Revenge and Remorse (The Guilty Alibi)
Episode 4 - March 25, 1982
Leslie Nielsen [Detective Frank Drebin]
Alan North [Captain Ed Hocken]
Rex Hamilton [Abraham Lincoln]
Ed Williams [Ted Olson]
William Duell [Johnny the snitch]
Peter Lupus [Norberg]
William Shatner [himself]
Dr Joyce Brothers [herself]
Spence Milligan [Eddie]
Bonnie Campbell Britton [Lana]
K.T. O'Sullivan [Mimi]
Script: Nancy Steen, Neil Thompson
Director: Paul Krasny
Transcribed by: Kenneth Kirkland
NIGHTTIME EXTERIOR OF THE HALL OF JUSTICE
INTERIOR OF THE HALL OF JUSTICE AT NIGHT
A SECURITY GUARD WALKS UP THE HALLWAY AND TURNS A CORNER. HE REMOVES HIS GUN, LAYS IT ON THE DESK, SITS DOWN AND BEGINS READING A MAGAZINE.
CUT TO A SHOT OF A DOOR OPENING TO REVEAL A MAN'S LEGS AND FEET. THE MAN WALKS FORWARD, STOPS AT A WATER FOUNTAIN FOR A DRINK AND THEN PROCEEDS TO THE BUILDING DIRECTORY. A FINGER ON A GLOVED HAND TRACES DOWN THE DIRECTORY, KNOCKING OFF THE OCCASIONAL LETTER. THE FINGER STOPS AT THE NAME JUDGE J. OLIVER MAXWELL. IT TRACES TO THE RIGHT TO MAXWELL'S OFFICE NUMBER, 112. THE MAN PROCEEDS UP THE HALLWAY.
THE SECURITY GUARD HEARS THE MAN'S FOOTSTEPS AND GETS UP TO INVESTIGATE. THE MAN HIDES. THE SECURITY GUARD TURNS THE CORNER AND SEES A JANITOR WITH A BUFFING MACHINE.
GUARD: Oh, it's only you, Ralph. How's it going.
GUARD RETURNS TO HIS DESK. RALPH AND HIS BUFFER ARE YANKED DOWN ANOTHER HALLWAY SUDDENLY. THE MAN'S FEET PROCEED UP A HALLWAY TO ROOM 112. THE MAN WALKS TO THE JUDGE'S BENCH, REPLACES THE GAVEL AND TURNS TO WALK AWAY.
DAYTIME INTERIOR OF THE COURTROOM
BAILIFF: Superior Court of the County of Boredom(?), the Honorable J. Oliver Maxwell presiding.
MAXWELL ENTERS AND SITS BEHIND THE BENCH.
MAXWELL: You may be seated.
THE JURY SITS AND FALLS TO THE FLOOR SINCE THEY HAVE NO CHAIRS.
MAXWELL: The court will come to order.
MAXWELL PICKS UP HIS GAVEL AND IT EXPLODES WHEN HE BANGS IT.
BAILIFF: Uhh, there'll be a five minute recess.
DAYTIME STREET SCENE OF DREBIN'S CAR DRIVING DOWN A STREET
DREBIN (voice over): My name is Lieutenant Frank Drebin, Police Squad, a special unit of the police department. I was having my car washed when I received an urgent call from downtown.
SHOT OF DREBIN DRIVING HIS CAR WHILE A MAN CLEANS THE INSIDE OF THE REAR WINDOW
DREBIN (voice over): There'd been a bombing at the courthouse. I got to headquarters as fast as I could.
INTERIOR OF THE SQUAD ROOM
DREBIN ENTERS AND CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HIMSELF
DREBIN: Hi, Ed.
HOCKEN: Oh, Frank
DREBIN: What have you got for me?
HOCKEN: A sizable explosion over at the criminal courts building. Coffee, Frank.
HOCKEN: Yeah, that poor judge never stood a chance.
DREBIN: Anyone else hurt?
HOCKEN AND DREBIN CROSS TO A COFFEE MAKER. HOCKEN FILLS A CUP AND HANDS IT TO DREBIN.
HOCKEN: No. Some minor injuries but nothing serious. Doughnut, Frank?
DREBIN: Yeah, thanks.
