Thinner

Gypsy caravan.

Honest-to-God Gypsies.

Do I?

- Do I have to? - Oh, yes.

Well?

297.

Billy, you were 297 last week.

It takes some time for these diets to work.

Heidi, what are you doing to me?

- Good morning. - What you wanted me to do to you...

in the backseat of your father's car.

I'm proving my love.

- You gonna get Mr. Mafia off today? - Please don't call him that.

It's bad enough your father's defending him. Jokes I can do without.

You'll say this is justice.

Keep it up, I'll take your video card away.

You would not.

Try me, sweetheart.

- I'm glad you two think this is funny. - Come on.

I wouldn't have taken Ginelli's case unless I was convinced of his innocence.

Maybe. This time.

There's my ride.

I go to wipe out Tataglia's inert science.

Bye. Love you.

The defense calls Max Duggenfield to the stand.

Your Honor, I object.

Considering the fact that the defendant...

is accused of ordering Mr. Duggenfield's death...

Mr. Halleck, are you sure you want this witness to testify?

If Max Duggenfield feels...

my client paid $40,000 to have him killed...

I want to hear him state it in open court.

Call Max Duggenfield to the stand.

Mr. Max Duggenfield, please.

- What the hell are you doing? - Remember about that detective agency?

- So this is really about... - Pulling your ass out of the fire.

Please raise your right hand.

Do you swear to the tell the truth, so help you God?

- I do. - State your name for the record.

Max Duggenfield.

Mr. Duggenfield.

Anybody else out there...

who might want to see you dead?

- Maybe. Possibly. - To your knowledge...

has there ever been a price on your head before?

Well...

- Three years ago... - Who was it?

Who took a contract out on your life three years ago?

- Objection! - Overruled.

Well, it was my wife.

She got feisty this one time. The P.M.S. Thing maybe.

You know how they get.

Then there was this money matter...

Your Honor...

Now that she's gone through the change...

everything is beautiful.

Grazie, Mama.

Guillermo...

grazie.

- Just doing my job. - Fuck that.

I owe you a big one, William.

Listen.

I know you had to lobby Mr. Lily-White-Collar-Partner...

to take this case, so...

What this is really all about is...

Even after I'm done paying your firm a fucking fortune...

I'm still gonna owe you, big time.

Mangia!

Play with fire?

You got it, mister. You tried the rest, now try the best.

What you think? Come on, everybody! It's fun!

They're coming this afternoon to fix the elevator.

And congratulations. You made the noon news.

Hey, Billy, you pulled it off. I never would have believed it possible.

Kirk Penschley proves once again...

without faith, good deeds are dead.

Hey, kiddo, you gotta take a few pounds off there.

Come on. I want to show you something.

Have you looked across the street this morning?

Check this out.

Do you see that Gypsy piece of ass down there?

How can I miss her?

All right. Give her this quarter, tell her to raise her skirt.

- Didn't your prick escape sixth grade? - I hope not.

What's the matter?

Afraid she heard you?

I'm taking the afternoon off.

- Say "Good afternoon, Billy." - Good afternoon, Billy.

Don't forget tonight at the club. We'll celebrate.

What's taking Hopley so long?

- They should have been out hours ago. - Hi, Judge.

I want to thank you for turning me on to that detective agency.

- It won me a big case this morning. - Forget that.

We've been invaded by a bunch of filthy, thieving Gypsies.

I don't know, Judge. They bring a little fun.

They bring disease, crime and prostitution.

- What fun is that? - Who's the old guy?

Their chief. Named Lempke.

- At last. Good riddance. - Not yet.

They've rented some land at Lars Ancaster's farm.

You can't drive them off private property.

Yes, you can. Unless you want the high school football team down with the clap.

They make their money on dog fights!

Hey, Judge, no problem.

To Dell Barton Investigative Services...

the best in New England.

And to winning. May it ever be so sweet.

Here, here.

Easy, boy. Down, boy.

No, no, no. No, no.

No way, my hero. We're out of here before you explode.

- The party is over. Let's go. - Can you get the cars?

I'll get the car. We'll pick up a pound cake on the way out.

No, no, no.

- You've got to stop eating like that. - I know.

Billy, I want you to stop digging your grave...

with a spoon and fork.

I love you.

I love you.

Otherwise, I'd keep my mouth shut.

I can't help it, Heidi.

All I think about is food.

Maybe I ought to help you try to think about something else.

Heidi.

Still thinking about food?

I want you fill this...

for my nose.

- What you look at? - Nothing. Nothing.

Go ahead.

There's so much more to life than food.

- Just... - What?

Just don't stop.

Don't stop what?

- Please. - Please what?

Please, please, please.

Papa, it is cold.

I'll go get my coat.

God!

- How come you get a trial so quick? - It isn't a trial.

It's a coroner's inquest, a much simpler proceeding.

But it was an accident.

So what's the worst that could happen?

Nothing will happen to your father, Linda.

- He didn't do anything wrong. - So you'll totally get off?

There's nothing to "get off" from. I didn't do anything wrong.

An accident is not a crime.

You saw the old woman leave the store, Mr. Bangor.

- She was running? - I guess so. They were stealing.

Yes, but she was running? That's what I want to establish.

I can't say for sure. I was in the back of the pharmacy...

That will be all, Mr. Bangor. You may step down.

Chief Hopley.

Chief, perhaps you can help us.

Was Mr. Halleck traveling within the legal speed limit?

Yes, sir. We have witnesses...

and his skid marks confirmed that.

Was he Breathalyzed?

Yes, sir.

Results?

Well, sir, Mr. Halleck was as sober as a judge, Judge.

Under the circumstances, I'll let that go.

You are dismissed, Chief.

This court finds no grounds on which to charge William Halleck...

in the death of Suzanne Lempke, which is hereby ruled accidental.

This hearing is closed.

- You drive. - Mm-hmm.

Sir?

Thinner.

Get in the car.

283. Somebody call Richard Simmons.

- Did you weigh yourself? - 283.

283. No fooling?

No fooling.

That is 14 pounds in seven days.

- Congratulations. - Yeah, not bad, huh?

You look slimmer.

I haven't seen you stop eating.

- Maybe it's guilt. - That's stupid.

It hasn't affected my diet any more than it's affected yours.

Ahhh!

- Why did I come out here today? - For the exercise.

From the looks of you, it's finally doing some good.

There's nothing like avoiding a manslaughter charge...

to turn a man's life around.

That's witty, Kirk, and compassionate too.

- What did he say? - Foot-in-mouth disease.

That kind of attitude could cost you court cases...

especially in my court.

You leave me alone, or I'll get Billy to run you over in that golf cart.

- Kirk. - What?

Give me a little kiss, sweetheart. Right here.

Billy, have you lost your mind?

That's surprisingly easy to do once you've lost a few pounds.

Come on.

Mike, look at this, would you?

- Your psoriasis is coming back. - Why?

"Why ask why?" As they say on TV.

Stress probably. Use that ointment from last time.

- Hey! - For horses. Better for cows.

281!