Homicide: Life on the Street s03e17 Episode Script

I thought you came from DC to take me to lunch and you just complain about your birthday present.
- Megan, I'm not complaining - Sounds like a complaint to me! - Hey! - Hey, Beau.
- How's it going? - How you doing? - I know you from some place.
- This is my cousin, Tim.
No, no, that's not it.
Hey, you're Tim Russert, Mr "Meet the Press"! - Nice to meet you.
- How you doing? - I watch you religiously! - I appreciate that.
Every Sunday, my cup of Java and you! Wow! A real celebrity! - Thanks.
- Unbelievable! That NeWt Gingrich is really something! Do you need a set of socket wrenches? Tim's got one for you.
- I like the present! - Al Gore, what's he really like! You've complained about every present I ever got you! - Maybe you're not good at presents? - Oh! Bob Dole, you think he's got a shot in '96? - I shouldn't be here.
- So, this is your way of telling me that you have no reason to visit me any more, is that it? OK, fine! Go! Go, Tim! Go play tennis with Hilary! Play golf with Quayle! Who am I? I'm no big-shot politico, I'm just a cousin.
I've never played tennis with Hilary and I don't play golf! I'm from Buffalo! Yeah, you poor baby! I don't know how you manage to get by! You know that saying, "When you're angry, you're lovely"? - Yeah.
- Well, you're not! Yeah.
Bye, Tim.
Your sisters would have liked the socket wrenches.
Well, then - He's great on Sunday mornings though.
- Yeah? It doesn't say much for your love life, if you're up early with my cousin! The next section of the mini mental-exam questionnaire looks for signs of post-trauma stress disorder.
Munch! How do you memorise that? Since you, Howard and Felton went down the entire squad could be certified by the Maryland AMA.
I can tell you more about the workings of Howard's superior and inferior vena cava, how Felton's bowels will react to certain painkillers, and why you get frustrated when you hear voices in your head.
- I don't get frustrated.
- Oh! So, you hear voices in your head? No! Damn it! Damn! I cannot believe that after all my years of service to this city, I can lose my badge because some nitwit shrink says so! Just because I got shot in the head? You don't think I'm ready to go back to work, do you? That's why you're coaching me here.
You think the old partner's a few bricks shy of a load.
Stan you're a load, trust me.
Yeah, and you're a walk in the park, Munch! Let's go! Come on! They'll want to test your memory.
What do you mean, like dates and whatnot? Yeah, like what year did the Civil War end, who was president when Neil Armstrong jogged on the moon, stuff like that.
What's the matter, big man? That's simple stuff, huh? I've got nothing on it.
Nothing! - I don't have a chance, do I? - Yes, you do! Come on! - Come on! - Come on! Leave me alone.
You don't have to show me the women's, Al.
The plumbing here is over 60 years old.
My people deserve better than that.
- I agree.
- Then can you help me out here? Can you authorise some funds to get our toilets fixed? You don't have to pick up the phone.
I'll handle the whole thing.
- You will? - Yeah! - What's the catch, Granger? - No catch.
I'll get the money.
It'll be cheaper than life preservers.
Mr Bolander, can you tell me what day it is today? - Tuesday, I guess.
- Pickle sneaker toilet paper.
- Huh? - Detective, subtract 7 from 100 and then counting backwards, subtract seven each time.
I wanna thank you for calling me Detective.
- We have a way to go.
- Er 93 OK, since the shooting, how often have you had trouble sleeping? - I never said I had trouble sleeping.
- Any flashbacks, recurring nightmares? Panic attacks? Heart palpitation? Trembling? Heavy sweating? What's your mother's maiden name? - Why are we dragging her into this? - It's a routine question.
Do you remember the three things that I mentioned at the top of the interview? I can tell you what I do remember! I remember who won World War II and I remember that Oliver North took the Fifth instead of telling the truth and I remember that light margarine is no good for you.
I don't care what it says on the box, it's no good for you! I remember the Alamo and I remember the Maine and I remember pickle sneaker and toilet paper.
Kay! - How you doing? Welcome back.
- Where the hell's my desk? - Hey! How you doing? First day back.
Why didn't you call? I would have driven you.
I can drive myself.
Mind answering the question? - We moved it over there.
- Why? I don't know.
I guess they figured the fax machine was better here.
Why the hell didn't anybody tell me? Four years I've been sitting here! This is where my desk is meant to be.
What's the big deal? It's there now.
Ha! This dog won't hunt! I'm moving it back! Kay! Welcome home.