HOCKEN PICKS UP A DOUGHNUT AND HANDS IT TO DREBIN.
DREBIN: Sounds like the judge was a target. What have we got on him?
HOCKEN PICKS UP A TRAY AND PLACES HIS CUP ON IT. DREBIN DOES THE SAME. THEY CROSS TO A CAFETERIA-STYLE SERVING LINE. THEY LOAD THEIR TRAYS.
HOCKEN: Well, his name was J. Oliver Maxwell. He'd been on the bench for twenty-five years. Had a reputation for harsh sentences.
DREBIN: A revenge killing?
HOCKEN: Well, that was my thought, Frank. I've got Marcus and Drake going through the records of recently released prisoners.
DREBIN AND HOCKEN TAKE THEIR TRAYS AND SIT DOWN AT A DESK.
HOCKEN: Turns out that seven of those guys were sent up by Judge Maxwell himself.
HOCKEN HANDS A SHEET OF PAPER TO DREBIN.
HOCKEN: There. I've made out a list for you.
AN OFFICER TYPES IN THE BACKGROUND.
DREBIN (reading from list): Monroe. Lynch. Barker. Fanning. Smith. Brookhouse. Casales.
THE CARRIAGE BELL ON THE OFFICER'S TYPEWRITER RINGS.
DREBIN: Wait a minute. That name rings a bell.
HOCKEN: Eddie Casales?
ANOTHER BELL RINGS.
ANOTHER BELL RINGS.
ANOTHER BELL RINGS.
A CHURCH BELL RINGS.
HOCKEN: Say, wasn't that the guy that was convicted of bombing about six or seven years ago?
DREBIN: Right. And I remember him as being a pretty tough customer.
HOCKEN: Al, you got that file on Eddie Casales.
AL APPROACHES SPORTING LONG HAIR.
AL: Got it right here.
AL HANDS A MANILA FOLDER TO HOCKEN.
HOCKEN: Thanks. Oh, and Al, get yourself a haircut. You look ridiculous.
HOCKEN LOOKS THROUGH THE FOLDER
AL: Sorry, Captain. I was just trying something different.
HOCKEN: Here we are. Casales. Age forty. Sentenced twelve years Stateville Prison for two counts willful destruction of property, possession of explosives without a permit. No previous felony record. Paroled last month after serving seven years. Well according to this, Frank, he was a model prisoner.
HOCKEN HANDS DREBIN A PHOTO OF CASALES MODELLING PRISON STRIPES. DREBIN SHAKES HIS HEAD.
DREBIN: Motive and m.o. fit.
HOCKEN: Ehh, well, it's as good a place as any to start. Here's his last known address.
HOCKEN HANDS A CARD TO DREBIN.
HOCKEN: Evidently, his ex-wife still lives there.
DREBIN: Let's check out this Eddie Casales.
DREBIN AND HOCKEN GET UP TO LEAVE.
STREET SCENE OF DREBIN'S CAR TURNING A CORNER
DREBIN (voice over): Our file on Casales pointed out the fact that he had been divorced while in prison. His wife buried herself in charity work to ease the pain.
INTERIOR OF APARTMENT
THE DOORBELL RINGS. LANA STOPS FOLDING CLOTHES AND OPENS THE DOOR.
DREBIN: Are you Lana Casales?
DREBIN SHOWS HIS IDENTIFICATION.
DREBIN: Lieutenant Drebin.
DREBIN NODS HIS HEAD.
DREBIN: Captain Hocken.
HOCKEN SHOWS HIS IDENTIFICATION.
HOCKEN: May we ask you some questions?
LANA: Well, certainly. Come on in.
DREBIN AND HOCKEN ENTER.
DREBIN: Thank you.
LANA: I hope you'll excuse the mess. I've been packing up a few things for charity.
LANA CLOSES THE DOOR. DREBIN AND HOCKEN REMOVE THEIR COATS.
HOCKEN: Uh huh.
LANA: May I take your coat, Captain?
HOCKEN: Thank you.
LANA TAKES THE COAT AND PUTS IT INTO A BOX MARKED "ORPHAN'S RELIEF FUND".
LANA: I suppose this has something to do with Eddie.
DREBIN: I'm afraid so.
LANA: It's about the courthouse bombing, isn't it? Well, it's in all the papers. Oh, let me take that.
