Excuse me.
Shithead.
You shouldn't be here.
l know. Ask for at least §1,000, okay?
l'll get as much as l can. You hide.
His wife took his kid and a couple of million...
and we won't get a thousand.
Shut up and stay hidden.
l told him l was coming alone.
Hey, Mr. Crisp.
How's it going?
You said you had information about my family.
Yeah, yeah, l do.
Well, let's have it.
Well, it's going to cost you.
Like §1,000?
Okay, that's obviously not my final offer.
750 would be fine.
l mean, more than fine.
Just tell me what you have, Danny...
and l'll take good care of you.
Okay.
That sounds fair.
l was doing a delivery for Corky last week
out of state...
and l ran into your ex.
How'd she look?
She looked great, Mr. Crisp. Yeah.
She changed her hair and stuff...
but she looked like a million dollars.
ln fact, she looked like about §3 million.
Did she see you?
No. l was changing a tire...
and suddenly, there she was across the street...
taking her kid into this school.
My boy?
Looked great.
He looked very healthy.
lt's a real nice, healthy place where they're living.
lt snows in winter there.
Danny...
where are they?
At the school where l saw them--
Astoria Elementary School.
That's--
lt's in Astoria, Oregon.
All right.
Did you tell anyone else this?
No.
No way.
Hey, l'm not stupid, Mr. Crisp.
You're not?
Danny.
Danny! No!
Danny!
Get up!
Don't you die on me!
l didn't kill him. l didn't kill him.
Was it Crisp?
l don't know. l didn't see anything.
What are you doing?
Hey, hey, hey!
Stop it! Don't do that!
Don't go anywhere.
Let me go!
No! Let me off of him!
l don't like what you've done.
l really don't like it.
lt feels terrible, and it looks dreadful.
l'm trying my best.
Maybe your best isn't good enough.
l'm back.
Oh, great. Well, that was fast.
lt was easy.
l have some great, exciting, wonderful news, Mother.
Oh, you always exaggerate, Cullen.
Everything is always great, terrific.
So, what's so great?
l just found out where they're hiding.
Are you serious? You really know where he is?
Manicure, Mr. Crisp?
Oh, how could l say no to you?
Tell me.
What's happened?
Just let me handle this myself, Mother.
l know what l'm doing.
Everything is under control.
lt's all right. l'm a police officer.
Crisp, you're under arrest.
Put your hands on your head
and get up!
Kimble, not again!
Your hands!
They're up.
When will you leave me alone?
Drop the gun! Drop the gun!
Hey, l'm a police officer.
This is an arrest.
This man's crazy. Look at him.
He'll kill me. You're just going to stand there?
Freeze!
l'm a cop!
l'm Detective John Kimble.
This man is under arrest.
l'm checking.
You can't just walk in here
and put a gun in my face.
l'm trying to get a manicure.
l have witnesses.
l have a witness, too.
lt's murder one this time.
Now you're mine.
The bastard handcuffed me to a dead man!
A dead man!
Come on. Sit down.
Now, did Danny ever say
what Crisp's wife looked like?
No.
Did he ever say what name she was using in Oregon?
He didn't say anything.
Look, l just want to go home.
After the lineup, l'll drive you home.
l'll even buy you dinner.
l'll even cook you dinner.
l'm not doing any lineup...
and there ain't jack shit you can do about it!
l've been after Crisp for four years...
and she's letting my key witness walk away?
Kimble, sit down!
Sit down.
- Sit. - Sit.
Now listen to me.
He killed your boyfriend.
All you have to do is point your finger...
and we can put him away for 30 years.
He wasn't my boyfriend. l hardly knew the guy.
l know you're in there.
l know what you want, but you ain't getting it.
No lineup, no testimony.
So shove your handcuffs up your ass!
Now let me out of here!
Slow down!
Open it and let me out!
O'Hara, meet Kimble.
Kimble's been on this a long time.
Hi.
Let me take care of Cindy.
She'll make Crisp. l guarantee it.
What are you going to do...
handcuff her to your car
and take her for a ride?
l'm not going to offer to cook her dinner.
Kimble, hold on a second. l--
Difficult man. Got to get to know him.
Oh, l can't wait.
Hey, baby.
What you mean, ''Hey, baby''?
¿Dònde vas?
Shit!
Oh, excuse me.
l forgot to introduce myself.
