The Gingerbread Man Page #2

Current husband?

None of the above?

My daddy.

Your daddy? Your daddy stole

your car? Broke into your house?

Any particular reason?

He's just not well.

What's wrong with him?

There's nothing wrong with him,

I didn't say that.

He just does weird

sh*t sometimes.

How long's this been goin' on?

Hey, you know what?

You gave me a ride, swell, but

I don't wanna talk about this.

Well, I think you should.

What is it he's doin'?

He follows me.

You mean stalks you?

What's that, the legal word?

Yeah, it is.

- Then that's it.

- Why?

I don't know,

he's in this group.

It's not religious, they don't

believe the world's ending.

They just got

some strange ideas.

Well, this is not

rational behaviour.

You gotta have somebody

talk to him.

You sound like

everybody else here.

Acting like it's so easy...

I ain't sayin' it's easy,

I'm just sayin' these

things escalate

and easily become dangerous.

You can make him get help.

What do you mean?

That if he's dangerous the state

can make him get checked out.

There's no money for that.

There doesn't have to be money.

You have an evaluation period.

If he needs psychiatric help,

the court can order it!

Courts can do sh*t for me!

Get him on Lithium, Prozac. All

I'm saying is maybe that's...

He ain't gonna get better!

My daddy ain't gonna get better.

I'm sorry, I...

I didn't mean to upset you.

It's all right.

Am I in your spot?

Oh, Jesus!

Come on, Leeanne.

'Course I didn't forget.

I'm sorry. I was not screwing

around! I had a meeting!

Why'd you always assume...?

I'll be with you in 15 minutes.

Yeah, I'm comin'.

Dad! You're late! Again!

I'm sorry, darlin'.

How are ya?

I'm sorry, Jeff.

In we go. Squeeze up.

There you go.

- You look like sh*t.

- Leeanne!

- Forgot to shave.

- Don't start.

Same shirt as last night,

isn't it?

We're good to go.

Say goodbye to your mom.

Bye-bye, angels.

I love you both.

Listen, guys, I let go your

hands, will you behave?

- Maybe!

- C'mon.

Listen, you want anything?

Just... Hey, listen.

You want one of these wheel

things? OK, you choose one.

Can I have one of these...

I'll have two.

OK, listen, look at this.

What is this?

You wanna get over here?

Look at this guy, he's somethin'

else, isn't he? Look at this.

Yeah?

Yeah, put him on.

Come on, Jack. Did I just

step off the banana boat?

I don't give a rat's ass.

It's not even in the ball park.

Get outta here.

When you guys land back

on Earth, give me a call.

Oh, yeah, and thank you.

Libby? Jeff!

Libby!

Jeff! Excuse me.

I thought I lost you guys.

It's starting again.

Well, where's the Benadryl?

Mom's got it.

It's the cats.

I thought you weren't

supposed to play with cats?

I was just petting them.

I tried to warn him,

but no-one listens to me.

I know that, honey.

Well, I guess we shouldn't tell

your mom too much about this.

Why?

Well, we don't wanna upset her.

I don't like to lie.

You don't have to lie,

but Jeff's still sneezing...

So?

Out you come.

I'm real sorry I was late.

- Love you.

- Love you too.

Mom, Dad took Jeff to the pets.

Take your Benadryl.

For God's sake, Rick.

What?

I've warned you about pet shops.

Leeanne, they were just there.

He's allergic to cats.

What?

Should I keep him on a leash?

Keep yourself on a leash.

Look at you.

- What?

- I can smell her on you.

Well, I can smell something

on you, Leeanne.

Good morning, Cassandra.

Good afternoon.

I know. Hi, Konnie.

Mr Whittaker called.

Mr Howard rang again

for a response

on the Jensens case.

And Judge Russo asked

about golf.

Tell Howard I haven't heard yet

and make Russo sweat a little.

- And can I have some...

- What? What?

Coffee. Same shirt?

I didn't notice.

Jim, we haven't seen

all we're gonna have.

A stationary front sits

right on top of us.

All right, Konnie.

Thought you might be

a little hungry.

A lot of food left over

from last night.

And Philip wants to talk

when you get a chance.

What we got here?

Caviar House?

Yeah, you catered last night

for Dunson, Hess and Magruder,

and, um, one of the caterers

left a jacket,

and I wanted

to get it back to her.

Sure. Do you have a name?

No, I don't have a name.

Uh, she was a girl, about 5'7",

brunette and, um...

We have a lot of people.

You need Jerry.

He's back tomorrow.

Yeah, well,

I agree with you on this one

and I agree also that this case

should never get to trial.

I think we can achieve that.

I appreciate your call.

Thank you.

You didn't even get her name.

What?

I'm simply curious.

You just keep propositioning

people until somebody says yes?

Come on, Lois.

Or was this another

of your regular girls

who have trouble with

too many syllables?

How many syllables do you need?

Sign this for me.

By the end of the day.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, Lois.

You're welcome.

Konnie,

I'll be back in one hour.

What about...

I'll call 'em later.

Lois. So sorry for the delay.

Have a nice day!

Hello!

Anybody home?

Hello?

Anybody home?

Hello? Anybody home?

Jesus!

Konnie, get Clyde

to meet me at the office.

I'll explain when he gets there.

OK, see you later.

Hey, Cassandra.

Where's Konnie?

She's in with Lois.

- Has Clyde Pell shown up?

- No, sir.

Cassandra, put your legs

away and answer the phone.

While you're here.

Hey, Konnie?

Where's Clyde Pell?

I told you to get him right now.

- I did.

- So where is he?

She's been waiting for you.

I had to see you.

I went to the house.

I saw what he did.

- Everything'll be all right.

- Can I get anything?

Get Lois. Clyde shows up,

bring him right in.

Son of a b*tch.

Hey.

I liked that cat.

I came home from work

this afternoon and found him.

I know, I know.

I'm scared.

No smokin' in here, right?

Mr Pell, Mr Magruder's waiting.

How're you, sweet cheeks?

You're lookin' fine.

Thank you. Don't play

with my phone. Go on in.

I won't,

if you don't play with my...

Hey, remember me?

Private dick?

Don't touch me.

Mr Magruder's waiting.

I called half an hour ago.

I know, my pager's on the fritz.

- Hey, Rick.

- Hey, Clyde.

Thanks for comin'

at short notice.

Clyde Pell, this is, er...

Doss. Mallory Doss.

You know each other?

- No.

- Not exactly.

What does that mean?

Well, maybe she don't

remember me.

I investigated her father.

Shoeless Joe, they call him.

- For what?

- I worked at the DA. Tax case.

Some fringe group applied

for religious exemption.

Joe was up sh*t creek

without a paddle.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Come on in, Lois.

You know Clyde.

Mallory Doss, Lois Harlan,

one of my associates.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Didn't you waitress

at the party last night?

That's right.

Sit on down, Lois.

You should hear this.

Mallory, why don't you tell them

just what's been happening?

Well, my daddy's always

been a bit different.

He dresses real strange

and he don't wear any shoes,

and doesn't get along

with many people.

But lately things have got...

He's threatenin' her, stalkin'

her, breakin' into her house...

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