Well, that was quick! Looks like Granger came through.
Yeah, except I never heard of this outfit.
They call themselves Cooder Plumbing.
- Well, at least they're here.
- Come on, Granger's a political animal.
How would it look if the Mayor came here with the press and had to go across the street to relieve himself? - Is that our scones they're eating? - Yeah.
Hey! I catch you eating those scones, I'll put a plunger in your drainpipe! Don't eat those scones.
They belong to us.
Put them down.
Leave the scones Nobody messes with my pastry.
I belong back there looking across at you! Ugly as that sounds! What else has gone on I don't know about? Nothing.
Everything's normal, all jammed up, especially the Gasperino murder.
Yeah, I heard about that one.
Hot-dog vendor over by the zoo, right? Yeah.
Frank Pembleton's the primary.
He wants you to call some of these people and check on their alibis.
- That's it? A phone job? - Someone's gotta do it, Kay.
Beau, a body's been dug up over at Carlton and Lemmon.
Yeah, hang on a second.
Wait! You going out with him? How come you get to go out? - You got shot like me.
- I've done my desk time.
- They'll let you go out soon.
- Come on, OK? It's a dead guy.
He's not going anywhere.
- Go! Have a ball! - I'll help you when I get back.
- Don't move yet.
I'll - Kay, take it easy.
This place gives me the willies.
Why? You know, these old carts and the horses, you know, arabbers.
You bought in an arab for the Adina Watson killing.
Yes, I did Sid? Ah.
- Are you Mrs Krebs? - That's me.
So, what happened here? Harvey got loose again.
I found him digging in this yard.
I saw the skeleton and called the cops.
- Who lives here? - The Blakey family.
- They're not home.
- What else do you know? Not much.
Two boys and their father, but I haven't seen Oscar for a while - That's the father.
- How long is a while? - Couple of years.
- Do the sons work? Yeah.
Where? - I don't know.
- When are the sons home? - After work.
- Oh.
- Can Harvey keep the thigh bone? - No.
No, you'll have to put that thigh bone back in the hole.
Oh Hey, big man! Looking good! - Thanks, and thanks for the flowers.
- I didn't give you no flowers.
Nice hat too.
Nice haircut! I got a little trim at the barber at Maryland Shock Trauma.
Get your money back! Hey, hey, hey! Welcome back! I hear you were tireless, as usual, in trying to get the bad guy.
Well, I knew I'd have to answer to you if I didn't.
Yes! The big man is back! You did it, big man.
- Yeah, I did it! - Was it hard? - It was frightening! - Really? I guess my cramming must have helped immeasurably, huh? - Not a bit! - Thanks! - Kay? - Hey, Stan! - I couldn't find you.
- I can hardly find myself! Well, listen, I got you I mean, I got you, me and Felton one of these.
Michael the Archangel.
Patron saint of policemen, huh? I thought it might help to keep us lucky.
- Oh! - Oh! - Detective Munch? - Later, OK? Mr and Mrs Warner, Conrad and Abigail, both in their late sixties.
This is some digs! I could feature myself living here.
How about you, big man? You couldn't have any fun here.
You spill a beer on this rug that's a year's salary! The antique Persian rug? That would be like two years' salary.
The maid found the bodies this morning when she came to work.
- Ming! Lalique! Imari! - All the help had gone home.
- Next of kin been notified? - Yeah.
Elden, their son, - What's his story? - Big lawyer in London on business.
He's in the air now.
And there's Lyle Warner, the grandson.
Lives in the coach house, but he's nowhere to be found.
It's pretty ugly, sir.
They were beaten to death.
- Jeez! - That's what's called a bloody pulp! We got one lead.
Killer thinks he's Gene Krupa.
All right, guys, we'll go down and talk to the ME.
I know you feel personally responsible for me getting my shield back, but don't start acting like a primary on a case that's mine.
I say when the sheet comes off, I say when the sheet goes back on.
I put on a badge and gun, just like you this morning, so just don't get in my way! OK, OK.
I was only trying to help.
Don't try to protect me! I can handle this.
Billytown, huh? What a magical place this is.
There are no hillbillies pitching tents, cooking up any possum stew here, so don't call it Billytown.
This is South Baltimore.
- I've heard you call it that before.
- That's different.
I'm from here.
OK, well, why don't you ask the questions then, Jethro.
"Jethro"? "Jethro", huh? OK.
- Mr Blakey? - Yeah.
Detective Felton, Baltimore City Police.
This is Detective Bayliss.
- Hello.
- Hi, I am Carl.
