06x30 - The Long and Winding Road

[bunniefuu]

What's Mack got to do with Dr. Ackerman?

Val's babies are alive.

If she had a baby that'd be about the right age.

Kept talking about her husband...

[both] Harry Fisher.

-Let's go, call Karen. -That's it.

We know where the babies are. Let's go.

What are you doing home?

Get in the house and start packing.

-What? -Just do it.

We, we're going on vacation.

-[scoffs] This is a joke, right? -Don't ask any questions,

-just do it. -Harry...

Abby, I don't know what you're talking about.

Val, your babies are alive.

[suspense music swells]

[theme music playing]

[music continues]

[tense music playing]

-Two hearts. -What?

Insufficient bid.

Director Ruling.

Mrs. Brightwood, please.

Dr. Ackerman, you have given a bid that is too low for play.

It's those people, they interfered with play.

-What's going on here? -Is that--

Tell 'em, doctor.

Tell 'em about the babies.

No!

[clamoring]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Karen screams] Oh!

Karen... get in the car, we'll block him in.

[music continues]

Karen!

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

We got him, we got him.

It's over, Karen. Ackerman, it's over!

Let's go, Ackerman!

[tense music playing]

[g*nsh*t]

[suspenseful music playing]

[ringing]

[Dr. Ackerman on voicemail] Sorry, I'm not in right now,

but if you leave your name and number

and the time you've called,

I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

[glass smashes]

[alarm wailing]

[objects clattering]

[papers rustle]

[police siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs] Mrs. MacKenzie.

Yes?

I'm Detective Childers, San Diego Police.

Oh, oh.

I got quite a mess in my hands.

I'm hoping you can help me straighten a few things out.

-Me? -[Childers] Mm-hm.

Oh, well, I'll try.

This is not a typical suicide.

I got a gallery full of witnesses here

who saw Dr. Ackerman run.

He was running from you.

[alarm wailing]

Now, you, uh, you created quite a stir to get to him.

What were you after?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Try me.

Well...

um, I'd like to wait until my husband...

[alarm wailing]

There was another woman here with you now.

-Who, uh, who was that? -[Karen] A woman, uh...

Yes. Who was that?

-A nurse. -[Childers] Hmm.

She was the associate of, uh, Dr. Ackerman.

Where is she now?

I don't know where she is.

[alarm wailing]

Look, I don't want to have to bring you in, alright?

Bring me in?

That means a lot more paperwork for me

-and a lot more grief for you. -But why? But why?

Well, I didn't do anything wrong.

That remains to be seen.

Look, I think you better talk to my husband.

He happens to be the special investigator--

I know, I know who your husband is.

I look forward to asking him these questions.

We can't seem to find him, can we?

So, what do we do?

[police siren wailing]

[alarm wailing]

[object clattering]

[suspense music playing]

Freeze!

Doing a little redecorating?

Get your hands away from your body.

[waves splashes]

[instrumental music playing]

Ben, this is getting a little weird!

It's a high-love song, it drives Scottish women wild!

I can see why!

Ben! You are going to wake the neighbors!

They're probably going to call the police!

Whose to blame 'em?

Would you stop that and get in here?

See, I told you it drove women wild.

Oh, that sounds so good with that!

Oh, Lord!

Get in here, you. [giggles]

Goody gumdrops, I'm going to find out.

Find out what?

What a Scotsman wears under his kilt?

-Oh... -[telephone ringing]

Oh, no, hold it, hold it, hold it, the phone!

No! No, don't you answer that, no!

Sorry. Sworn to secrecy about the kilt, hello?

[Mack] Ben, I need your help, I've been busted.

What?

[Mack] Ackerman blew his brains out before we could get to him.

[grunts]

Where are you now?

I'm here with Val.

Who is it?

Who is it?

[Mack] I'll probably need bail, so bring your checkbook.

Where's Karen?

[Mack] I don't have time to explain,

just get down here.

