Another Stakeout Page #2

Luella Delano was the witness.

Justice had her under protective custody

until someone blew up the safe house,

- killing several agents.

- How many are several?

Three.

Somehow she got away.

She's made no attempt to contact the Department

ofJustice or the Las Vegas D.A. since then.

- What, no postcard?

- No.

Trial begins next week.

The Feds are all worked up.

Apparently, without Delano

the government has no case.

So all leads are being followed,

including one which leads here.

Phone call Delano made to a number here in

Seattle belonging to a Brian and Pam O'Hara.

- She may be lookin' to lay low with them.

- Anybody check the O'Haras?

They left for their vacation home

on Bainbridge Island two days ago...

which makes putting them

under surveillance a little tricky.

- Stakeout.

- We heard you're good at it.

We cannot rotate surveillance teams.

You'll be on it round the clock.

I have managed to secure the house next to

the O'Haras. It belongs toJudge Hoberman.

- Maximum Dave?

- I've had to promise on my career...

that nothing would happen to his house, so

gentlemen, nothing had better happen to his house.

- So no wipin' your boogers on the sofa.

- Don't say boogers!

- It's a habit ya have to break.

- What's the matter...

Your cover is you're renting the

judge's house for a month of vacation.

As what, friends or lovers?

We think you'll be able

to pass for father and son.

What, are you kidding me?

- Uh-uh.

- Dad?

- No way! Just stop it right now.

- Papa!

- And I'll be going with you?

- Really? As my granddaughter?

- No, your wife.

- My wife?

- Your second wife actually.

- Look, boss, this is not...

Detective!

I'm the boss.

- You're the...

- Yes, Detective, I am the boss.

Okay, this is a joke, right?

Okeydoke.

I'll see ya later.

- Uh, Daddy?

- Don't start with that crap.

- I'm just practicing.

- Oh, practice your prayers, pal.

Come on, come on.

Just try calling me "son"just once.

- You're really getting off on this one. The dad thing.

- Hello, son.

The thing with the dad and the son

thing. This is a big chuckle, right?

- We have to be able to talk.

- Eat me. How's that?

Does Maria let you

talk to her like that?

I'm my own man. When you're all grown

up, you'll understand what that means.

- Hey, Ray. What are you doin'?

- Chris.

Helpin' my sister out.

Sorry, nothin' personal.

"Nothing personal"?

Maria!

- Get out!

- What the hell is going on here?

- I said, "Get out."

- I know what you said.

Then do it

and take your stuff!

Maria, talk to me.

Maria.

- Are you throwing me out?

- Yes!

- What the hell is wrong?

- Nothing your leaving won't cure.

Did I miss a couple of pages? Exactly

what is it I'm supposed to have done?

- You came home.

- I always come home. It's what I do before I go back to work.

Well, I am saving you

a trip.

Could we go back

a couple of steps?

Not that many either.

Just like last night.

Remember? I came home, we had dinner,

we made love, we went to sleep.

In the morning, I got up and went

to work. Now did I miss something?

Ooh!

I'm leaving.

When I come back, I want you gone.

No, not until

you tell me why.

Because I'm tired of wanting

something I'm not gonna get.

- You're happy. I'm not.

- Oh, Maria, we have been over this.

Don't bother, I don't want

to hear the reasons anymore.

Marriage doesn't work in my family. My

parents, my sisters, my brothers, aunts.

Everybody got divorc... If we got

married, that would be the end of this.

What do you think

this is?

- Maria. Maria, we love each other.

- Move!

Why do you want to ruin the whole

thing for a goddamn piece of paper?

Get out of my way,

you a**hole!

I am not leaving.

Do you hear me? I am not leaving!

I'm willing to work this out.

I'm not leaving.

Okay, Chris.

You're right. You stay.

- What are you doing?

- Calling the police.

- Ha-ha-ha! Very funny.

- McGuire, Maria.

M-c-G-u-i-r-e.

Yes, I'd like to report

a domestic disturbance.

That's right, isn't it? I'd hate to be

wrong after living with a cop for six years.

Yes, a domestic disturbance.

I'm being held against my will.

All right. All right!

I'll marry you!

Life is too short.

I don't have much time,

so just listen.

- They don't think Delano's dead.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- Well, then, where the hell is she?

No one knows.

She hasn't contacted anybody.

Chances are, if they find her, it

won't be until after the trial anyway.

- There's no guarantee.

- You're the guarantee, Hassrick.

Do you understand me?

It is not my fault.

It's your man.

You just find her

and you call me. Got it?

Fine. I will.

If I find out.

Hey, guys. Sit tight. I'll be

with you in a second.

So, did she tell you why

or was it just...

- You know.

- Marriage.

- Mmm.

- Mmm, commitment thing.

- So what are you afraid of?

- Advice.

Okay, guys, here it goes.

Unleaded fuel only.

Check the oil when you fill it up

and don't try and use the car phone.

Because...

We disconnected it.

I know you guys might feel a little

tempted to have some fun... Hey!

Chill! Keep your yang

in your pants.

This vehicle goes on sale

at the auction at the end of next week.

The guys upstairs expressly asked

me to ask you two not to mess it up.

You got that?

Okay.

- All right, guys, who gets

the keys? - Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

I'm the dad! This is a family car.

You'll have to beg.

- Hey!

- Whoo-ha!

Hey!

Ave...

So, what do you think?

Left or right?

Well, maybe this

won't be so bad.

We've been in worse situations

than this before, right?

Remember all that stuff

with Drooling Harry?

I told you never to mention

Drooling Harry again.

This is it.

What clown painted this place?

Archie, shut up!

I could use some help up here, please.

Help your mother.

Good boy, yes, you are.

Yes, you are.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Are you nuts? Four bags?

- Oh, please, don't give me that man thing.

- No, no, no.

- This is not a man thing. This is a woman thing.

- Well, this is what I'm taking.

Fine, take the bags!

We're stayin' here.

Isn't this great? Our first fight.

Feel like a family already.

Listen, Detective,

we're supposed to be well-to-do.

I cannot do well-to-do

with one change of clothes.

So this is what I'm taking.

Open the trunk.

We could leave the bugging

equipment and recorder.

I suppose. Of course, we could

write down what they say.

Should have taken that shorthand

course. What about the cameras?

- Leave 'em. You can draw pretty well.

- Yeah.

Just need to pick up some paper and

some crayons, the big thick ones.

- Don't leave the pictures on the refrigerator...

- All right. All right.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

You cannot be paper

every time.

- There are no rules in paper, rock, scissors.

- Yes, there are.

- No, there are not.

- Yes, there are.

- Yes, there are.

- Oh, God, don't be so childish.

Good boy, sit!

- I hope you're taking him for a walk.

- He's coming with us.

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