LANA TAKES DREBIN'S COAT FROM HIS LEFT ARM.
DREBIN: Thank you.
LANA puTS THE COAT IN THE BOX ALSO.
HOCKEN: Have you seen or heard from Eddie since he's been released?
LANA: We haven't spoken much since the divorce. It's just as well.
DREBIN: Do you know where Eddie is right now?
LANA: You might try at Club Flamingo. He hangs out there with some chorus girl, a floozy named Mimi du Jour.
LANA BEGINS TO CRY
HOCKEN: Du Jour. She French?
LANA: That's just her stage name. Her real name is Mimi Coffee.
LANA: No, thank you.
DREBIN (voice over): It seemed Lana welcomed this opportunity to pour her heart out. At first, she and Eddie had a good marriage, regular jobs, close friends, a dentist. She thought it would last forever. Slowly, he began to change. When Eddie's criminal activities became known, they were run from town like common pygmies. We waited until she had finished her story, then we left on what we hoped would be a rendezvous with Eddie Casales.
DAYTIME EXTERIOR OF LANA'S APARTMENT BUILDING
DREBIN AND HOCKEN DESCEND THE STAIRS TO THE STREET DRESSED IN THEIR UNDERWEAR.
INTERIOR OF A CORRIDOR AT CLUB FLAMINGO
DREBIN AND HOCKEN APPROACH A DRESSING ROOM
DREBIN (voice over): That evening we caught Mimi du Jour's show at the Club Flamingo. We hoped the talk with her would be half as revealing as her act.
DREBIN KNOCKS ON AN AJAR DOOR.
DREBIN: Mimi du Jour?
DREBIN PUSHES THE DOOR OPEN. MIMI IS TYING HER SHOELACE AT HER DRESSING TABLE.
DREBIN: I'm Lieutenant Drebin. This is Captain Hocken, Police Squad.
MIMI TURNS, ARMS AKIMBO.
MIMI: Is this some kind of bust?
DREBIN: Yes, it's very impressive, but we'd just like to ask a few questions.
MIMI: Well, come on in.
HOCKEN: Thank you. We'll try not to take up too much of your time.
MIMI: Do you mind if I change?
DREBIN: Not at all.
HOCKEN: We understand you're acquainted with a certain Eddie Casales.
MIMI: Yeah. Why do you ask?
HOCKEN: We just want to ask him some questions.
MIMI: He's not in any kind of trouble, is he?
DREBIN: Well, we're not sure. Do you know where we can find him?
MIMI: I have no idea.
STAGE MANAAGER ENTERS CARRYING A COSTUME
STAGE MANAAGER: Alright. Let's get moving. You're on stage in five minutes.
DREBIN: There's a misunderstanding. We're police officers.
STAGE MANAAGER: Police officer?
STAGE MANAAGER TAKES A POLICE UNIFORM FROM A RACK, HANGS IT ON THE DOOR AND LEAVES.
STAGE MANAAGER: Five minutes.
HOCKEN: Would you, by chance, have any occasion to know where Eddie was last night?
MIMI: Last night? Ohh. Why yes. He was with me. We went...to the movies.
DREBIN: Oh, yeah.
MIMI: Yeah. "On the Waterfront".
HOCKEN: C'mon. There are no movie theaters on the waterfront.
CASALES: Mimi, you ready?
CASALES: Hey, creeps. Beat it. I'm taking the lady home.
MIMI (whispering to Casales): They're cops, Eddie.
DREBIN: Eddie, we'd like to ask you a few questions.
STAGE MANAAGER ENTERS
STAGE MANAAGER: Two minutes, and I'm not kidding.
STAGE MANAAGER POINTS AT CASALES.
STAGE MANAAGER: You a policeman, too.
CASALES: No, I'm an ex-con.
STAGE MANAAGER: Ex-con?
STAGE MANAAGER TAKES A SET OF PRISON STRIPES FROM A RACK, HANGS THEM ON THE DOOR AND LEAVES.
STAGE MANAAGER: Two minutes.
DREBIN: What were you doing on the waterfront last night, Eddie?
CASALES: I wasn't on the waterfront. I was at the movies.
HOCKEN: That's not what she says.