The station's in Delmont,

-near the racetrack. -What?

[Mack] Right near the racetrack.

Okay, I... I'll be there.

-[Mack] Hurry up. -Yeah.

Be there?

I have to leave.

-What? -Yeah.

Who was that? Was it Mack?

Yeah, it was Mack.

Well, what's wrong with Karen?

Well, nothing, no, there's nothing. It's...

Something I gotta do for Mack, and you gotta help him out with,

and I forgot about it, and it, it can't wait.

-No, it's-- -You gotta go now?

Um, where's my keys?

We left your car at the shop.

Oh, no. I need your car.

-Ben. -[Ben] Please?

They're over there by my purse.

Thank you very much.

-These keys? -Yes.

Okay.

[Val] Are you gonna tell me what this is all about?

Well, I...

I can't, there's no time right now.

It's uh, it's okay, I mean, don't worry about it.

Everything's fine, you're gonna love it.

Come here and give me a kiss.

Yeah.

You'll love this, really.

[gloomy music playing]

[grunts]

[sighs]

Still haven't located your husband.

Maybe you oughta check yourself into a room.

Why, am I being held?

No, we've got all we can for now.

We know where to find you.

Well, when your husband returns, have him give me a call.

[instrumental music playing]

[woman] Roger...

Excuse me, where do I go to post bail?

Well, usually Hopkins takes care of that,

but I don't see him around. Who's it for?

The name's MacKenzie, Patrick MacKenzie.

What did he do?

I don't really know. He, uh, called me tonight.

When'd they pick him up?

Uh, had to be sometime tonight.

Uh-huh. He's not here.

But he called me and told me

that he was at the sheriff's substation

in Delmont near the racetrack.

Well, you got the right place, but we ain't got no MacKenzie.

Sorry.

Look, I tell you what, if you want,

you can have a seat, and when Hopkins gets back,

maybe, um...

Hold on just a second. I got an idea.

Hold on right there.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

So, uh, you're looking for Mac MacKenzie?

Yeah.

Why don't you come over to my office?

Have a seat.

I'm Sergeant Bernard.

Uh, Ben Gibson is my name.

You a friend of his?

Yes, I am.

I'd like to get this over with as soon as I can.

Not so fast. We've got a problem.

We've got a problem.

We have a suspect in custody who bears a striking resemblance

to the governor's special investigator, Mack MacKenzie,

but he has no ID on him,

and he refuses to answer any questions.

And what has this alleged suspect been charged with?

Breaking and entering.

He busted up some doctor's home over on Seaview.

-Ackerman. -Damn it, MacKenzie's no dummy.

He's gotta realize somebody's gonna recognize him here

sooner or later.

This no ID business.

It's almost as though he expected to get caught.

Maybe he did.

He, uh, probably wanted to keep his name

out of the paper for as long as possible.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

Somehow I think you already did.

[coin clangs]

[telephone rings]

Hello?

Val?

[Val] Oh, Karen, hi.

Uh, yes, Val.

I-I know it's late, but I have to speak to Ben.

Well, he's not here. See, Mack called .

And he just... he took off. Karen?

-What's going on? -Did Mack say where he was?

No, uh, see, I didn't talk to him.

Ben did. Karen, what's...

But where was Ben going?

I don't know. See ...

Karen, please tell me what's going on?

Are you alright?

I'm fine. I can't talk now.

If Ben or Mack called, just tell them

I'm still at the, the hotel in San Diego.

San Diego?

-I'm sorry, I can't talk. -Karen...

[telephone cut off]

[cop] You're not gonna tell me

what's so important in that doctor's house

that MacKenzie'd risk going to jail for, are you?

Maybe it was official business.

Then why the hell didn't he go through channels?

Maybe he didn't have time. I'm just his friend.

I came down here to bail him out.

What are you attacking me for?

Because I'm frustrated. I'm a cop.

I don't like it when people go around breaking the law,

for whatever reason.

