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Good evening and welcome back

to Election '90 at Channel 3.

The polls have just closed

in Connecticut...

Drinks coming through.

Stop it!

- We got it!

- We got Bridgeport!

Did you hear that?

We got Bridgeport. I knew it.

Hey, Pete, Channel 8.

This is Connecticut News Tonight

with the Election '90 Special News.

Telephone. Telephone, Tim.

Thank you. Hello. Yeah, Tom.

Yeah. I hope so. About 15 minutes or so.

With 53% of the precincts reporting in,

Channel 8 now projects that three-time

incumbent Senator James B Stiles

has defeated Stuart Hutchinson,

giving Senator Stiles a fourth term.

In that close race for the fourth

Congressional district, the Gold Coast,

both our exit polls and the precincts

already reporting in...

Showtime!

Peter.

Peter Tomorrow's-looking-good Burton,

a man I loved,

the kind without the mousetraps

of sex and marriage,

spared the contortions

that families require.

The love men can have for one another,

love without need,

struck in acquaintance,

built on friendship,

and fulfilled in joy

at the other's accomplishment.

We have projections in the races

for the sixth and fourth districts...

God, if only it were that simple.

All yours.

Thank you.

- What?!

- Sh*t!

- Damn it!

- That's it!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Witness! Witness!

Witness! Negligent!

- Sorry.

- Sorry doesn't make her cherry again.

- Are you blind?

- You pulled into my spot. It's just a dent.

It's not a big f***ing deal!

It's just a dent? Maybe on your car,

farmer, but on mine...

Nobody solved problems with violence.

That's what's wrong with the world.

Come on, break it up!

Stop it, this is so macho!

Hey, how are you doing? I'm...

- Get out of my room!

- Your room?

- This is my room!

- This is my room!

42, I'm afraid so.

- I don't believe this.

- Jesus!

OK, look, what if I apologise, OK?

You're right, it was my fault. I'm sorry.

Really, OK? No hard feelings.

Why fight if it was your fault?

First impressions are important.

I slink out of my car and say,

"Here I am, folks. Say hi to a total

a**hole"? No. I stand up for myself.

- I create doubt as to whose fault it was.

- That's what you were doing?

I got the dented car, not you.

It's no skin off your nose.

- Everybody makes out, right?

- Wrong.

First law school, then you become a

sleazebag with no regard for the truth.

- I've met guys like you before.

- Yeah?

You got that face, got that smile,

got that corduroy suit

that comes with elbow patches.

You got one of those suits?

So what?

Just curious.

- Which is 42?

- Over there.

Tim! Garrity, come on.

You can run but you can't hide.

Stubblefield? You dog, I heard an ugly

rumour you were going to be here.

Tim Garrity,

you'll never amount to anything.

- Your mother and I are disappointed.

- You'll have to try harder, that's all.

- How you doing?

- Great. You?

- BJ said there was a fight. See it?

- No...

Yeah, a guy got what was coming

to him and will live in shame for ever.

- I'm sorry I missed it...

- Sorry, Doug Stubblefield, Peter Burton.

Good to know you. I got a keg on ice,

you won't believe who's here, so let's go.

I'll be there.

- Anyone you want to ask?

- Girls? The place is crawling with them.

If you want, I can go and see

about changing rooms.

I'd understand.

I got a colour TV and subscriptions

to Time and National Geographic.

Three credit cards and a guy

at Hialeah phones me sure things.

- I'm Tim Garrity.

- Peter Burton.

- Want to come to Stubblefield's?

- No, don't want to butt in.

Come on. He's a jerk, all right,

so consider it punishment.

- Come on.

- OK.

- Where are you from?

- Providence, Rhode Island. You?

All over. We moved around a lot.

- College?

- Georgetown. You?

UConn.

Ignorantia juris non excusat.

"Lgnorance of the law is no excuse."

Robinson versus Virginia.

All right, ladies and gentlemen,

who can give me the facts of the case?

Mr Burton.

Proximate cause.

Train conductor pushes a passenger.

Guy's carrying firecrackers. Falls to the

ground. Exploding, injuring bystander.

Foreseeability?

The railroad company couldn't foresee

the box containing fireworks

or that their employee's actions

could cause injury.

The reasonable man's standard?

Foreseeability and proximate cause

make for a reasonable man?

We may not always get what we want

or what we need,

just so's we don't get

what we deserve.

- So her parents were down the hall?

- We're not f***ing in the living room!

I wouldn't imply anything as base and

vulgar as that. Let me get this straight.

It's breakfast. You're sitting with

Senator and Mrs Stiles.

The happy millionaires eat breakfast,

Diana's there, apple of Dad's eyes...

Stamford.

He pulls those telegenic blue eyes

on you and says what?

- Good morning.

- You're missing something.

- What do you do at a girlfriend's?

- They're not senators' daughters.

- Where are you going?

- London, in fact.

My parents are in Geneva.

Some World Bank thing.

Christmas in London?

Plum pudding and Marley's ghost.

It's mostly Arabs and rain. I'm flying

into New York. Want to get together?

The Stiles throw this famous

New Year's Eve party.

I want you to meet Diana.

Here, let me give you the number.

Nobody has a pen in this situation.

What a guy!

- Hey, don't forget your stuff.

- Merry Christmas!

Three turkey white.

Two turtle doves...

And a partridge in a pear tree

17.84.

- You really got to go?

- I still got some presents to buy.

Believe it or not.

Talk about last minute.

Plus, I promised my sister-in-law

I'd make the desserts.

I'd ask you to come, but it's just family.

Sorry.

I hate to see someone alone

on Christmas Eve.

- Will you be OK?

- I'll be fine.

Merry Christmas.

And they sing of Christmas.

Bah, humbug!

Might as well close shop for the night.

We'll finish tomorrow.

But, sir, tomorrow is Christmas Day.

- Tim! Pete.

- Hey, how are you doing?

- Good. How are you?

- How was London?

- Great. It snowed and everything.

- So, where are you now?

New York City. I've got to visit my

aunt and uncle in Hartford tomorrow.

I was wondering if I could stop in

and say hi.

Come up here New Year's Eve.

I checked, it's fine. Got a tux?

- Sure, no problem.

- All right. Let me give you directions.

- Take the Triborough Bridge...

- Hold on, let me get a pen.

- OK, go.

- New England Freeway to exit four...

- All right, tomorrow afternoon?

- See you tomorrow.

You the owner?

- You want a tux at 9 a. M?

- Why would I call you at home?

- Cash or credit card?

- Big cash.

- Thanks a lot.

- OK, come on in.

Hey, stop that.

- I'm starving.

- We need champagne.

Diana, can you get your father?

- Have you seen my father?

- No.

- Diana, Happy New Year!

- Happy New Year!

- Excuse me. Where's Daddy?

- In there, wrestling with Burt Tuck.

...not the doctors...

- Burt, you're wrong. You're full of sh*t.

The AMA has got to realise people

don't give a rat's ass about that,

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