CASALES: Alright, can it. I know why you guys are here. You're trying to pin that court bombing on me.
DREBIN: We were getting around to that.
CASALES: Yeah, well a lotta guys coulda done it. You cops never give an ex-con a break. I try to put my past behind me, but every time I turn around, why there's somebody there telling me who I am or where I've been. It's like you're branded for life.
DREBIN: We're sorry about that, Eddie. Don't plan on leaving town. We might want to talk to you again.
DREBIN AND HOCKEN LEAVE. CASALES TURNS TO MIMI.
CASALES: Didn't you tell them I was at the movies?
MIMI: Sure. Just like you said, Eddie. I'd never cross you up.
CASALES: Ehhh. Good girl.
CASALES GIVES MIMI AN AFFECTIONATE PUNCH ON THE JAW. MIMI SPITS OUT A MOLAR.
INTERIOR SCENE OF THE CRIME LAB
A CAT CAN BE HEARD YOWLING LOUDLY AS WATER IS BEING SPLASHED IN FRONT OF OLSON
OLSON: So, you see, Katie, fish have gills to extract oxygen from water. But air-breathing species have lungs which are equipped only to accept oxygen in its natural state.
OLSON PICKS UP A WET CAT
OLSON: And that's why most mammals live on land.
OLSON HANDS THE CAT TO KATIE. DREBIN ENTERS.
KATIE: Wow, that's neat!
OLSON: Oh, hi, Frank. Would you like to keep him, Katie?
KATIE: Can I ?!?
KATIE: Gee, thanks, Mr. Olson.
OLSON: Why don't you run along now, Katie, and next week I'll show you why women can't play professional football.
KATIE: OK. Bye, Mr. Olson.
DREBIN: Any progress, Ted.
OLSON: Some. Look at this. We've been sorting through the fragments left by the bombing. Now, we've been able to reconstruct the part of the courtroom where the explosion occurred.
DREBIN: What's the bomb made from?
OLSON: I've analyzed the fragments. We found traces of seven common household chemicals. When mixed together in the proper ratios, they can be highly unstable.
DREBIN: What you're saying is anyone with a high school knowledge of chemistry could have made the bomb.
OLSON: Right! It's a fairly crude explosive, not the work of a professional.
GLASS IS HEARD SHATTERING IN THE BACKGROUND.
DREBIN: Hey! Watch it!
OLSON: Say, Frank, take it easy.
DREBIN: I'm sorry, Ted. The doctor says that too much caffeine makes me edgy.
OLSON: Why don't you try some of this?
OLSON LEADS DREBIN TO A COFFEE MAKER.
OLSON: It's decaffeinated coffee.
OLSON POURS A CUP AND HANDS IT TO DREBIN.
DREBIN: Decaffeinated, huh? I'll give it a try.
INTERIOR SCENE OF THE CRIME LAB
LATER THAT SAME DAY. DREBIN ENTERS.
OLSON: Oh, hi, Frank.
DREBIN: You were right about that coffee. I sure feel better now.
DREBIN THROWS HIS ARMS OUT TO HIS SIDE AND KNOCKS A TECHNICIAN THROUGH A RACK OF BEAKERS.
DREBIN: Well. Accidents will happen.
DREBIN LAUGHS LOUDLY AND LEAVES THE LAB. A CRASHING SOUND IS HEARD IN THE HALLWAY. DREBIN CONTINUES TO LAUGH.
EXTERIOR NIGHTTIME STREET SCENE
SHOT OF A MAN'S SHOES AS HE WALKS ALONG THE STREET. TWO GLOVED HANDS LIFT THE HOOD OF AN OLDSMOBILE. A BOMB IS PLACED ON THE CYLINDER BLOCK. THE MAN WALKS AWAY.
EXTERIOR MORNING OF THE SAME STREET SCENE
A MAN IN A SUIT CARRYING A BRIEFCASE COMES OUT HIS FRONT DOOR AND DESCENDS STEPS TO THE SIDEWALK. HE GETS IN THE OLDSMOBILE AND TURNS ON THE RADIO.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: ...kinda cold in that section of the country.
THE MAN PUTS THE KEY IN THE IGNITION.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: Locally, it's sixty-eight degrees under partly cloudy skies on this beautiful morning here in the...