Hi, Carl.
You guys mind if we ask you a few questions? - Anything in particular? - Nothing serious.
It's about a body your neighbour's dog dug up in your backyard.
Come on.
Come on in.
- Sit down, if you like.
- No, thanks.
- Like a lukewarm one? - Not for me.
I'm fine.
OK, fellas, who's buried in your yard? - I don't know what you mean.
- You asking about Papa? - No, they're not asking about Papa! - Where is Papa, then? - Work - Vacation! Vacation.
Carl, come on.
This is a very interesting design concept Carl, I grew up in this neighbourhood four blocks away.
- You live here long? - All my life.
Do you remember old Mrs Crowley? How the neighbourhood used to smell when she made that candy? You mean the salt water taffy? Yeah the salt water taffy.
The one with the one who got her teeth removed and then got them put I want you to think very carefully how you answer this question.
Is that your father buried in the backyard? Carl! I'm giving you a chance to come clean.
If I was you, I'd take it.
- You ever been to prison? - It's Pa, but we didn't kill him! - Damn it! You've blown it! - Hey, hey! He just upped and died.
I'm sorry, Bret.
How long has he been dead? Three years.
We didn't have money for the burial.
That's all it was.
No sign of the Warner grandson.
The maid thinks he went to a lacrosse tournament in Annapolis.
Look what happens to you.
It doesn't matter if you pay your taxes, give to the church, cheat on your wife.
Good or bad, we all end up like that.
You cheated on Margie? - Bolander? - What you got, Doc? Thought you'd end up in here with me for a while.
Thanks.
I know you mean that in a nice way.
The first blows came from behind.
Massive oedemas and haemorrhaging at the back of their skulls.
- Oedemas? - Swollen bruises.
What's with you? Nothing.
So, look, do you have a guess on the murder weapon? - Killer used a club.
- What kind of club? A wooden club.
I found shards of wood and varnish under their fingernails.
So we're looking for a thin wooden club with a coat of lacquer? That's what I just said.
Did you really pass the status exam? Yeah, he did.
Back off.
- Examiner) Long after they were dead, the killer kept whacking away at their faces until he got ground chuck.
Thanks for the recipe! Come on, let's get out of here.
I feel a strong sense of hate here.
Killer had to know them.
Maybe So, you fooled around on Margie? - No! I was just waxing reflective.
- Did she ever find out? Kay, you made those calls I asked you to? No, I'm just trying to get my damn desk back where it belongs.
- You have the phone right here.
- Just as soon as I get my desk back over where I have enjoyed several years of success, I'll make those calls for you.
It seems to me as though your streak ended with Crosetti's old Chilton case.
Chilton's open, open till I close it.
- Let me help with this.
- I don't want any! If it means closing the Gasperino case I'd be willing to sacrifice my Sciatic nerve.
You touch it and you're on your own.
Excuse me, which one is Bolander? The little round guy with the old scarf over there.
Thank you.
- Detective Bolander? - Yeah.
I'm Elden Warner.
I heard about my parents and flew in from London.
Er I'm just trying to grab a bite here.
Please, have a seat.
I don't have a lot of time.
Detective, do you have any idea who killed my parents? No I'm sorry, um - But you have suspects? - No.
This is, er Detective Munch, my partner.
John, this is Elden Warner.
- Have you talked to my son? - Not yet.
- Why? - He's out of town.
- Out of town? Where? - I've got it written down somewhere.
- That was Annapolis.
- Annapolis? That's it.
This is a capital crime and you're telling me you haven't located a possible first-person witness? He's your kid.
You should know where he is.
- I better get some air.
- Sure.
- Your parents have any enemies? - Huh? None.
- How about staff? - No, they've been with us for years.
- And they're very well paid.
- I'm sure they are.
Look, I have meetings until nine tonight.
I would appreciate a call.
- You'll reach me at the free legal clinic.
- You do pro bono work? - Yes, every other Monday.
- Did any of your pro bono clients ever meet your parents or see their house? - Not that I know of.
- Could you fax a list of these clients? Right.
Someone I've gone out of my way to help is gonna kill my parents.
I'll fax you the list this afternoon.
Colonel, we're having The Poseidon Adventure here and you tell me to take it easy! - Al? - Take a look! Take a look at this! The plumbers will be right over.
- Those idiots are coming back? - They come recommended.
- By who? - They do good work! How can you say that? They made it worse! They're very competent.
- Are you blind? - Calm down! I'll handle it.