On the other hand, I figure he's got to be onto something.

Otherwise, I'd book him just like any other burglar.

You mean, he's not being held?

He's probably waiting for you in the lobby right now.

Pretty slick, Sarge, keeping me up here

asking me all these questions.

Don't push it, Gibson.

Get your friend and get out of here

-before I book both of you. -Fine.

Oh, Gibson.

Tell your friend I expect a full explanation

when whatever this is is over.

Right?

Right.

[soft music playing]

Good morning.

-Hi. How you doing? -Good morning.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm okay. But where have you been?

It's a long story. Where's Wilson?

-What? -Nurse Wilson. Where is she?

Um, I-I didn't tell the police anything about her.

Fine. Where is she?

Well, she wanted to see her kids,

and I-I didn't know what to do, so I, I let her.

That's alright, I guess.

Well, what happened to you?

One minute you're standing in front of Ackerman's car

and the next thing I know, you're gone.

-I'll tell you all about it. -Well, what happened to you?

Come on, let's walk and talk.

Well, we can't take the jeep. It's wrecked.

Forget the jeep.

So close to those babies.

Whatever chance we had of finding them is gone, isn't it?

It's not over yet, Karen. It's not over yet.

[tranquil music playing]

See you right back.

[Karen] "Hargrove, Brady, Larvo, King, Johnson, Fisher, Maris,

-Silvey, Redick, Frank." -I don't know.

There's not much to go on. That's all we've got.

-"Seabrook--" -How many names are on the list?

Fourteen.

-[Ben] No addresses given? -No.

No adoptions dates either.

But the agencies are listed.

-Let me see the list. -Yeah.

Ben, this name, Fisher.

-Harry Fisher. -What?

I don't know. It means something. I just don't know.

Nothing. That's why I'm telling you,

we've got to go to the agencies.

There's not enough time for that.

You know the secrecy laws regarding adoption.

Even if I had a court order, it'd take weeks

to go through the agency papers.

Ackerman's suicide is probably in this morning's papers.

Whoever has the babies is gonna see it and run.

We've got to do something. We've got to do something now.

Hold on, wait a minute.

There may-there may be more time than we think.

-Did you run it in the news? -How do I know?

I was going to San Diego to get you out of jail.

Now, what was-- what was the name

of that lawyer we went and saw?

-Kavanagh. -Kavanish.

-No? -Kavanagh.

Kavanagh, that was it.

The adoptions that he and Ackerman arranged

seemed to be legitimate.

All I'm saying is maybe the adoptive parents don't know.

-He's right. -Yeah?

And what if they do?

[birds chirping]

Good morning.

Hi. Good morning.

-Cantaloupe. -Yes.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

-Oh, man. -What?

-Take a look at this. -No.

I don't want to start off my day on a bad note.

[Gary] "Mystery surrounds the apparent suicide

of Southland physician Dr. Mitchell Ackerman."

Dead after a self-inflicted g*nsh*t wound.

That was Val's doctor.

I talked to him the night she lost the babies.

Does it say anything else?

Yeah, "Dr. Mitchell Ackerman, age 55,

"was found slumped in his car

"in a hotel parking lot yesterday.

"San Diego police are still investigating

"the circumstances surrounding his death.

"First reports indicate

"that his death was in fact a suicide,

"though no official ruling will be made until authorities

have completed their investigation."

I don't know what happened.

I'm late. I'll see you, honey.

[gloomy music playing]

[telephone rings]

-Hello? -Laura.

[grunts]

[sighs]

[telephone rings]

[Greg] Laura, listen to me.

Look, there is nothing you can say that I want to hear, okay?

[telephone rings]

Just give me a second to tell you that I'm sorry.

[Abby] Greg, it's Abby.

Oh, in that case, I'm not sorry.

Uh, can I talk to your mother, please?

She's not here.

Do you know when she'll be back?

Oh, I guess in about six months

if she proves to be a good girl.

