Father Dowling Mysteries (1989) s03e01 Episode Script

MAN: I'm always on time.
Well, that's very
commendable, mister.
No mister. Just
Stuart from Toronto.
I'm new in town.
- You could be the chief of police.
- Oh, you want ID?
Ten thousand dollars.
Is that enough ID for you?
Pleasure doing business
with you, Mr. Vale.
Who's the mark?
Right here.
This lovely little
lady. Right here.
STUART: Ten thousand
more when it's done.
You got it.
[ALARM RINGING]
- Hi, Marie.
- Hi.
Will you tell Frank
that I got the car?
I gotta make my clothing
pickups downtown.
What is it?
I'm sorry, Sister, I
just can't get over it.
Over what?
Well, you and this
princess here in the paper.
Well, she's practically
your spitting image.
Princess? What princess?
She's not exactly
a princess though,
- she's more like a royal
cousin. FRANK: Hmm?
"Lady Cara Winston,
cousin by marriage
to the Prince of Wales, spotted
outside a London dance club
with her rumored fiancé,
rowdy Manchester rock star,
Sean McAllister."
Lady Cara, heh. Father
Dowling, you know,
I'm hoping to meet
her this evening.
- Really, Father Prestwick?
- Heh, yes, yes, it's really very exciting.
Lady Cara is in Chicago with
the British Trade Delegation.
The delegation is hosting
a reception at the consulate.
I've been invited.
You, Father?
Well, actually, it's the bishop's
invitation but because he's out of town
- I'm going as his aide, heh.
- Hmm.
I don't know. Do you really
think there's a resemblance?
Well, I don't see it.
She's royalty, Sister
Stephanie. Heh, you're a nun.
Dear, no, I'm afraid today's
completely booked, Lady Cara.
Interviews with the local press.
Luncheon with the Chicago
Chamber of Commerce.
Wait, you're free at 11:00.
No, sorry that's when you'll
receive a floral presentation
from a delegation
of schoolchildren.
This is impossible.
Won't I have any time
to see Chicago alone?
Uh, ugh.
Sean. He's waiting
for me downtown.
Sir Robert is head of the delegation.
He can overrule the consulate staff.
Yes, but Gloria, you know
he watches me like a hawk.
If he suspects I'm meeting Sean,
he'll chain me up in
the attic or something.
So think of something else.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
All right.
I'm sorry, Robert, I didn't
realize you were occupied.
Never mind, it isn't important.
My dear Cara, what is it?
- Uh, I
- What's wrong?
I feel like a circus
bear. I truly do.
Mrs. Gibbons has me shuffling
from one horrible press
conference to another.
- Dear girl.
- I haven't any time for myself,
you see, and I so wanted to buy a
new dress for the reception tonight.
Now I can't and it's just awful.
A new dress? Here in
Chicago? Whatever for?
Foreign exchange.
Economic diplomacy
at its most practical.
Of course you shall
have your new dress.
I'll make the appropriate
excuses to Mrs. Gibbons.
Thank you. Thank you, uncle.
You're a darling. I'll
have Gloria ring up a taxi.
Oh, that won't be necessary.
Stuart can drive the
consular limousine.
- Stuart?
- My bodyguard.
Sir Robert's taken him on loan.
Oh, I'm sorry. Lady Cara Winston,
may I present Mr. Louis Vale.
Mr. Vale is a
Chicago businessman
with, uh, investments
in British industry.
- I don't need a bodyguard.
- Oh, you trust me on this, Lady Cara.
The kind of crazies
we got in the States,
anybody who ever had their picture
in the paper needs a bodyguard.
I'm afraid he's right, Cara. Chicago
can be a very dangerous city.
Who knows whom you
might meet out there.
Yes, this is lovely.
I'd like to try it on.
Our dressing room is in back.
Stuart, I am not about
to dash out the rear door.
Of course not. I'll just
keep an eye on things.
- Really, you needn't bother.
- No bother. It's part of my job.
[DOOR OPENS]
Hi. I'm Sister Steve
from St. Michael's.
I'm here to pick up some
stuff for our clothing drive.
Oh, yes. Mr. Scalazi has a nice
big load all ready for you, Sister.
Oh, great. Okay.
This is gonna keep a lot
of homeless women warm.