Like the last time? You're out of your mind! You're losing it! - Careful! - He's gonna blow! - He'd better not! - No, not him, it! God! Hey, Bayliss, what are you doing? - It's down.
It's closed.
- Oscar Blakey isn't dead.
What? We dug his kindling out of the ground and his dental records match.
He's not dead until Uncle Sam says so, and according to Uncle Sam, he still gets social security.
What? over the last four years.
Is that right? Kay, you got some kind of a partner here.
- She knows.
- Brawn and brain.
We should talk to Bret and Carl.
Stan, you all right? Need some aspirin? Yeah! Like aspirin's gonna help! Gimme that.
Only four of Elden Warner's pro bono clients were violent offenders.
One is jail, two moved away and the fourth one, this Marty Colleary, he did time for armed robbery.
This guy beat a Royal Farms clerk with a pool cue.
Not a very hi-tech weapon, but it matches how the Warners died.
There's no forced entry.
Maybe he met them through their bouncing baby boy Elden? OK, let's go visit Mr Marty Colleary.
OK.
Think they're smart enough to pull off this scam? Let's find out.
- Evening, Carl.
- Brett! They're back like you said.
Brett, we're gonna have to arrest you.
What are you talking about? I told you, Papa died of old age.
The only reason you didn't report his death is so you could keep collecting the social security.
That's fraud.
- I didn't know that, Bret! - Shut up! We needed the money, OK? We needed the damn money.
Yeah.
Come on.
We have to take you downtown.
Watch your head.
Watch your head.
It's warmer in there, huh? There are two invoices from Cooder Plumbing, both in last June.
Let me see.
There's another double billing in March and five others in '94.
And every time it's for the same damn job.
Those bozos come back, fix their own repairs and bill the City twice.
That's right.
Why does Granger keep hiring them? - Thank you, Naomi.
- Sure.
- You're a cockroach, Granger! - What? Those guys you've got ripping off the City, doing repairs, they're your wife's brothers! - They are not.
- And the name of their outfit Cooder! That's your wife's maiden name.
Stop lying and tell me how you're gonna handle this.
- It's nothing.
- You get nothing from them? - That's a pretty serious accusation.
- You're breaking the law! It's not illegal, it's extra-legal.
I don't know what you've been putting in your tea, but it's completely illegal for a City official to be padding the City payroll with incompetent relatives.
Get out of my office.
Don't think I won't remember this when your next review comes up.
- Is that real? - Oh! No, decaf.
Don't wanna over-amp the old system, you know? - Yeah.
Yeah, you don't wanna rush it.
- No, I don't wanna rush it.
When I was playing ball and I'd rip a knee or twist an ankle, the coach would be so jacked up to get my butt back in there that I'd never heal.
Why is it you guys are always using sports to explain life? I dunno.
Maybe it's cos we don't sew! - Detective Howard? - Yes, sir.
I'm John Howerchuck.
You called me about the murder of Tom Gasperino.
Yeah, sure.
Thanks for coming in.
Come with me.
See you later, Mel Right this way.
There you go! Seat, Mr Howerchuck.
- So you are an ice-cream vendor? - Yes, Officer.
- I'm a detective.
- Yes, Detective.
How did you know Mr Gasperino? We used to get into it a lot because he was always in my spot at the zoo.
"Get into it"? You mean fight? Well, yeah, but always politely.
- Because he was in your spot? - That's right, the shady spot.
People don't wanna stand in line for an ice cup when they're melting.
Gasperino knew that spot was mine.
Ever leave work, Marty, for a beer, for lunch, or a drive, anything like that? No, sir, I pack my lunch.
It's sad what happened.
Poor Mr and Mrs Warner.
- How well did you know them? - We crossed paths a couple of times.
- In their home? - Yeah.
They hired me to clear leaves.
- They were very nice people.
- Very rich people, aren't they? You think I had something to do with this.
I didn't come to see you clean spark plugs.
Did you kill them? They helped me.
Why kill them? Because you have prior for breaking and entering.
Because you used a firearm in a felony.
Because you're an ex-con! Because you don't have such a nice, innocent face! Stan, we should check Marty's time card with his supervisor and see if it matches.
Come on What's the matter? When did the maid say the grandson would be back from his tournament? - Tomorrow.
- We have to interview him.
Hey! I got your message.
What do you need? I want you to meet someone Thank you.
Frank, this is John Howerchuck.
This is Detective Pembleton.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Mr Howerchuck is an ice-cream vendor in Druid Hill Park, near the zoo.
Shot and killed Tom Gasperino in a dispute over their shady spot.
