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- Yes, and I need to be there

so no harm comes to Miss Dawson.

Mr. Walker, you have

to come out in the open.

If you don't, how are you

ever gonna marry Miss Dawson?

- I'd love to marry her.

- Oh, that's so sweet!

Well, we need to find out

which hotel it is,

and then we can just use you as bait.

What are you doing here?

I live here, you geek. I mean,

may I please have a moment?

The suspense is killing me.

What do you want?

Out of the kindness of my heart,

I've decided to clue you in.

Come on.

Anything on the disk?

Just air.

Let's go to work.

"I know who you are. Meet

me under the palm in the lobby

at the Fairmark Hotel,

Saturday at 2 p. m. "

- The Fairmark!

- Oh, yes!

- Kids, you in there?

- Dad!

Hey, what's going on?

- Oh, hi, Dad.

- Mr. Gold.

What are you guys doing?

- Um... yeah.

- Just learning some new dance steps.

It's shuffle-ball-change,

Taylor, not change-ball-shuffle.

- You're such an idiot.

- I know you really are.

Okay, well, uh,

I'm going to go

and prepare for

tomorrow's assignment.

- Bye, Dad!

- Love you.

Okay, let's get

ahold of Mr. Walker.

We just need to stake out

the Fairmark at 2 p. m. Tomorrow.

Hi, Dad. Bye, Dad.

- Hold up, honey.

- What's up?

There's been some troubling

developments concerning Mr. Walker.

"Police today have announced

that missing schoolteacher,

Orlando Walker, may be a wanted

embezzler, in hiding since 1987.

A spokesperson for

the police department says

that Walker faces many years

of prison if convicted.

A sizable reward has

been posted for information

regarding Mr. Walker's whereabouts. "

- Oh, my gosh.

- I'm sorry, honey.

You can't always

tell a book by its cover.

Well, does it say there

if anyone knows where he is?

No. Apparently, he's still missing.

Great! I mean, I'm late.

I gotta go, Dad.

- Have a nice day. Bye, Gilda!

- Bye, dear!

- Lexy!

- Yeah?

I thought you could

use these walkie-talkies.

I picked up some extras.

That's a great idea,

but are you sure?

You may need them.

Thanks.

Good luck.

You know, I just may keep you.

Bye.

Okay. Are you ready?

I think those kids are up to no good.

Hmm. That looks

pretty good over there.

Oh! Come on, Gabe.

It's 2:
00!

Can you stand it? It's 2:00!

Okay, guys. Places.

No, not Miss Dawson.

I left her a message to lie low,

but she probably didn't understand.

No. Don't do it, Mr. Walker.

It's Mr. Goldblum!

What?

Or not.

It's that homeless

guy with Mr. Walker's coat.

And look! Mrs. P?

It's Miss Stern!

Is she meeting Mr. Goldblum?

I'm confused.

Okay, are we on some new

TV show with hidden cameras?

Lexy.

I don't care what the prizes are.

This is getting too insane.

- Lexy!

- What?

Meany!

Petrossian.

Granville. I...

I can't believe it's you.

Y- You did this to me? Why?

I was your best employee,

your-your toughest deal maker.

I never did believe

you were a dead man.

You ruined my life. For all

intents and purposes, I am dead.

Well,

I must say, for a dead man,

you certainly seem

to be enjoying yourself.

Right. Enjoy living my

life on the run. You set me up.

Of course I did, old boy.

You're such an easy mark.

Why not make it easy

on yourself now and...

...hand it over?

I don't have the money.

Well, of course you don't have

the money, you fool. Just...

Just give me what belongs to me.

Don't go there, Mr. Walker.

Just trap him.

To make you go away, I'll give

you... half of it right now.

Half.

Half?

What are you

talking about, you fool?

Ow!

Who sent you?

Ow! Aah! Oh! Ow!

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. It's just my ankle.

Don't let him get away! Oh!

Okay. You two go up,

and Jack and I will go down.

What the...?

There he is. Come on!

Look out!

Let's get out of here!

Oh!

Jack! Jack, I'm stuck!

Jack!

Come on!

Wow. Thank you, Jack.

Uh, come on.

Which way do we go?

Wait here, Jack.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, my gosh.

Miss Dawson! Are you okay?

Oof, talk about

a fashion emergency.

I receive an exclusive invitation

for a free day at the spa,

and this is what it gets me.

What in the world

is going on here?

What are you doing here?

Well, it's a long story.

- But, for starters, Mr. Walker's alive.

- What?

Well, you're gonna flip

when you hear the details,

but they have to wait.

Right now, we have to 86 Granville.

He's the guy that issued this

oh-so-exclusive invitation.

Oh, Miss Dawson.

Forgive me for hosing you down

like this, but I've gotta go.

Oh!

Are you okay?

Ladies and gentlemen,

quiet, please.

May I have your attention?

Thank you.

I am pleased to introduce someone

who has spent the last four weeks

living undercover as a homeless

man on the streets of Brooklyn.

He's here today

to tell us his story.

Ladies and gentlemen,

city council member Gary Eikare.

All right, Gary!

I am proud

to stand before you

today as a man

with some small insight into

the poverty on our streets.

Do you see this old coat?

To some, a coat

is merely an accessory,

a fashion statement.

To others, a coat

is a form of shelter.

A means of survival.

This dreary old coat

is practically the only

offering of kindness

I received in the past month.

A man literally took it

off his back... to keep me warm.

Good job!

That rag, a form of shelter?

Never thought of it that way.

Well, there's

a first time for everything.

Hey, come on.

Lexy.

Ah.

- Ma'am?

- Oh, get me a cold one, garon.

Right away.

Oh!

- Mr. Walker!

- Have you seen Miss Dawson?

Um... Oh, there she is.

Hello!

Oh.

Aren't they just the bee's knees?

We... We lost him.

- What?

- What's going on here?

Hello. We're just

having tea with my grandma.

Come on, guys.

Grandma!

Can I get you a Napoleon?

Oh, thank you, sweetheart.

Hi.

He couldn't have gotten too far.

Now, everyone, be cool.

Oh, wait. I have an idea.

Jack, there he is.

- Go! Go get him!

- Uh...

Aah! What's this?

Ladies, grab your purses!

Oh!

Aah!

Freeze!

Granville Falco,

masguerading as Detective Meany.

What kind of an alias is that?

Ugh, he was a meany, all right.

We'll see how mean

he is behind bars.

It seems that Miss Stern

liked Mr. Walker,

and she got jealous

about Miss Dawson

when she saw the picture in the paper.

She went snooping around his place

to see if he had

disappeared just to avoid her.

Meanwhile, Mr. Goldblum was

being rejected by Miss Dawson.

But as you can see, he soon set

his sights on Miss Stern, and voil.

All's well that ends well.

Oh, boy. Mr. Walker's mom.

Don't they look sweet together?

We just have this teeny-weeny little

problem about Mr. Walker's future.

I'm pretty sure Miss Dawson would prefer

not to be married in a prison chapel.

I must say, Detective Potter

looks so much better without the knobs.

And last but not least, Dad.

Dad?

I have waited

years for this moment!

I passed two kidney stones

and a case of sciatica

in the time it's taken me

to see you in handcuffs.

I'd have grandchildren by now

if it weren't for you.

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