Sister, I have to go
and help up front.
- Can you manage?
- Oh, sure, no problem. Thanks.
[CARA CRYING]
Um
I'm sorry. Are you all right?
I've never been more
miserable in my life.
- Hey, you're her.
- You're me.
No, you're Lady Cara. You're
that princess in the paper.
Who are you?
You're a nun.
No, I'm Stephanie Oskowski.
My friends call me Steve.
You wouldn't have any
relatives in Poland would you?
[SCOFFS]
- I don't know what to say.
- Heh.
We look enough alike
to be sisters, Sister.
More than sisters.
Really, we change clothes,
I don't think our best
friends could tell us apart.
This is so weird. Wait until
Father Prestwick hears about this.
Could we get a picture
together or something?
Sister, do you
believe in miracles?
Well, it depends on
the miracle, I guess.
[SIGHS]
I need your help.
I am in love with
a wonderful man.
He's handsome, passionate.
He understands me
better than anyone else.
But my uncle Robert, my
guardian, he hates him.
You're talking about that
rock star in the paper, right?
Sean McAllister.
He loves me, Sister.
He loves me. He
followed me to America.
Last night he sent me a message.
He asked me to meet
him at Union Station
at 11:00 this morning.
He said if I didn't come that
he'd know it was over between us.
- It's almost 10:30 now.
- Sister, I need him desperately.
I'm afraid if I don't meet him today,
I may lose the man I love forever.
I guess you'd better
see this guy, huh?
My bloody bodyguard
won't let me out of his sight.
Sister,
you're my only chance.
Oh, ha, no, no,
no, no. I couldn't.
But you said yourself,
if we exchanged clothes
no one could tell us apart.
Look, go with my
bodyguard, Stuart.
I'll see Sean and then you
and I will meet in one hour
at Delmonico's, the restaurant.
We'll change back and
no one is ever the wiser.
Yeah, but, I You're a
princess. I mean, I couldn't.
- I wouldn't know what to do.
- Shop for an hour.
You needn't buy
anything. Just look.
Most shopkeepers
are deliriously happy
just to have a
royal hanging about.
Please, Sister.
I realize you're a nun.
Surely once in your life you
felt for a man as I do for Sean.
- Ahem.
- Aah!
Very nice.
- Brief yet, uh, stylish, heh.
- Heh.
How much did you say it was?
Well, of course it's a Scalazi
original. Ten thousand.
Ten thousand dollars?
Lady Cara, we have to
get back to the consulate.
Oh, uh, no. I have to be at
lunch at Delmonico's in an hour.
I'm afraid not. Apparently
there's a reporter from Channel 3
wanting an interview.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Oh, Lady Cara,
the reporter who wanted to do
the interview, he's just canceled.
- I'm so sorry.
- Oh, good.
Then I can still make
lunch downtown.
No, dear. No. You're having luncheon
with the Chamber of Commerce
and afterwards the floral
presentation and then of course
there's the press conference.
Press conference?
Is there a phone I could use?
Well of course.
Hmm, in the parlor.
- That way?
- Yes.
Thank you.
MAN [OVER PHONE]: Don't
worry. Even if our little lady
doesn't go out again there'll be
plenty of people at tonight's reception.
Lots of cover. You
can take her there.
Heh, hey, this one is so
easy I ought to do it myself.
Consider it done.
I'm Father Dowling from St.
Michael's. Someone sent a car.
Father Dowling.
Oh, how good of you to
come on such short notice.
The Archbishop will be pleased.
The Archbishop of Chicago?
Oh, no. Dear, no. Canterbury.
He isn't even Catholic.
Lady Cara promised
the Archbishop
she'd see you when
she came to Chicago.
Unfortunately, she only
informed me this morning.
Um, I'll just let her know that you
and Detective Sgt. Clancy are here.
Clancy?
Apparently I'm an old
pal of the chief inspector
- at Scotland Yard.
- At Scotland Yard. Mm-hm.
Yeah.
Lady Cara, may I introduce
Father Francis Dowling
and Detective Sergeant
Maureen Megan Clancy.
How charming. What a
pleasure to meet you both.
Thank you very much, Mrs.
Gibbons, you may go now.
Frank, you better sit down.
