:42:01
-Are you saying you were mugged?
-Mugged? lt was more like a rape.
:42:08
Well, not a real rape.
:42:11
Look, Grand lnquisitor,
if you had ripped me off...
:42:14
...would you barricade yourself
in a hospital room with 20 cops outside?
:42:18
You make an interesting point.
:42:20
lt's not imaginable
that things could be more botched.
:42:23
Yeah?
:42:25
What about Grover?
:42:27
Oh, no! That fruitcake's
gonna be dumping my fake body.
:42:33
Hello, County Morgue, Rita speaking.
Can l help you?
:42:36
I'd like to speak to a Grover Cleaver.
:42:38
l'm sorry.
Mr. Cleaver no longer works here.
:42:41
Bitch, what are you talking about?
:42:45
Mr. Cleaver quit yesterday.
:42:48
He said he was joining the superrich.
:42:54
Grover retired from the morgue.
Too wealthy to hold a job.
:42:57
Man, we are no good at this.
We gotta stop this guy.
:43:00
-How? We don't know where to find him.
-Call Hillary.
:43:03
She doesn't know him.
:43:04
She knew his name from that fat dude
who used to live across the street.
:43:10
You're so defeatist!
:43:12
Fine. l'll track him down myself.
:43:15
lf you did it,
you'd probably muck it up anyway.
:43:18
The guy can't do anything right.
:43:24
Detective!
:43:26
Mr. Hayes. What are you doing here?
:43:33
l'm visiting my Aunt Mabel.
:43:36
She's real sick.
She got polio and emphysema...
:43:40
...all that shit together.
lt's gonna kill her. l swear.
:43:44
She's staying in this room right here.
l'm gonna go say hi.
:43:53
Aunt Mabel, come gimme some sugar, girl.
:43:57
l told you don't listen to them doctors!