My name is John Kimble...
and l love my car.
l'll keep an eye on it for you.
You got a beautiful ride.
Shit. Who does he think he is?
He's lucky l didn't kick his ass.
Open up.
You can't come in.
Thank you.
What the fuck?
All right...
party's over.
Everyone go home.
Next time, my place.
So who are you, man?
Shit!
l'm the party-pooper.
Hi, Cindy.
Do you mind if l sit down?
No.
Sit down, man.
Oh, it's so nice to see you again.
What are you doing here, you asshole?
Cindy, l don't like you using foul language...
not a classy girl like you.
Don't you have anything better to do?
You don't understand.
l have nothing else to do...
and l have nowhere else to go.
Why are you staring at me like that?
l like you, Cindy.
l'm going to be around you a lot--
days, nights, weekends, holidays.
No.
No, you can't.
Yes, l can.
l'm going to hang out with you
until the end of time.
All right, move it in. Let's go.
Step onto the numbers.
Face front.
Everybody, hands to your side.
That's the creep.
Who?
Number five.
That's him.
Good.
Very good.
Mr. Crisp, you will be remanded into custody
until your trial.
Bailiff, remove the prisoner.
Shh. Don't say anything.
Just take it easy.
l'll take care of it. Trust me.
You know what to do?
l'm your mother, aren't l?
Mind if l talk to my friend a little bit?
l'm not talking to anybody without my lawyer.
He's right in here.
You give me the names
of your drug suppliers and distributors...
and l'll tell the judge
what a nice, cooperative killer you are.
You think the jury's going to convict me
on the testimony of that junkie?
You could be right.
But what about your wife?
You remember her?
All that hard-earned drug money
she stole from you?
How much was it...
§3 million?
l bet she would make a much better witness.
Kimble, you've wasted years chasing after me...
and what has it gotten you, hmm?
Nothing.
l'll be out in a week...
and you'll still be eating take-out food
in that dump you live in.
Yeah, l know all about you, Kimble.
Without me, you wouldn't even have a life.
My old lady left 'cause of the money.
Yours left because she just couldn't stand the sight of you.
l've never seen anyone so little
eat so much.
Yeah, l know. l'm hypoglycemic.
lf l don't eat regularly...
l get a little nuts.
So... where you from?
Austria.
How long you been a cop?
l been a cop for 12 years.
My father was a cop...
my brother was a cop...
my mother was a cop's wife.
And l have no hobbies.
You two are booked on the first flight to Portland tomorrow.
Locate Crisp's wife and offer her immunity
in exchange for her testimony against him.
No offense to O'Hallahan...
but this is my case, and l work alone.
He works alone.
Not anymore.
She's going in undercover
as a substitute kindergarten teacher.
Not exactly a job for you.
l used to be a teacher.
We'll be fine.
What do l do?
She locates the kid...
you find the mother and the cash...
and Crisp spends his life making license plates.
Bon voyage.
Oh, and, Kimble, the name's O'Hara.
OK. Here's the wife at 17.
Real name's Rachel Myatt.
She's from Hannibal, Missouri, class of '76.
Cheerleader, first violin
in the school orchestra...
captain of the girls' softball team.
Her ambition was ''To travel...
experience life...
and meet interesting people.''
Like Crisp.
Okay.
Relax.
Don't let him get to you.
That's her 10 years later.
lt's a great shot of an ear.
You get in touch with her parents?
They're both dead.
The only relative she's got left is the kid.
Hey.
Okay. This is the only picture we have of him.
Cullen Jr., aged 3 months.
That helps much.
lt's the best l could do.
Breakfast, sir? Ma'am?
Please.
No. No, no.
That's a first.
Listen, l was just thinking.
Maybe we should take a wild stab
at getting to know each other
before we have to pretend we're married.
What do you want to know?
How long have we been married?
A long time.
People won't expect us to talk much to each other.
l want to read it, too.
Stop it.
Please?
Let me take a look.
Hey, come here.
lf you don't stop screwing around back there...
this is what l'll do with you.
Ohh.
What's the matter?
l don't know.
l just don't feel so good.
You hungry?
l got to get out of here right now.
Get those tree stumps out of my way
before l vomit all over them.
ls your wife okay, sir?
Compared to what?
Maybe it was the burrito.