THE MAN TURNS THE KEY. THE ENGINE STARTS, THE BOMB DETONATES UNDER THE HOOD AND THE CAR FILLS WITH SMOKE. THE RADIO ANNOUNCER COUGHS.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: No reports of traffic congestion (cough, cough) on any of the (cough, cough) major freeways (cough, cough)...
ACT II: RICHARD III
EXTERIOR DAYTIME STREET SCENE
DREBIN DRIVES UP IN HIS CAR AND KNOCKS OVER FOUR TRASH CANS AS HE PARKS. HE GETS OUT OF THE CAR.
NORBERG (through bullhorn, at two people): Disperse. Please, disperse. There's nothing for you to see here. Please go home. Keep moving, please. Keep moving.
DREBIN STEPS OVER THE GARBAGE CANS AND APPROACHES A CRIME SCENE.
HOCKEN: Glad you're here, Frank.
DREBIN: What have you got, Ed.
HOCKEN: Victim's name was John Simington. He was a trial lawyer. Oh, and this'll interest you. He used to be an assistant D.A.
HOCKEN: Seven years ago he prosecuted Eddie Casales.
DREBIN: That's quite a coincidence.
NORBERG: I can't believe anybody would do something so cruel.
DREBIN: Senseless brutality. Senseless waste.
HOCKEN: Cut down in the prime of life.
NORBERG: That car was a classic. A '68. Do you suppose the widow would take fifteen hundred for it?
HOCKEN: No, there's the tow truck.
DREBIN: What do you think, Ed?
HOCKEN: My guess is, it's the same sort of a bomb. Strange thing is, we haven't been able to find the body.
DREBIN: That was quite an explosion.
HOCKEN: Yeah. Well our job's done here.
DREBIN: Yeah, we better get back to headquarters.
A MAN'S ARM CLAD IN A SHREDDED SUIT COAT DROPS FROM THE TREE BY HOCKEN'S HEAD
DREBIN: What time is it?
HOCKEN TAKES THE ARM BY THE HAND AND TURNS IT TO READ ITS WRISTWATCH.
HOCKEN: Hmmm. It's later than I thought.
NORBERG: Lieutenant. I found this on the curb next to the car.
NORBERG HANDS AN OBJECT TO DREBIN. DREBIN READS FROM THE COVER OF A BOOK OF MATCHES.
DREBIN: Club Flamingo. I think we better have a talk with Eddie Casales.
THE THREE MEN WALK AWAY. THE BODY FALLS FROM THE TREE.
INTERIOR STREET SCENE OF THE SQUAD ROOM
EDDIE CASALES IS SEATED AT A DESK WITH TWO LIGHTS POINTED AT HIS FACE.
CASALES: I'm telling you, you've got nothing on me! You're wasting your time.
DREBIN: Alright, Eddie, let's go over it again. Where were you last night?
CASALES: I've told you a dozen times I was at the movies.
NORBERG ENTERS CARRYING A BOX.
NORBERG: I've got the sandwiches here.
HOCKEN: Alright, Eddie, you went to the movies. Now, what did you see?
CASALES: I told you I don't remember.
NORBERG: Who had the egg salad?
HOCKEN: I don't remember!?!
NORBERG: Somebody ordered it.
DREBIN: You can't expect us to buy that!
NORBERG: But I already paid for it.
CASALES: Why don't you give a guy a break.
NORBERG: Hey, thanks a lot.
CASALES: What's the charge, huh.
NORBERG: Four fifty-eight.
HOCKEN: What are you trying to do, insult us?
NORBERG: Okay. Three fifty. Coffee's on me.
CASALES: I told you, I went to the movies, I fell asleep, I don't remember.
DREBIN: You don't expect us to swallow that!
NORBERG: Alright, I'll eat it. But I don't think it's fair that I should have to pay for it.
HOCKEN: Alright, Eddie. Let's say you did go to the movies.
HOCKEN, DREBIN AND CASALES (in unison): You did go to the movies.
DREBIN: And then let's say you were nowhere near the Club Flamingo.
HOCKEN, DREBIN AND CASALES (in unison): You were nowhere near the Club Flamingo.
DREBIN HOLDS OUT THE BOOK OF MATCHES FROM THE CLUB FLAMINGO.
