♪ The banger boys have said goodbye ♪
♪ they're wearing their marching suits ♪
♪ we can hear their little sweethearts sigh ♪
♪ to the tattoo of their boots ♪ goodbye, Susanna
♪ I'm savannah bound ♪ I hope that's where I'll fight
tonight # # I'll be standing on
solid ground #
Brett Mobley ... a friend, a
son to many. Here in the cold, we stand and
muster. The milk what ate the honey
goat. Never dawns the day.
But clover fades what the dead cannot undone.
Words in spirit, autumn's somber jig.
Who knew?
As time goes by, I'll always remember...
It's okay, buddy!
It's okay! ...Look to the stars and the
sea. And all the...
Okay! Oh, God, Brett!
I know I can't do that anymore.
I'm ... I'm out of gasoline. Uh, I got my nose caught in a
door once. Stupid idiot!
It's okay,
Brett! It's okay!
Peeking in on a newlywed
couple. Anyway, so long, Brett.
I'll see you later. Toodle-oo, you rascal, you.
I'll come over here and, by God, I'll crawl in here.
I don't give a [bleep].
Uh, okay.
No, no. No, no, no, no.
Uh...
All right, Chris. Let's go through it one more
time. How did he wind up in the
chipper? Fellas, come on.
Is this really necessary? I mean, marshals die every day.
Don't you have more important things to investigate?
Like, for example, how it's possible that Saul Rubinek
hasn't been recognized for his film work yet?
I mean, the man simply lights up the screen.
I mean, he really does, I dare say.
Oh. Huh?
Hmm? Ooh!
Sorry, Chris.
You come in here with your smart lines about Saul Rubinek.
Why don't you just tell us what happened?
Okay, fellas.
Here's how I remember it.
We had cornered Nick Shipley and his goons down at the old lumber
mill, and we were going in for the kill.
One of them must have thrown a wig on that wood chipper, and
Brett thought it was a pretty lady, and he dives in for a
kiss, keister-first, upside-down, Mobley-style.
'Twas all she wrote. Okay, if that's your
statement, all I need is for you to sign.
Ah, sure. I'll put my little siggy pop
right here. Here you g...
Aah!
Okay. Nice signature.
Ah, from your lips to God's hips.
Arrivederci, fellas.
Morning, Chris. Where you been?
Oh, D'Alessandro. I think the guy's a little sweet
on me. A new case just came in.
I, uh ... I ...
Geez, Cappy, have you
been hitting the syrup? You're starting to stick, there.
Oh, so I am. Uh, that damn changeover.
Changeover? Yeah, new marshals are
coming. Every few decades, uh, the old
guard gets absorbed, and a new crop is spit out.
I-I guess my time's up. Anyway, uh, I got a report that
a bunch of sea creatures have been stolen from the aquarium.
I want you guys to go check it out.
Um, I have a case that might be a little more pressing.
Hmm? There's been a lot of
chatter about a cocaine deal going down at the docks this
Thursday night. Sorry, kid.
Drug busts don't make the headlines.
Even landlubbers know that. If you want ink ... and I don't
mean squid ink ... you better go find those missing squids.
Well, I think our friend, uh, Brett back there
knows a thing or two about docking.
Don't you, Brett?
Huh? Well, somebody
mentioned docks earlier in the conversation.
Chris. What?
Brett's dead. Huh?
It's okay!
Um, will you all excuse me? I think I've got to go take a
walk around the toilet. Sorry, my bad.
Why don't you just tell us
what happened? They got us
surrounded, buddy. What do we do?
All right, let's show them a back-to-back
stack n' Jack. On three.
Un, deux, trois.
Okay, switch. Oh! Aah!
I know what you did.
Really?
Yeah. I know everything.
About Brett? Yeah, and if you don't do
what I say, I'm spilling. What do you want?
You work for me now.
Eleanor! Eleanor! Oh. Eleanor!
You'll never guess the day I had.
Go on. Guess. Save your serenading for the
follies, Bernard. Spit it.
I got one, Eleanor. I got a golden chump.
After all these dry months, one just fell right into my lap ...
right there ... ka-plop. Bernie moss lap time for one
grade-a chumperoo. Oh, Eleanor, if only you could
have seen it. It started like any other day.
I know what you did.
No, I'm ...
I went around cold-accusing anyone who'd give me an ear for
a half a shake. It was a rousing string of the
usual defeats and indignities. I was just about to give up on
the whole thing. Stupid, no-good fool I am.
Who I was kidding, thinking this was a good idea?
Louse. Imbecile. "I know what you
did. I know what you did.
I know what you did."
Really? Yeah.
I know everything. He bought it, Eleanor.
I got him on the hook, right through the curl in his lip.
What's this mean? It means the sun's coming
out, sweetheart. It means our luck's finally
coming 'round. We'll squeeze him for dough, go
to the coast. They got good hospitals there.
You can get your heart treated. This chump's gonna give us a
future. The only chump's the one I'm
looking at. Aw, Hank.
Don't you see? I'm doing this for you.
This goose will pay your way through college, grad school,
even. You know I ain't got the
brains for college. You just want me to go so you
can kid yourself into thinking your life wasn't a total
failure. But all the college in the world
won't make up for the fact that you let my sister die, and now
mom's in the bedroom shooting dope into her veins on account
of it. Oh, God, Hank.
Oh, God! Your dinner's getting cold.
Where are we going?
Aquarium. Stolen sea creatures.
We're gonna question a marine biologist.
Hey, do you mind if we swing by Gertz's first?
I got to pick up a bottle of bromide.
Bromide? It's not for me.
Speaking of which, do you know where a guy could get a pair of
compression socks around here? Who are you running
errands for? Don't worry
about it.
Chris, you left the
car on. Oh, so what?
We're only gonna be in here for a minute.
There's a wall down there, anyway.
I came in yesterday morning, and they were all gone ... the
groupers and starfish ... all of them.
Do you have any enemies that we should know
about? Mm, I don't know.
Maybe those zoo assholes. Okay, well, we're
gonna snoopidy-doop for a little bit.
Check around here.
Chris. You're acting really strange.
Are you all right? Sure, I am.
Are you?
Yeah, actually, I'm ... I'm glad that you brought that
up, because...
...I'm in a bit of a situation. Uh-huh.
I have this...friend who did something really bad,
and I know about it, but no one else knows about it, and I don't
know what to do. Screw him.
Sell him out. What? Really?
Yeah. I'm telling you, honey, he'd
give you up in a heartbeat.
We're all in it for ourselves in this sorry pisspot.
I don't think you completely understand the
situation. Look, you do
the crime, you do the time. Hope the bastard fries for it.
They don't suspect a thing. I'll see you tonight.
"First I'll start you part-time.
Run my errands, marshal." Check.
"Make my calls." Check.
"What's that?
Oh, don't mind if I sit in a rickshaw while you drag me
around the town for all to see." Check. Check. Check.
I know you don't know. About what?
You know. About Chris?
Yeah. Chris. I know you don't have anything
on Chris. You work for Leo Prince now.
I'm Leo Prince.
That you, Bernard? You know, I've been thinking
about what you said, and I think you might be on to something.
I'm willing to give it a shot. Maybe this could be a new
beginning for us. Easy street, here we come.
I never thought it could happen. What do you think?
You look beautiful, Eleanor...like the day we met.