You too Clancy. You are
never gonna believe this.
- Steve?
- What?
Clancy, it's Ste Sister, what
on earth are you doing here?
That's what I
wanted to tell you.
Things may have gotten
just a little bit out of hand.
So when I couldn't get away I
tried calling you at the rectory,
Frank, but I picked up the phone
and somebody was on the line.
- And this is where it gets crazy.
- Now it's crazy.
Clancy, whoever was on the phone
is planning a snatch
at the reception later.
- A kidnapping?
- Yes, and I am the target.
Or Lady Cara is, which right now is
me, unless of course she shows up
which she shouldn't because
then she'd be in danger
which right now she's
not because I'm here, see?
- They're gonna kidnap Lady Cara.
- Yes, Frank.
- And this is my plan.
CLANCY: Your plan?
My plan. I'm gonna stay
here and be Lady Cara.
- Oh, Steve, no.
- Now Clancy, that will give you
plenty of time to call the
FBI and arrange protection
- for tonight's reception.
- Sister Stephanie.
We can't let the consulate know.
We don't know who's involved.
- What? I
- Shh.
I'll tell you what.
The answer is no.
What if they take you
before the reception?
I heard them say on the phone
that they weren't gonna make a move
unless I went out again,
which means I'm
safe until the reception.
And if I'm safe then
Lady Cara is safe.
Now you both have to
admit, it makes sense.
Oh.
Don't go out. Stay
within sight of at least
two or three
people at all times.
- If anything happens, you call 911.
- Mm.
I'll be back before the
reception with half a squad.
Yeah.
- I can't believe I'm letting you do this.
- Well, you know I'm right.
I hope my captain
sees it your way.
Steve, I really don't
think this is a good idea.
But there's no other
- Steve, what are you doing?
- Frank, I know that guy.
What guy?
That guy. Willie Lupinski.
Back in the neighborhood we
used to call him Willie the Whisper.
Why are we watching him?
Frank, Willie never did an
honest day's work in his life.
His specialty is carrying
the bag for the bad guys.
Now that guy is a truck
driver like I'm a princess.
- Why did he switch cases?
- I don't know.
I think maybe I should have a
talk with your old neighbor, Willie.
Where can I find him?
Probably AI's Pool
Hall downtown, Frank.
Take the limo. What are
you gonna do with Lady Cara?
Well, maybe she'll
stay at the rectory.
To tell you the truth, I
don't think she's the type.
Now, you listen to
me. You be careful.
Somebody here is
planning a kidnapping.
- If they suspect that you suspect
- Don't worry about it.
- I got them buffaloed.
- Yeah.
You got me buffaloed too.
[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
Oh.
Lady Cara.
- Lady Cara, please.
- What do you want?
I'm Father Dowling from
St. Michael's Church.
Sister Stephanie, she's
an associate of mine.
She can't meet you now.
I can't explain it here
but it's very important
that you come
with me right away.
A priest.
Who's your uncle gonna send
next, the Buckingham Palace Guard?
I assure you this has nothing
to do with Lady Cara's family.
With all due respect, Father,
would you please stay out of
matters that don't concern you?
Now, Cara,
this is our last chance.
You've got to make
up your own mind.
Darling, we have been over this.
Yes, you can let Sir Robert run
your life and that's what you like.
I'm not gonna let him run mine.
I'm leaving for New
York tomorrow morning.
Come with me.
- Please don't do this.
- I love you.
And I know you love me too.
If I can't have all of
you, I'll have none of you.
Right.
Tell your uncle he's won, then.
[SIGHS]
[SIGHS]
I think I'm ready
for last rites, Father.
Not yet. I'm afraid I have
more bad news for you.
This will only take
a minute, I hope.
[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
- Good to see you.
- Hey, how's it going?
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
[ALL CHATTERING]
Oh.
I thought you were
gonna wait in the car.
Father Dowling, from
what I understand
most of this concerns
me more than it does you.
And besides, if anyone
inside the consulate is involved
I can identify them. You can't.
Hello.
[CHUCKLES]
Uh, excuse me.
We're looking for a man
named, uh, Willie Lupinski.
Well, you might know
him as Willie the Whisper.
Maybe we should
leave. This is really more
Sister Stephanie's
territory than mine.
What would she do?