DREBIN: Then, explain this to me.
DREBIN THROWS THE MATCHES ON THE DESK IN FRONT OF CASALES. CASALES PICKS THEM UP.
CASALES: Well, you take this little stick out with the sulphur on the end and you rub it on the edges and it makes fire.
DREBIN: Don't play dumb with me, Eddie! You've spent a lot of time in the Club Flamingo.
CASALES: Yeah, well so did a lot of guys. It was a popular club.
AL APPROACHES WEARING A CLUB FLAMINGO T-SHIRT.
AL: Captain, can you take a phone call?
HOCKEN: Not now, Al!
DREBIN: Why don't you come clean? Make it easy on yourself! Tell us the truth!
CASALE: I ain't talking. You've got nothing to book me on.
HOCKEN MOTIONS TO DREBIN. THEY WALK AWAY FROM CASALES.
HOCKEN: I'm afraid he's right. We're going to have to let him go. All the evidence we've got is purely circumstantial.
DREBIN: Yeah, you're right.
HOCKEN LEAVES. DREBIN WALKS TOWARD THE DOOR AND MOTIONS TO A UNIFORMED OFFICER.
DREBIN: Tell that bomber to take off!
THE UNIFORMED OFFICER GETS UP AND GIVES THE "THUMBS UP" OUT THE WINDOW. AN AIRPLANE ENGINE GETS PROGRESSIVELY LOUDER.
NIGHTTIME SCENE OF THE EXTERIOR OF THE CLUB FLAMINGO
DREBIN PARKS IN FRONT OF THE CLUB AND GETS OUT OF HIS CAR AND ENTERS THE CLUB.
DREBIN (voice over): When I got home, I received a call from Mimi du Jour. She said she wanted to see me at the club right away. Since I had no idea where the Club Rightaway was, I suggested the Club Flamingo. She agreed.
INTERIOR OF THE ENTRANCE AREA OF THE CLUB FLAMINGO
DREBIN ENTERS. A COAT CHECK GIRL APPROACHES.
COAT CHECK GIRL: May I check your coat?
DREBIN: Thank you.
THE GIRL MAKES A LARGE CHECK MARK WITH A FELT PEN ON THE LEFT BREAST OF DREBIN'S COAT. DREBIN HANDS HER A TIP.
COAT CHECK GIRL: Thank you.
DREBIN WALKS TOWARD A BOOTH IN THE BACK OF THE CLUB WHERE MIMI IS SEATED.
DREBIN: Mimi du Jour.
MIMI: Oh, lieutenant, thank you for coming.
DREBIN SITS DOWN BESIDE MIMI. DREBIN TAKES OUT A PACK OF CIGARETTES AND OFFERS ONE TO MIMI.
MIMI: Yes, I know.
DREBIN PUTS THE CIGARETTES AWAY.
DREBIN: What can I do for you?
MIMI: It's about Eddie. I, I can't cover for him any more.
MIMI MOTIONS TO THE BARTENDER
MIMI: Ricardo, two more please!
DREBIN: What do you mean?
MIMI: I lied. He never took me to the movies.
MIMI (louder): I lied! He never took me to the movies!
DREBIN: Where did he go?
A WAITER BRINGS TO LARGE DRINKS IN COCONUT SHELLS WITH SEVERAL UMBRELLAS
MIMI: Out somewhere. He told me it was best if I didn't know anything. If he's mixed up in all of this trouble, I don't want to be a part of it.
DREBIN SLURPS LOUDLY AS HE ATTEMPTS TO TAKE A DRINK.
MIMI: And if it's another girl he's seeing, I don't want to be sapped.
DREBIN: I understand.
MIMI: No you don't. You don't know how hard it is ratting on the guy you love. I'm all he's had since he divorced his wife.
DREBIN: Wait a minute. I thought Lana left him.
MIMI: No. Now he has good reason to dump me, too. Maybe I shoulda just kept my big mouth shut.
MIMI BEGINS TO CRY. DREBIN TAKES OUT A HANDKERCHIEF AND GIVES IT TO MIMI.
DREBIN (voice over): Mimi had done the right thing. She had provided me with a few answers. But now I needed more.