Goodbye, Mr Howerchuck, and thanks for coming in.
Go, pal.
What, you called him off the witness list and he came in? - Yeah.
- He just confessed, just like that? - Pretty much.
- You must have had your desk put back! No, as a matter of fact I left it where it is, and you know what? I'm gonna leave it there too.
I kinda like it.
Red to black.
You're welcome.
- You do windows? - No - I'm just straightening up here.
- Yeah.
Well, Stapopoulos is gonna need his desk.
I'm working here.
- Stan you're not doing anything.
- I'm thinking.
Stan it's your first day back after being wounded.
Go home and get some rest.
- Home? - Yeah.
Home.
You can't depend on intelligence You can't depend on God You can only depend on one thing You need a busload of faith to get by Watch, baby Busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by Busload of faith to get by Hey, hey! Big man! - I'm sorry.
I couldn't sleep.
- No, no, come on in.
I shouldn't stay, you know - At least have a beer.
- OK, maybe one.
This is a nice place.
How many bedrooms you got? - One.
- Yeah, one more than me.
- You wanna sleep here tonight? - No.
The couch is comfy.
It's no trouble.
Yeah No, thanks anyway.
We'll have fun.
No, we won't.
I'll get the sheets.
- I hate my car.
- What? I hate my car! Whole body's all rusted up.
Damn heap will not run when it's more than 75 degrees outside.
The windshield wiper on the passenger side is the only one that works.
Stan, there's a new thing out called repair shops.
- They fix things like that.
- Yeah.
Some things can't be fixed.
Do you know what I'm gonna have when they turn me out to pasture? I'm gonna have a few lousy thousand bucks and I'm gonna have a pension that won't make ends meet.
All of a sudden I realise, and I am gonna end up with nothing to show for it.
I'm not harping on the fact of how much they've got that I don't have.
It's the fact that I don't need a will cos I got nothing to leave to anybody.
Crosetti At least he had a yo-yo he left for Lewis.
You want me to mitre these corners? Maybe I should've gone into the bar with you, huh? - Foam or feather? - Foam.
Maybe I shouldn't have let Margie leave.
- I was too tough on that mechanic.
- No, no.
You're doing fine.
You're doing good.
I'm proud of you.
I gotta sleep.
Goodnight, big man.
Goodnight.
What is it? I'm not in the mood for gossip.
Well, I think this ought to cheer you up.
Look at this Seems that last year, Colonel Granger gave his in-laws a lucrative plumbing contract, our friends over at Cooder Plumbing.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
They really milked it, too, claiming all the toilets needed new fittings, they overcharged for parts, they even charged for gasoline going to and from their office.
Al you don't seem very surprised by all this.
I'm not very surprised, I'm stunned.
- Did you leak this story? - I don't know what you mean.
Giardello.
Yes, sir Yes, I will.
Captain Barnfather wants to see me in his office.
The Mayor went a little crazy.
He's decided Granger needs more time in his garden.
Wow! We'll still have a big send-off dinner, but as of now, Bert's been retired.
Retired? I'm your new colonel.
Oh Well, that's a tough break for him, but congratulations to you, really! Thank you.
Of course, you realise this leaves my position open? - Yeah, I understood that.
- I thought you should hear it from me.
We are going to offer the captain's job to Megan Russert.
- You have a problem? - No, I don't have a problem.
I just logged in 30 years in the department and she's racked up an impressive ten.
This was the Mayor's call.
He wants the hierarchy demographically correct.
Demographically correct? 75 per cent of the voting public out there is blind! in this city are women, so Russert and me complement each other.
Was merit ever a consideration? Lieutenant Russert's very qualified to be captain.
Hey! Are you Lyle Warner? - Yeah.
- Come here a second.
I'm Detective Munch, this is Detective Bolander.
We're investigating the death of your grandparents.
- Oh.
- Elden's your dad? Yeah.
- Live in the coach house here? - Yeah.
You speak very economically, you know that? - No! - Lyle where were you the night your grandparents died? I was having dinner with some friends.
I thought you had a lacrosse tournament in Annapolis? Yeah, I did.
I meant earlier.
How could you be at dinner at the same time? - I wasn't! - You just said you were.
I didn't know what night you meant.
We're talking about the night that your grandparents were killed.
Yeah I was in my room, but I didn't hear anything.
The way your grandparents were killed, there would have been some noise, some screaming, maybe.
That's cos I was listening to Danzig and I had it cranked up pretty loud.