- Steve?
- Yes.
Huh. She'd probably challenge
that big guy to a game of pool
in exchange for
Willie's address.
- Oh, I can do that.
- Heh.
I used to watch my uncle play
snooker at the family estate in Carlisle.
- No.
- You there.
Hello. I propose a
friendly match of billiards.
If I win, you tell us where
to find this gentleman.
What was his name, Father
Dowling? William Lupinski?
- Willie. Willie.
- Yes, of course.
- Willie.
- Yeah?
Uh, so, what if you, uh, lose?
In that unlikely case,
this will be yours.
Uh-huh.
Rack them up.
- Oh, yes, very good.
- Mm.
ALL: Whoa!
[ALL SHOUTING]
Clear the table, please,
I'd like to have another go.
- Sister, stop.
- Sister's just getting warmed up.
Right. Somebody called
for him from Nectar Bottling,
down by the railroad
yard at Union Station.
He's supposed
to be there at 5:00.
That's all I know. Now
please get her out of here.
Right. Thank you,
my son. Come, Sister.
- Well, I guess we showed them.
- We certainly did.
You're not Lady Cara.
We've been together
since we were girls.
I know her like a sister.
Who are you?
[STEVE & GLORIA
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[DOOR OPENS]
Anything I can
do for you ladies?
Not at all. Lady Cara
and I were just discussing
the musical selections
for tonight's reception.
If we need you,
Stuart, we'll call.
For a minute there I thought
you were gonna turn me in.
- Heh.
- Why didn't you?
Well as I've told you,
Sister, I've known Lady Cara
since we were girls and
switching places with you
is just the sort of silly
thing she would do.
Heh, come on.
Take a look at this.
Ugh, there had to have
been 100,000 dollars in here.
- Who took it?
- I don't know.
Whoever's behind the kidnapping.
As I'm sure you understand,
out of respect for tradition,
a certain quality of decorum
should be maintained
when meeting with a
member of the Royal Family.
We rise when she appears.
We sit when she sits.
We stand when she stands.
Now, you're all ready for Lady
Cara so if you'll excuse me,
I'll go and fetch her.
As long as the kidnappers think
that I'm Lady Cara then she's safe.
So I've got to be
her. How long is?
Acting like royalty is
harder than you thought.
Well, tell me about it,
Gloria, I really need your help.
Oh, my goodness.
You're not even changed yet.
And the press conference
starts in 10 minutes.
- Press conference?
- Oh, dear, yes.
It's your favorite topic.
World politics?
- Foreign trade?
- Dear, no. High fashion.
Now, come on.
No, no!
Father Philip Prestwick is
here. I just saw his car outside.
It's better that you
remain Steve for a while.
Keeping secrets is not
one of Phil's strong points.
Well, Willie the Whisper won't
be at the bottling plant until 5.
I'm gonna give Steve
a call at the consulate.
Father Dowling, I have
been waiting for you for hours.
Tell me, how did it
go at the consulate?
- Oh, it was a revelation.
- Heh, did you see Lady Cara?
Were you able to arrange an
audience for me at the reception?
I'm afraid she wasn't there.
[SNAPS FINGERS]
[SIGHS]
Such a disappointment
for me, Sister.
I really hoped I'd have a chance
to meet Lady Cara in person.
- Why?
- Oh, Sister.
Royalty have a aura
that sets them apart.
It's a certain style from
centuries of breeding and tradition.
[SIGHS]
It doesn't matter what you call
it. Glamor, charisma, you cannot,
you cannot be in the same
room with a royal without feeling it.
- If I could have shaken her hand, heh.
- Mm.
Oh, Sister, and you're a nun. This
isn't something you'd understand.
[SIGHS]
- I saw Princess Di.
- Hmm.
On television, when she
visited the United States.
You know what I'm talking about?
[MARIE CLEARS THROAT]
I have to get ready
for the reception.
- I'm sorry I can't stay for dinner.
- It's all right, Father.
He's already eaten
half the dessert.
I need a little help out in the
kitchen. We've got carrots to scrape.
Carrots?
Now, don't forget. If they
curtsey you simply bow.
- I bow.
- When you stand, they stand.
- When I stand, they stand.
- I'll give you a signal when to end.
- Just thank them and leave.