EXTERIOR DAYTIME STREET SCENE OF A SHOESHINE STAND
JOHNNY IS BRUSHING A SHOE AS DREBIN APPROACHES FROM AROUND A CORNER.
DREBIN: Hiya, Johnny.
DREBIN TAKES A SEAT.
DREBIN: I need some information on a certain parolee.
DREBIN TAKES OUT A BILL AND GIVES IT TO JOHNNY.
JOHNNY: You mean Eddie Casales?
DREBIN: Yeah. What do you know about him?
JOHNNY: Convicted bomber. Released a month ago. It's all in your files.
DREBIN: No. No. No. I need something personal.
DREBIN TAKES OUT ANOTHER BILL AND GIVES IT TO JOHNNY.
DREBIN: What occuppies his time?
JOHNNY: Mimi du Jour and the Milwaukee Brewers.
DREBIN: Does he see many games?
DREBIN TAKES OUT ANOTHER BILL AND GIVES IT TO JOHNNY.
JOHNNY: Season tickets.
JOHNNY HANDS A TICKET TO DREBIN.
JOHNNY: Beyond that I don't know nothing.
DREBIN: Thanks, Johnny.
DREBIN GETS UP AND LEAVES. DR. JOYCE BROTHERS APPROACHES AND SITS DOWN.
BROTHERS: Johnny, I've been getting a lot of mail about the Cinderella Complex.
BROTHERS HANDS JOHNNY A BILL.
JOHNNY: Women's fear of success has left many of them confused about their wants and needs. Consequently, stress related burnout has driven many women from feminist aggression to female passivity, dependent upon their partner for vicarious fulfillment.
BROTHERS: Well, what do I tell them?
BROTHERS HANDS JOHNNY ANOTHER BILL.
JOHNNY: Tell them to get in touch with their unconscious feelings and to share in the growth process with their partner.
BROTHERS: Thanks, Johnny.
BROTHERS GETS UP TO LEAVE.
BROTHERS: See ya!
EXTERIOR DAYTIME STREET SCENE OUTSIDE THE POLICE STATION
DREBIN (on telephone): Uhh, Lana. Lieutenant Drebin here. We picked up Eddie but we had to release him. We don't have enough to hold him on.
LANA (in her apartment): He's such a vindictive man. What will it take to put him behind bars for good?
DREBIN: Well, we're lacking that one piece of special evidence that will make an airtight case. In the meantime, Lana, we're worried about you and Mimi.
DREBIN: Yes. Mimi blew his alibi. Now Eddie knows the two of you talked to the police and he's mad. There's no predicting what he might do. We've offered Mimi police protection, but she's tired of having the cops hanging around.
LANA: I see.
DREBIN: Now, we're prepared to offer you the same police protection.
LANA: That's very thoughtful, lieutenant, but it won't be necessary. I'm leaving town tonight.
DREBIN: Oh, I see. Well, in the long run, that might be just as well. Now, listen Lana, in the meantime, be careful.
DREBIN HANGS UP THE PHONE.
DREBIN (voice over): Lana's attitude seemed confusing. She was almost hostile toward Eddie, yet she felt no threat from him. Now she was suddenly leaving town.
EXTERIOR NIGHTTIME STREET SCENE OUTSIDE MIMI'S APARTMENT BUILDING
DREBIN (voice over): Mimi was scared. She had to be. She was a sitting duck. She loved Eddie, that was clear. But he was a bomber. She knew there could be no future. There was nothing we could do now but wait for the bomber's next move and hope we could stop him before he struck again.
DREBIN AND HOCKEN ARE SEATED IN AN UNMARKED POLICE CAR LOUDLY SLURPING COFFEE AND EATING DOUGHNUTS.
HOCKEN: Is she still there, Frank.
DREBIN: Yeah. You gotta hand it to Mimi. Her life's in danger and yet she won't run away.
A MAN'S PANTS AND SHOES ARE SEEN WALKING UP THE STREET. AN OLD FASHIONED DETONATOR, WIRE REEL AND DYNAMITE ARE SET DOWN. THE FIGURE LEAVES THE DYNAMITE AND BACKS AWAY WITH THE DETONATOR AND WIRE REEL. THE MAN STOPS AFTER ROUNDING A CORNER AND CONNECTS THE WIRES TO THE DETONATOR. DREBIN GRABS HOCKEN.