Or it could've been the sausages.
l don't think it was the crab salad.
lt couldn't have been the doughnuts.
Excuse me.
Oh, l hate feeling like this.
l hate it, too.
Uh-oh.
Uh-oh what?
Uh-oh...
pull over.
Now?
Yeah. Please hurry.
The key!
Give me the key!
Do you need a hand?
You okay?
l'm fine.
l'll be fine.
Class starts at 9:00 in the morning.
l'll be fine.
You look much better already.
Oh. Kindergarten, 6-year-olds.
That's why l quit teaching, you know.
l got so sick of other people's kids.
l was afraid that l'd never want to have any
of my own.
l have a son.
He's 13.
l remember when he was 5.
He lives with his mother and stepfather.
Aah!
What's the matter?
What...
is...
that?
Oh, excuse me. l forgot to tell you.
This is my ferret.
He doesn't bite. Don't worry.
Come on. Come on out.
This is all l need-- an obstacle.
A goddamn obstacle.
He sends me an obstacle.
Here.
Oh, God.
Don't worry.
l'm going to make it.
l just need a minute.
l'll be ready in just a minute.
l just got--
Oh, God.
How do l look?
Take off the gun.
That's a good idea.
The little bastards are going to eat you alive.
Get some rest, and don't worry.
l've been working undercover for a long time.
They're 6-year-olds.
How much trouble can they be?
On second thought...
take the gun.
Matthew...
l sent you to the principal's office
because you punched Jenny.
l know. She poisoned your hamsters.
She told me all about it...
and she's very sorry.
And l'm sorry that l didn't believe you.
- But you shouldn't punch people. - But she--
Mr. Kimble, Miss Schlowski will see you now.
Let's go back to class.
Can l help you?
l'm John Kimble, your new kindergarten teacher.
We were expecting a Miss O'Hara.
There's been a change of plan.
Four weeks into the new semester...
my superintendent told me l had to replace Mrs. Hagley...
a kindergarten teacher of 25 years' experience...
with an undercover police officer...
and he wouldn't even tell me why.
l don't suppose you would do me the courtesy
of filling me in.
l can't do that.
Oh.
You can't do that.
l'm watching you.
All l have to do is tell my parents
that you're with the police...
and they'll yank their kids
out of this school so fast...
we'd have to close.
And don't you think l won't
if l feel my children are in any danger.
They're not in danger.
l assume you have some teaching experience.
They wouldn't have sent me otherwise.
Just wait here a minute.
Everybody sit down on the carpet!
Good morning, everyone.
Good morning, Miss Schlowski.
Your teacher, Mrs. Hagley
had to go on an important trip.
Where'd she go?
That doesn't matter.
Did she die?
No, Lowell. She went to see someone.
Did they die?
No, Lowell.
Everyone dies, you know.
l know, but not for a long, long time.
Now, until Mrs. Hagley comes back...
we have someone special to help.
This is Mr. Kimble...
your new kindergarten teacher.
Now, let's everybody say, ''Good morning, Mr. Kimble.''
Good morning, Mr. Kimble.
Good morning.
They're all yours.
l'll be watching you.
Hi.
How are you?
l'm very happy to be here.
First l would like to just get to know you.
Quiet.
l'm going to ask you a bunch of questions.
l want to have them answered immediately.
How many of you were born in Astoria?
Raise your hands. Let's see them.
Okay, hmm.
Now, anyone that was not born in Astoria...
somewhere outside like California...
raise your hands.
Yes.
l need to go to the bathroom.
Okay. You can go.
Boys have a penis.
Girls have a vagina.
Thanks for the tip.
Yes?
l need to go to the bathroom...
and l can't get these things off.
l'll get someone to help you.
l'll be right back, okay?
You've learned that the ''e'' is often silent
when it immediately follows another vowel.
Now write and say these words--
Oh, um...
class, uh, Catherine...
can you take over for me, please?
Thank you.
''E'' is the fifth letter of the alphabet.
Yes, can l help you?
l have a problem.
Mr. Kimble...
l need to go real bad.
First day?
Yes.
l'll take care of her.
Thank you.
You know, kindergarten is like the ocean.
Don't turn your back on it.
They're okay.
Don't worry.
Everything is under control.
No.
Monsters.
What are you doing with this?
Aren't you going to break it up?
No. Two more days of this...
and he'll quit.
Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up.
No.
Don't start this.
Aah!
Attention!
This is your new class mascot.
What happened to your dog?
This is not a dog.
This is a ferret.
What's a ferret?
That's a ferret.
Oh!
lf he bites you, you get rabies and die.
No. That's not true.
He never bites.
Can l pet him?
Sure, but one at a time, okay?
Good. Okay, next one. Come on.
Yes.
Good.
Yeah.
Good. Now we're having fun.
What's that supposed to mean?
Mrs. Hagley is a lot better than you.
ls she?
ls she really?
My mom's a teacher in this school...
and she's a lot better than you, too.
Great.
On Monday nights, my mom tutors
and Mrs. Quinn takes care of me.
She's better than you, too.
Great.
And Frankie, my swimming teacher...
and Gus, my T-ball coach, are better than you, too.
l really appreciate your honesty.
You happen to know someone that's not better than me?
l don't know that many people.
John?
Are you there?
How did it go?
Go away.
lt went that well, huh?
You take over tomorrow.
And blow our cover?
Can't do it.
They're horrible.
Tell me about it.
He's gay.
What kind of a man teaches kindergarten?
He's obviously gay.
A male kindergarten teacher isn't what l'm used to.
Samantha calls him ''The giant.''
There he is.
Where, honey?
Holy cow, is that your new teacher?
Yeah.
Oh, my God.
What are you doing?
- l'm not wearing makeup. - None of us are.
You're married. You're allowed to look like slobs.
Be good. l'll be back to pick you up.
Good morning, Mr. Kimble.
Good morning.
l told you he was big.
Play with the kids, honey.
Hi. l'm Jillian, Sylvester's mom.
Do you have a minute?
l'd like to speak with you.
Sure.
Please.
Thank you.
A male kindergarten teacher.
That's unusual.
You're not from around here, are you?
No. l'm not.
Neither am l.
Huh.
Anyway...
um...
l have a small problem.
Yes?
You see, Sylvester's father
doesn't live with us anymore...
and l've just been worried about Sylvester.
He's been acting a little strange lately--
You know, doing odd things.
Like what?
Well, it seems that's he's becoming
a little obsessed with playing with dolls.
You know, it's weird.
l think l can help you with that.
Really?
He uses the dolls to look up girls' skirts.
l caught him doing it yesterday.
Oh. Oh, well, that's a relief.
But l'll keep an eye on him, okay?
Thank you.
Does Sylvester ever see his father?
No. No, not since he was 2.
His father lives in California.
That is far away.
Mm-hmm.
Well, if you give me his name and number...
l could talk to him
about taking more interest in his son.
That's very kind, but l don't think so.
But it's tough on Sylvester, don't you think?
No.
No, what's tough on Sylvester
is his father left us for another man.
Are you married, Mr. Kimble?
No, l'm not.
He's not married, Mom!
Welcome to Astoria...
the single-parent capital of America.
Thank you for your time.
l pledge allegiance
to the flag
of the United States of America...
and to the republic
for which it stands...
one nation, under God...
indivisible...
with liberty and justice for all.
Are these all your lunches?
You mean you eat other people's lunches?
Stop it!
Now we're going to do something extremely fun.
We're going to play a game called...
''Who is my daddy and what does he do?''
Yes?
ls your daddy a fireman?
He's probably big. ls he a wrestler?
A basketball coach?
No, no.
What's the matter?
l have a headache.
lt might be a tumor.
lt's not a tumor!
lt's not a tumor at all.
What l meant was...
you tell me who is your daddy
and what does he do?
Oh.
Get it?
We start right here. You.
My dad repairs cars driven by women who are pinheads.
My dad doesn't do anything since the crash.
My dad gives money to people that doesn't have money...
then people use that money...
then they give other money back
and they give the same amount
of money back to my dad.
My dad doesn't live with us anymore.
He lives in New York and drives a taxi.
My mom hopes he's going to die real soon.
My dad watches TV all day long.
My dad works on computers...
and he's, um, the boss of his company...
and, um, he has a mustache and a beard.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
He doesn't have that much hair because--
and he-- his head is so big
that he can't wear any hats.
My dad's divorced.
My mom's divorced.
My dad, um, is a psychologist...
and he helps people that are hurt
or lost their feelings...
and, um, that's it.
