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- Bring him in the chair. Come on.

- Take him to the bed.

- Hey! Put him in the chair.

Closer to the door.

Okay, okay.

- You wanna help me with this now?

- Yeah.

- All right. Pull.

- I'm pulling.

All right, cut to the left. There.

I'm gonna hook the Jimmy up to the trailer.

Put his pants on.

I know you're not in the mood, Harold.

But only one of us has to be.

This is gonna be great.

You just stay right here. Don't move.

Slippers, thas it.

No, the good slippers. I got this for you.

And you won't need this

where you're going.

Okay.

Here, Harold, pour yourself a stiff one.

I'll put on your slippers.

You look great.

And now, the final touch.

Oh, Jesus. Harold, you look

just like Frank Sinatra.

- All hooked up, ready to go.

- Great.

- How do I look?

- Close.

But no cigar.

I've got the feeling

there's something I forgot.

- Can you think of anything?

- Nope.

Thas it then.

You gotta sock me, so when I get

to the house I got something to show.

- Come on.

- What do you mean, come on?

- I never hit a woman before.

- We got no time to...

Are you all right?

- I'm sorry. I didn't want to do it.

- Oh, sh*t!

You okay? Oh, Jesus.

I'm sorry. I didn't want to do it.

Thas all right. I'm used to it. All right.

Now give me a couple minutes

head start, okay?

What if they don't hear you?

Are you kidding me, Willie?

I can wake the dead.

Help!

He's crazy drunk. He's trying to kill me!

Help!

Oh, somebody help! Please!

Oh, my God! Somebody, help me, please!

Please, open up! Please! Oh, God!

Please, open the door!

- Whas the matter? Mother, look at this.

- He tried to kill me.

Look what he did!

Oh, my Lord. Oh, my God!

Do you see him? Do you see

that drunken lunatic in his Stetson?

That fella's gonna get himself killed.

- Oh, God forbid!

- Help me with her.

You come right on inside.

Now, let me fix that.

Oh, damn that...

Hallelujah! This is DWEY.

Live radio for Jesus,

to remind you 24 hours a day...

there's only one way.

Why don't we see

what we got in the old mail bag this week?

What the f*** is this?

Sorry to hear that.

And you bet I will say a prayer.

And here's one from Winnemucca, Nevada.

"Dear Jimmy, this may not be

in proper taste, but I have to tell you...

"you've the sexiest voice

this side of the Rockies."

I think the time's come for you lucky folks

to hear a favorite of mine.

This lady has a style all her own.

When she lays the word, it stays very laid.

She's on tour in the Wild West,

and stopped by to say a few words.

You can see her in person Friday

at the Woodman Livestock Center.

So from Baton Rouge, Louisiana...

the very inspiring Sister Esmerelda.

Thank you.

Sh*t, Angus! Damn it!

You're on your own, kid.

Sorry, buddy.

Light.

I don't believe it.

And then he got so violent,

I had to run outside in my nightie.

Then we saw him speeding by here

like a maniac.

Mr. Potter, my neighbor here, said:

"That fellow's bound to have an accident."

"God forbid," I said, because I loved him so.

I love him still, despite the fact

that he nearly killed me.

I leaned on him, you know,

and he leaned on me.

God, did he lean on me.

Do you plan to stay here

in Nevada, Ms. Friml?

I don't know.

Everyone here has been so kind to me.

Renoites are the greatest people

in the world.

I don't know how to explain it,

you know, when you lose a loved one.

I thought we'd be together forever.

- Come on.

- Just forever.

- Here you go.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

This is 149.

What was that address again, Marge?

I just can't believe he's gone.

I can't believe he's gone.

- Hey.

- We did it.

I just saw you on television.

You looked terrific.

Yeah? How was my acting?

They should give you your own show,

you know.

- How do you feel?

- Like I just won a decathlon.

- Yeah? You tired?

- I'm starting to wake up a little bit.

- I can tell.

- Yeah?

- Oh, my God.

- What?

Angus!

- Oh, yeah, Angus.

- What do you mean, "Oh, yeah, Angus"?

- He was in the trailer.

- You killed him! You murdered my cat!

I didn't kill him.

When I opened the door,

I reached for him and he ran out.

He's out there with rattlesnakes

and coyotes?

What was he doing in there

in the first place?

Practically blew it the way he was

running around, knocking things.

- Where are you going?

- Where do you think I'm going?

Now keep the water on it all the way up.

Angus!

Everybody on the ground...

move back from the wreck

while the crane is working.

Angus!

Oh, my baby.

- I'll be right there.

- Please stand clear of the car.

- Crane is coming down again.

- Honey!

There's my baby.

Oh, my honey. My sweetheart.

All right, honey, now you stay right here...

because Mama's gonna get the money.

Is all in the computer, Ms. Friml.

Mr. Benson let the policy lapse.

He never even made a second payment.

But thas impossible!

There must be some mistake.

There is no mistake. It happens all the time.

Not to me, it doesn't! I'm the beneficiary!

You were the beneficiary.

- Now look what you've done.

- Look what I've done?

What about what he did? That rat bastard.

He beat me from the grave!

Please. There are ladies present.

I think I'm gonna puke.

Excuse me. Are you Bonita Friml?

This letter arrived here for you this morning.

Oh, Christ. Oh, Harold. What is this?

Well, the late Mr. Benson must have thought

you were going to be here this morning.

- Was he very sick?

- He was the sickest.

Must have been a terrible shock to you.

Not as big as it was to him!

Can I interest you in a policy for yourself?

At your age, insurance is vital!

Talk to my ass! My heas had enough!

Remember where we are when you need us!

Oh, my God! What are we gonna do now?

There's something weird

going on here, hon. I'm scared.

Sorry about the insurance, babe.

But don't you know,

I wouldn't leave you flat.

There's a little something

stashed away for you...

at 125 Delmore Avenue in Carson City.

Look for Ms. Nina. Trust me. Harold.

"Trust me," he says. "Trust me."

Oh, honey, we're in big trouble now.

Did you find your cat?

Yeah. I found the cat.

Is he okay?

Oh, yeah, he's fine.

- I'm not.

- Whas the matter now?

You won't believe it.

- I went to file for the insurance money.

- And?

There is no insurance money.

Harold never made the payments...

and they cancelled the policy.

I'm sure this came

as a complete surprise to you, huh?

What did you think?

Fifty-fifty, you said.

You're real smart. Yeah, some bait.

You really can't judge a girl

by her trailer, can you?

- Are you saying I tricked you?

- No.

You worm! How could you not trust me?

- After all we've been through together!

- Because you have a criminal mind!

First, you partner with a guy

that nearly cost me my job.

Not to mention my reputation. Then you

sucker me into dumping him off for you.

After I get rid of him, you give me a story

about how he killed himself.

- He did.

- I bet you really did kill Harold.

How can you say that?

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