Pardon me for saying this but you're not acting like a kid whose grandparents were just murdered.
- How am I supposed to act? - Lyle, let's go have a little talk.
I'm gonna be as honest with you as I can.
You're a liar! You weren't at any lacrosse tournament at Annapolis! You were sitting on your skinny ass, waiting for it to get dark.
You were gonna beat your grandparents to death, so you'd triple your earnings and go on a sabbatical! Tell me I'm wrong! The house goes to my father and I have a trust, so you see, money isn't my problem.
- What is your problem? - Why are you yelling? Sit down! I'm yelling at you because I happen to think you murdered two innocent old people! Call me crazy! - I didn't kill my grandparents! - Rich bottom-feeders like you aren't satisfied as long as you know somebody else has more than you.
Munch Out.
- 'What? ' - 'Take a walk.
'We need to talk, Lyle and I alone.
'Sorry about my partner.
He's a little tense.
'Let's take these off.
' This isn't about greed, is it, kid? Do you know who my father is? Hey, Al.
Er I guess you know I just had my meeting with Barnfather.
- Are you OK with this? - No! Al, don't! No offence, but this is ridiculous and you know it! They said we work by merit, but race and anatomy mean more around here! I know that! It's not like I asked for the damn job.
- You didn't turn it down, either! - Hey! How stupid would that have been? Very.
I'd like to think that I earned this promotion because of my record, but I know damn well it's because I'm a woman.
This department's getting so politically correct it's scaring me.
Look I'm gonna say this just once.
I'm not angry with you.
I'm just I'm just angry! - I got work to do.
- Yeah.
'Does your father ever take you on these long trips of his? ' 'No.
' 'That's a shame.
' I don't know why not.
It looked like it would be fun to me.
- He just doesn't.
- You ever ask him? - Yeah.
- He say no? Look, I don't remember.
How does it make you feel when he just takes off and leaves you behind? My father was a stevedore.
You know what that is? He worked commercial piers, up and down the beach.
One day, guys would be loading sugar and some other day they'd be unloading steel pipe.
He took me with him sometimes.
Those ships they looked as big as the moon.
It was it was fun! To be with my father, you know? Where's your mother? - She's dead.
- She die a long time ago? She died after I left for school.
I was 14.
My grandmother actually called me and told me.
- Your grandmother Warner? - Yeah.
- 'Did your father call you? ' - 'No.
' You must be very close to your grandparents.
Oh, yeah! Kay! Kay! Hey! I heard you closed the Gasperino case without even leaving the office.
Pembleton was bedazzled.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
- Hey, Kay - Uh-huh? I'm sorry about the other morning.
I was distracted with Bayliss.
- Welcome back.
- Thanks.
I got something I wanna show you.
I moved your desk back.
What? - Move it back again.
- What do you mean, "Move it back"? I mean I got a new winning streak going.
I like my desk in the new spot.
Move it back again.
Move it back, huh? Move it back.
Your dad's office called.
He said he's gonna be late.
He's tied up at a fundraiser over at the Harbor Court.
- He knows why you have me here? - Yeah.
You dad sounds like a nice man.
His heart's in the right place.
He's out there doing things for others who have less than he does.
- He's setting a good example.
- Oh, is he? - You should be proud.
- Right! Munch, why don't you take another little walk? Let's see if we can get Mr Warner out of his meeting.
Lyle how long was your father gone on his last trip? - Two weeks.
- Did he call you? - No.
- Did he call your grandparents? But he didn't talk to you? No.
How does that make you feel? Your grandparents have to tell you he calls.
- He doesn't wanna talk to you.
- It made me feel angry! It pissed me off! I guess I mean, he is my father.
You're gonna feel better when you get this off your chest.
I'm here to hear you out.
I'm not gonna go anywhere.
My father told me he was gonna call at eight o'clock, so I drive home like a maniac so I wouldn't miss his call.
He promised you and he said he's going to call? - Yeah.
- And what happened? I walked in the house around 7:30.
My grandparents told me that I already missed the call.
And you are angry? Oh, yeah! What did you do? I started screaming.
- I started throwing stuff.
- What did you hit them with? My old lacrosse stick.
I picked it up and I started I started swinging it at them and then I kept on hitting them and it was like I couldn't stop.
I just hit them and I Your son's gonna need a lawyer, Mr Warner.
- Kay.
- Hey, Stan.
- It's good to be back, huh? - Yeah, great.
So your day going good? Perfect.
You? Oh, yeah! Couldn't couldn't be better.
Never missed a step.
Me neither.