Our mom says that our dad
is a real sex machine.
Good.
l don't know what my dad does.
l haven't seen him in a long time.
He lives in France.
My dad is a gynecologist...
and he looks at vaginas all day long.
Mi papà trabaja en la casa...
y èl juega conmigo mucho.
Thank you. Very good.
Okay. Next, uh--
What's his name with his back to me?
His name's Zach Sullivan.
He doesn't like anyone to talk to him.
He's a poo-poo head.
He's a poo-poo face.
He's a ca-ca poo-poo.
He's a poo-poo ca-ca.
- Poo-poo ca-ca! - Poo-poo ca-ca!
Quiet.
That's enough.
Hey, Zach.
Did your daddy teach you this game?
Come on, Zach. Let's all play together.
lt's so much more fun.
Leave me alone!
What's that?
lt's a fire alarm!
Come on, come on.
Everyone together! Come on.
l'm on fire!
Come on. All together!
l'm on fire!
Very straight. Very straight.
Come on, come on. Get all together.
Everything together. Come on.
Come on. Quiet.
Quiet! Come on.
Shh! Quiet.
Well, we're all glad
the kindergarten class could join us.
That's four minutes.
You should be ashamed of yourselves.
All the other grades...
your times were an improvement...
but they're still not good enough.
l'm very disappointed.
All right, let's get back into school.
Mrs. Sullivan!
So the doctor says it's a stomach flu.
l'm fine. l can eat anything l want.
Let's find a restaurant.
Can we talk business?
There are 14 boys in the classroom.
So far l have three possible suspects, one likely.
Here's a picture. You listening?
l'm listening.
His name's Zach Sullivan. What do you think?
He's cute. Doesn't anybody eat around here?
Listen, he's a dead ringer for Crisp. Look.
Maybe. Come on, John. l'm hungry.
A table for two. Thank you very much.
Two hot dogs.
Two hot dogs?
Mr. Kimble! Mr. Kimble!
Dominic.
lt's him, Mom.
Joyce.
Hello, Joyce.
Dominic has been a great help.
He's a good kid.
Who's that?
Who?
Her.
Oh, that?
Uh, that is, uh--
l am his sister.
Oh, really?
l wouldn't have guessed.
You have to excuse my brother.
He has no manners.
My name is Ursula. Wonderful to meet you.
l'm visiting here from Austria.
l'm Joyce Paulmarie. l work at John's school.
Ah.
And this is Dominic.
Nice to meet you.
Would you like to join us for dinner?
- No. - Ja.
Ja.
Yes, of course. That would be great.
Hi. There will be four of us.
Table 27.
Why did you tell her you were my sister?
Relax, butch. The love doctor is here.
Come to me. l want to start.
Okay. l want a rib eye steak
with mashed potatoes
and a large green salad.
Oh, no. Wait a minute.
l want to start
with the spicy chicken wings.
Are they the tiny ones without meat?
Actually, it's quite a large serving.
Ah, good.
Ooh, good arms.
And a large bowl of the clam chowder.
Uh, and the blueberry pie
with ice cream for dessert.
Ja.
l like how they talk.
l've been trying to get to know the parents...
but some of them are avoiding me.
Some of them are like that.
lt's a strange town that way...
especially with new arrivals.
What do you mean?
l think a lot of people
that come to small towns
are trying to get away from something
or they're hiding something.
Like what?
Well, for example, what brought you here?
Me? Well, there was an opening
for a kindergarten teacher.
Yeah, but what made you become a kindergarten teacher?
l mean, it is a bit unusual.
John is a bit unusual.
Well--
You are.
l was born in Austria.
My father was a teacher.
My mother was a teacher.
So is Ursula.
Ja.
We have a tradition in Austria
where we follow the footsteps of our parents.
So when l moved to this country...
l taught geography
and physical education in Arizona...
and then l coached basketball
at an all-girls school in Rhode lsland, but...
none of it made me really happy.
Why weren't you happy?
Ja. Why weren't you happy?
Well, l got tired of teaching teenagers...
because by the time they came to me...
l felt there wasn't much l could do with them.
l realized that the real action is in kindergarten.
How long have you been teaching kindergarten?
lt's my second day.
Oh.
Ooh, excuse me, but it's good.
lt is good.
Thanks again.
Nice to meet you.
Thank you.
Bye.
l had a great time.
