came true.
The fountain, the football, the little girl on the horse.
- Mm.
- If you don't record the results, what good is a dream diary? - Oh, I get it, the scientific method, huh? - Exactly.
The dream, the event, the cause, the effect.
- Like when I do this.
- I do this.
- And I do this.
- I might do this.
- Cause.
- Effect.
- I used to think science was such a dull subject.
(Amanda chuckles) (chime) (upbeat music) (Multicom Jingle)