- I don't know.
- I'm really nervous about this.
- Don't be.
- You'll be fine.
- Okay. Let's go.
[ALL CHATTERING]
[CAMERA CLICKING]
Uh, Lady Cara, for many people
on both sides of the Atlantic,
the Royal Family's the
final arbiter of good taste.
How would you describe
your personal style?
Very uncomplicated.
Seriously, Lady Cara, would you say
you favor the Avant Garde in fashion
or do you prefer a more
traditional, unstudied elegance?
Um
I don't think you can go
wrong with basic black.
- Uh, but you're wearing hot pink.
- Oh, do you mean this? Um
Well, actually I don't dress
like this all the time, you see.
WOMAN: Lady Cara?
- Yes?
Exactly which designers
do you patronize?
Well, I don't really
shop around, you see?
So you have your
own private couturier?
Who is it? Valentino?
Chanel? Ungaro?
[CHUCKLES]
Look
Don't you think there's
something wrong talking about
About $10,000
dresses and high fashion
when there are
people on the street
who don't even have a coat to
wear or a place to sleep at night.
I mean, aren't their
lives more important
than where I get my hair done
or what kind of shoes I wear?
I mean, don't you think?
- Hey, Sister, I'm running late.
- I'm sorry.
It's harder than it looks.
You're not Sister Stephanie.
[GASPS]
You're that princess
from the newspaper.
- Your Highness.
- Oh, please don't.
I don't believe it.
You're really her? I mean,
you, right here in my kitchen?
- Oh, here, let me do that.
- Oh, no, I don't mind. Honestly, Marie.
But you're a princess.
If you cut yourself,
you'll be spilling royal blood.
I'll survive. I really wish
you wouldn't make a fuss.
Heh, whatever you
say, Your Highness.
What are you doing
here, dressed like that?
It's a long story, I'm afraid.
Bet it's all about that boyfriend of
yours. Well, now don't you worry.
Father Dowling's gonna see
that everything comes out all right.
- Say, you're doing just fine.
- Yes, I am, aren't I?
[FRANK CLEARS THROAT]
Oh, Father, what ever
happened to Sister Stephanie?
Can't fool you, can I, Marie?
I just tried to reach Steve,
she's holding a press conference.
- Oh, my.
- I hope she knows what she's doing.
- I hope I know what I'm doing.
- It's almost 5:00.
That's when that large man said we'd
find William the Whisperer. Shall we?
FRANK: Mm.
- Oh Father, I
- I'll explain it all to you later, Marie.
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
[CHUCKLES]
[PHONE RINGING]
Hello?
Oh, look, I don't know if I've
got anything to say to you.
Well, I have
something to say to you.
Cara and I have had a
little talk about your situation
and I must say she makes
a very persuasive argument.
Right. So, just why
are you calling me?
Well, I'm not saying that
I've changed my mind
but I am willing
to hear you out.
Well, I'll come over right now.
Now isn't such a good
time. Let's make it later.
We're hosting a
reception but I'll find time.
Uh, come to the back
and you'll avoid the press.
Use the garden gate.
I'll see you, say, 6:00?
- All right, see you then.
- That will be fine.
He'll be there.
LOU: Get your
supplies and get out.
- Come on, Lou, talk to me.
- Get out!
You owe your bookies five large,
that's your problem. End of discussion.
Get out of here.
Father Dowling, I know that man.
FRANK: Huh?
This one.
He was at the
consulate this morning.
He was chatting with Uncle
Robert, his name is Louis Vale.
- Hmm, he's also quite a world traveler.
- Hmm.
Canceled airline tickets.
Bogota, Panama City,
Zurich, Miami, the Bahamas.
Sir Robert, your guardian,
isn't he connected with the
British Trade Delegation?
Hmm, yes, he's head of it.
Would he be entitled
to diplomatic privileges?
I mean, could he go through
customs without being searched?
Naturally. Why?
[LOU SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Willie's an idiot. I think
it's time we retired that boy.
Look at those beauties.
[LOU CHUCKLING]
That's it.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Hey.
- Everything set at your end?
- Sir Robert has everything set.
The reception starts in a hour.
- No serial numbers.
- Correct.
And with the rock and
roller taking the rap,
you got a clean shot at
taking her out. All right?