Ja, me, too.
Well, Kimble, l think you scored.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you talking about?
l'm only interested in her
because she works at the school.
She knows the children and the parents.
lf you were any stiffer...
we could take you surfing.
Now, l know you like that woman.
What is your problem?
The only problem l've got
is that l'm doing your job.
You should be cleaning up the paint
and reading stories about bears that go shopping.
l'm stuck with your job.
Yeah. You are.
That's right. l am.
Look, you're going to be out of here
in a few days.
You told me yourself you had a few good leads.
You'll be back dealing with junkies and murderers
in no time.
They're pushing me around.
Who?
The kids.
They're walking all over me.
Listen, Kimble.
You got to handle this
like any other police situation.
You walk into it showing fear...
you're dead...
and those kids know you're scared.
No fear.
Today we're going to play a new fun game.
lt's called ''police school.''
l'm going to be your sheriff.
You're going to be my deputy trainees.
Come on.
Stop whining.
You kids are soft.
You lack discipline.
Well, l've got news for you.
You are mine now. You belong to me!
You're not going to have your mommies here
to wipe your tushies.
Oh, no.
lt's time to turn this mush into muscles.
No more complaining.
No more, ''l have to go to the bathroom.''
There is no bathroom!
Now, the first thing the deputy trainees have to learn
is to freeze whenever you hear this.
Now, the next time you hear this whistle...
each one of you get one toy.
How many?
One!
Good. Then bring it back to the carpet...
pronto.
Ready?
Wait for it.
Sit down.
Ready?
Go quickly.
Get your toy.
Go.
Go for it.
Yes. Very fast.
Good. Quickly.
Bring the toy back to the carpet.
Bring it back to the carpet.
Quick, quick, quick.
Back to the carpet.
Quickly.
Emma.
Emma...
take your toy to the carpet.
l'm not a policeman. l'm a princess.
Take your toy back to the carpet.
l'm not a policeman!
l'm a princess.
Take it back!
All right.
Very good.
You did very well.
Now we're going to play another game.
When you hear two whistle blows...
take your toy back where you got it
and come right back.
How many whistle blows?
- Two! - Two!
Good. Ready?
Go.
Come on.
Come right back to the carpet.
Yes. lt works.
This is great.
Faster, faster.
Come on.
Yes. Come back. Terrific.
This is working. Wait.
l mean, you're very good deputies.
Your sheriff is proud of you.
1, 2, 3, 4.
Wait! Take me.
Down. Up. Down.
Yes, yes, yes!
You've got it.
Yes, Wanda. Good.
Very good.
Big circles. Big circles.
Good.
Now do the same thing. Way back.
And down in big circles.
Big circles.
Yes.
This is a fire drill!
This is a fire drill.
Run to the door.
Dominic, don't forget Ferret.
Yes. lt's a fire drill.
Come on.
Oh, this is terrible.
Come on. Come on.
29.
30.
31.
32.
33.
One more.
Come on. Down and up.
Yes!
Zach is the winner.
Come on, you guys.
March, 2, 3, 4.
Swing your arms.
2, 3, 4.
Swing them high. 2, 3, 4.
1, 2, 3, 4.
Wow.
1, 2, 3, 4!
Reading, writing, arithmetic.
Reading, writing, arithmetic!
Too much homework makes me sick.
Too much homework makes me sick!
When it's time to pass the test...
kindergarten is the best.
Yay!
E-l-E-l-O
And on that farm he had a duck
E-l-E-l-O
All right. Take your milk.
lt makes you big and strong.
lt's story time, Mr. Kimble.
All right.
We all like this one...
and if you read us a story now...
everybody will go to sleep.
All right.
l used to read this to my son.
What's his name?
Who?
Your son.
Oh, Alex is his name.
Where is he?
He lives with his mother.
You see, his mother and l...
we are--
Divorced. l know.
What's a divorce?
lt's when your daddy lives someplace else
and comes over to take you places...
and your mommy says he's a deadbeat.
No. lt's when the daddy
doesn't want to see his little boy anymore.
That's not what it is.
Why don't you want to see your little boy?
Was he bad?
No, he was not bad.
lt wasn't his fault at all.
You see...
his mommy and l, we just nev--
Just sit down, okay?
Let me just start reading.
Why don't you all lie down?
Okay.
Good. And rest.