DREBIN: Hold it. There's someone over there. Let's go.
DREBIN AND HOCKEN GET OUT OF THE CAR.
HOCKEN (into walkie-talkie): We've spotted a suspect and we're going in.
DISPATCHER (loudly echoing up and down the street): Roger! We copy! Can you give...
HOCKEN: Not so loud.
DISPATCHER: Sorry! We didn't copy that!
HOCKEN: Will you be quiet?
DISPATCHER: Roger. Ready to assist.
THE GLOVED HANDS RAISE THE PLUNGER HANDLE.
HOCKEN: Okay, hold it!
THE FIGURE TURNS AROUND TO REVEAL LANA WEARING MEN'S TROUSERS, SHOES, GLOVES, AND SUITCOAT SLEEVES.
DREBIN: Not this time, Lana. The game's over.
LANA: Stand back!
A CROWD BEGINS TO GATHER ON THE STREET.
DREBIN: Now, make it easy on yourself. We know you did the other bombings.
LANA: I'm warning you, lieutenant. Don't come any closer or I'll blow this neighborhood sky high.
THE CROWD CONTINUES TO GATHER.
HOCKEN: Get back! Get back! All of you, you people are in great danger! Now someone could get hurt! Now get back!
THE CROWD BACKS AWAY. A SPEEDING CAR IS HEARD CRASHING INTO THE CROWD.
DREBIN: Listen to me! Get your hands off that detonator!
LANA: Forget it, lieutenant. You set me up. If I can't have Eddie back, I'll make sure that Mimi can't have him either.
LANA PUSHES THE PLUNGER DOWN AND NOTHING HAPPENS. LANA RAISES IT AND PUSHES IT DOWN AGAIN.
LANA: I don't understand. Eddie!!
EDDIE APPROACHES CARRYING THE DYNAMITE.
CASALES: Piece of cake, lieutenant.
DREBIN: No, thanks. I just ate.
LANA GLARES AT CASALES. A SQUAD CAR DRIVES UP AND THREE UNIFORMED OFFICERS GET OUT. TWO OFFICERS SEIZE LANA.
DREBIN: Well, Lana, you didn't leave town tonight, but you'll be leaving soon for the Stateville Prison.
HOCKEN: OK, boys. Run her in.
THE TWO OFFICERS HOLDING LANA LINE UP WITH LANA AND CROUCH DOWN. THE THIRD OFFICER STANDS BEHIND THEM AND FIRES HIS PISTOL INTO THE AIR. THE TWO OFFICERS AND LANA BEGIN SPRINTING DOWN THE STREET.
INTERIOR SCENE OF THE SQUAD ROOM
DREBIN POURS TWO CUPS OF COFFEE.
DREBIN: Here you are, Ed.
HOCKEN: Oh, thanks, Frank.
DREBIN HANDS ONE OF THE CUPS TO HOCKEN.
DREBIN: Well, it looks like Lana will be doing her bombing up in the Stateville Prison from now on. Up there along with Sally Decker and Martin and Gunderson.
HOCKEN: You know, there's one thing that still puzzles me about this case. Now, you said that Eddie lied about his alibi.
DREBIN: Yeah, he wasn't at the movie. He was over in Milwaukee watching a baseball game. Afraid to tell anyone because crossing over the state line was a violation of parole.
HOCKEN: Parole violation, huh? Well, what are we going to do about that?
DREBIN: Ahhh, forget it. There's some things you can't deprive a man of.
HOCKEN: Well, I'll drink to that, Frank.
HOCKEN AND DREBIN TOUCH COFFEE CUPS AND DO A FAKE FREEZE FRAME. NORBERG ENTERS.
NORBERG: Say, captain, what do you want me to do with these files for...
NORBERG NOTICES THAT THEY'VE FROZEN. HE FREEZES TOO, HOLDING UP AN OPEN MANILA FILE FOLDER. THE PAPERS FALL OUT OF THE FOLDER. NORBERG PUTS DOWN THE FOLDER, PICKS UP A COFFEE CUP AND HOLDS IT UP NEAR THE OTHERS. NORBERG SETS THE CUP DOWN, PICKS UP A TELEPHONE RECEIVER AND FREEZES WITH IT.