Let's get out of here.
Taking her out? This isn't
a kidnapping, it's murder.
- They're gonna kill you.
- What?
Oh, my God. Not you, Steve.
[DOORKNOB CLICKS]
[FRANK GRUNTS]
Too bad Sister Stephanie
isn't here to open this.
I don't understand.
What in the world is going on?
This is the same crate that
Willie took from the consulate.
Now it looks like
your uncle, Sir Robert,
has been using his
diplomatic immunity
to smuggle diamonds through
customs for Mr. Louis Vale.
Yes, but why would
they want to kill me?
I don't know.
But Sir Robert wouldn't Oh.
He wouldn't be in cahoots
with a man like Louis Vale
unless he was being
blackmailed or needed money.
Father Dowling, Sir
Robert is my guardian.
If he wanted money, he could
have gotten it from my estate.
Yes, but if he did, you'd
know about that, wouldn't you?
No, I don't check the
account. I'm not a bookkeeper.
And anyway, I don't officially
inherit until my 25th birthday.
- And when is that?
- Next month.
- Well, then that's the answer.
- What is?
I think Sir Robert has been
embezzling from your estate
and if he has, he can't run
the risk of you finding out.
He's gotta get you
out of the way right now
before you come in
to your inheritance.
Oh, my God, Sister
Stephanie is in danger.
That's why we
gotta get out of here.
- Well, could we break the glass?
- No, it's been reinforced.
But wait a minute.
Maybe, just maybe
- we can burn our way out.
- Oh, my God.
MAN: Pick up lines one and two.
FRANK: I promise
you, it wasn't a prank.
- I am a priest.
- Relax, Father.
I used to be a parishioner
at St. Michael's.
I saw you practically
every Sunday.
I'll call Sergeant Clancy.
We'll get this straightened out.
In the meantime, I think I
know where I can find you.
Heh, thanks.
Father Dowling, the
reception starts in 20 minutes.
FRANK: Oh.
- Used to be a parishioner?
CARA: Father Dowling?
Oh.
I have men posted at all the doors.
Nobody's taking you anywhere, Sister.
Did you call the rectory?
Marie said Father Dowling
and Lady Cara left hours ago.
Hmm, I hope Frank's okay.
[MAN GRUNTS]
[TIRES SCREECH]
[TIRES SCREECH]
Excuse me, Father, do
you have an invitation?
- No but I, I
- No one gets in without an invitation.
- I'm sorry, sir.
- Ugh.
I know another way. Come on.
Father Philip Prestwick.
- Thank you, Father.
- Heh, thank you.
It's just about time for Lady
Cara to make her appearance.
- How do I look?
- Like a true lady.
[CHUCKLES]
[ALL CHATTERING]
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]
No, thank you, heh.
SEAN: Cara!
Sean.
Cara!
Oh, he's been knocked out.
I think he'll be okay though.
- I swear I didn't do it, Father.
- I know you didn't.
Sir Robert is trying to
blame you for Cara's murder.
- Lovers' quarrel, your hot temper.
- Cara's murder?
Yes. It's Steve. The girl
who changed places with me.
- They're going to kill her.
- Please! We have to hurry.
Stay here.
[ALL GASP]
[GUN COCKS]
Get her out of here.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
Clancy, Sir Robert.
He's behind this.
[OFFICERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Sean.
- Steve?
- I'm okay. I'm all right.
PHILIP: Argh.
- Oh.
Father Prestwick? Phil?
[SIGHS]
Father Prestwick,
are you all right?
[SIGHS]
Thank you. Bye.
- Pleasure to meet you.
- Thank you.
Thank you very much, Sister.
Thanks to you both.
Lady Cara, it was very
colorful, to say the least.
[CAR DOOR OPENS]
[SIGHS]
Some say I wasn't a very good
nun but you were a very fine princess.
Take care of
yourself, all right?
- Goodbye.
- Bye.
- So long.
- Bye.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Bye.
[SIGHS]
[CHUCKLES]
Well, how did it feel to
be princess for a day, huh?
Ah, Frank, catered
to your every whim.
Waited on you hand and foot.
Your wish was their
command. It was awful.
Awful?
Yeah, they wouldn't
let me drive the car.
Get in.
[GROANS]