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Honey.
Honey, wake up.
- What is it? - Wake up.
It sounds like somebody's knocking.
All right. Hit the lights.
What are you doing?
Stay right here, Mary.
- (SIGHS) - (KNOCKING CONTINUES)
What was it?
It was nothing.
Come on.
Come here.
God.
- (RELIEVED SIGH) - (RATTLING)
What is that?
I'm calling the police.
Hi, I'm at 3301 Cameron Street.
I think somebody is trying to break into our house.
Who's down there?
Little pig.
Oh, God!
They're in here.
- (THUDDING) - (GRUNTS)
John, there's someone out there!
LAPD! I'm coming in!
- (DOOR CREAKS) - (GASPS)
- Don't shoot! Don't shoot! - Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Detective Clarkin.
The missus says she got a visual,
...but she's fuzzy on details.
It was dark. She was upstairs looking down through her window.
Said she was pretty sure she saw a white female, but couldn't guarantee.
She's still a little shaken, but, uh,
...maybe when she calms down a little...
Every day it's something new here.
- At least the weather's nice. - (CHUCKLES)
- Those the home owners? - Yeah. Right this way.
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Think of any reason someone might wanna do this to you?
No.
Disgruntled employee, upset family member, neighbor?
No! No! No one we know would do something like this.
Of course.
Had to ask.
There's been a rash of home invasions...
...over the past few weeks,
...so I'm sure this was in connection with those.
But who would do something like this?
Runaways, hippies, radicals, dropouts.
You name it, you got it all here in California.
Look, I've got a few theories,
...but nothing I can share at the moment.
The good news is, they've all been relatively minor infractions.
People sneaking in, moving things around.
Excuse me, Officer.
This doesn't seem to be something minor.
It certainly didn't feel minor.
No. No, I'm sure it didn't.
I admit, this one seems like they're stepping things up.
Who knows what might have happened if you didn't call when you did.
I just don't understand.
They're crazy, dear. Crazy people do crazy things.
Fuller. Party of three.
Hola. This way, please.
Make a wish.
Happy birthday, Abby.
My birthday is in October.
- Ah. - Oh.
We know.
But aren't birthday parties...
...so much more fun than going away parties?
What? Not my idea.
- What was your idea? I don't know.
Kidnap you. Keep you here forever and ever.
- How sweet. - Thanks.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
One more thing.
What's a birthday party without presents?
Sharon.
Beautiful.
Aw.
- I took it when we were... - I know.
It's Zuma.
Our beach.
It's beautiful, Sharon.
We always said it had a mystical hold over us.
Yeah.
This is actually where we first met. You remember that?
- Yeah. - That bonfire party?
That was a good party.
Credit where credit's due.
In this case, to me.
I'm gonna miss that beach.
- And we're gonna miss you. - Yeah.
So, when you get sick of Boston...
...and decide to come back,
...it'll be the first place that we go.
Thank you. I love it.
Sharon, who's here now?
Thank you.
Thank you.
You promised you weren't gonna throw a party.
And I kept my promise.
But you know how it is.
People show up whenever they feel like it.
Well, maybe you should rethink that policy when the baby arrives.
That song haunts me. It just does.
Mmm-mmm-mmm.
Nothing else to say but that.
Sixteen minutes before 11:00.
This is the HJB program,
...where we have a good time all the time.
We're gonna bop around all night...
...having fun, doing things, you know.
Stick around for your favorite blues and R&B tunes.
72 degrees in Los Angeles right now, 76 in the Valley.
Okay, just tell me what's going on.
I have no idea what's going on.
But let's find out.
Sharon! You can't just look in there.
What? Yes.
I'm just investigating. It's fine.
- Sorry. - (BOTH CHUCKLING)
Is William around?
He rents the guest house. It's just right around there.
Thanks.
You know, you look familiar.
You don't.
You sure we've never met each other?
If we did, you'd remember. I can promise you that.
I'll definitely remember for the next time, then.
You two take care, now.
Needs a few years to mature, but overall, not bad.
- Oh, my God. You're terrible. - (GIGGLES)
What's gonna happen after I'm gone?
Who's gonna keep you in line then?
Aw. You don't have to go, Abs.
You could stay here. There's plenty of room.
And then what?
And then... Ah, who knows?
Isn't that the exciting part about life?
See, you say something like that,
...and fireworks go off.
I say something like that and I'd get a flat tire.
- Oh, don't be silly. - (GIGGLES) It's true.
Guys!
Turn on the lights when you come in, will you?
Jay?
Wojciech?
You guys?
You won't believe the clarity, man.
Dig that platter.
That tonearm?
That's new, too.
The old model had that clunky plastic one. Remember that?
It's really far out, Steve.
Four speeds.
Volume.
Tone controls.
What more could you need? Am I right?
How does it sound?
Oh, out of sight, man.
But are you sure you wanna hear her?
Yeah.
Why wouldn't I?
Because as soon as you hear this beauty...
...no way are you letting me leave here with her.
I've got the scratch, if that's what you're asking.
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