[sighs] I really don't have time for this, Greg.

Just put her on.

I'd like to do that, but I presume

that right now she's somewhere over the Atlantic.

Are you serious?

[Greg] I put her on the plane myself,

and with some stunt the two of you pulled.

What the hell did you think you were gonna accomplish?

Did she leave anything for me?

Did she say anything about me?

Actually, she did say something.

She said the next time I saw you,

to give you a big hug.

[sighs]

[gloomy music playing]

Abby, it may catch up to you after all.

[telephone rings]

-Hello? -[Greg] Don't hang up on me.

Honey, you've been up for 24 hours.

Now, why don't you go home and get a little rest?

I can't go home. There's no time.

Mack is out there calling everybody he knows.

Now, what can you possibly do here?

I don't know. Call everyone on the list.

Oh, good idea. Here. Here's the name.

Johnson. Charles Johnson.

Now, are you gonna call all the Charles Johnsons

in the three LA area phone directories?

If I have to.

Uh-huh.

And what are you gonna do if somebody answers?

I don't know, Ben.

There you are.

I've been calling you all over the place.

You have an appointment this morning.

Cancel it. Here.

Uh, get, um, two copies of this and hurry.

Got it.

Honey, we don't even know

if the families on the list live in LA

They may not even live in California.

-What would you suggest? -[Ben] This.

Let's get some rest.

In case Mack calls in a favor,

we'll be fresh in case we have to move.

Johnson.

Johnson.

[Sheila] Ta-da.

Breakfast.

Good morning. Good morning.

I bet you thought I forgot about you. Huh?

Here we go. Here comes the airplane.

[buzzing]

Mmm. What do you think? What do you think?

-Oh, it's just so good. -Sheila, I overslept again.

Why didn't you wake me?

You've been working such long hours.

You needed the rest.

Here we go. [buzzing]

I'll have toast.

What's the matter? What's the matter?

-Oh, no. -What?



What's wrong?

I dropped 60 grand on the spot market last week.

Gold's dropped down to below the 300 mark.

[sighs]

I am gonna take a bath on this one.

I gotta get to the office.

The next time your father has any hot tips for me,

remind me to k*ll him.

Wait, take this with you.

Pictures like this give me the willies.

[babies cry]

Don't cry. Don't cry.

Oh...

You know, sometimes it doesn't seem like it.

But your dad loves you very much, very much, very much.

-[babies crying] -Oh, no, no, don't cry.

[instrumental music playing]

Hi.

Can I give you a ride?

You can't outwalk me.

This car's a lot faster than you.

Can it go through solid objects?

What?

[car horn honks]

[woman] You jerk!

-This is ridiculous. -Go away.

You know I wouldn't sleep with Abby.

Go away.

I haven't slept with Abby since we started seeing each other.

She was looking for her dress in your office.

I wasn't even home.

I'm so sick of this. I'm so sick of this.

I don't want to have anything to do with you.

This was all arranged by my mother to get rid of you.

-Well, it worked. -No, it didn't.

I got rid of her. I've thrown her out.

-She's gone. -[scoffs] She'll never be gone.

I can't believe you're gonna let her beat you

with this childish prank.

I'm so sick of being an outsider,

of not knowing what is going on.

You want commitment? You've got it.

-Your word is worthless. -Marry me.

Right.

What do I have to say to get through to you?

I'm asking you to marry me right here, now, this minute.

I'm already married.

[gloomy music playing]

Nice car.

[meloncholy music playing]

Damn you, Ruth.

-Mrs. Ewing. -What?

A messenger just dropped this off.

Thanks.

[indistnict chatter]

Judge Paulson.

-How you doing? -Sorry to bother you,

but this is important.

Well, Mack, what can I do for you?

I need the records of a couple of adoption agencies opened.

Does, uh, this have anything to do

with the incident in San Diego last night?

Word travels fast.

I need this done right away.

I was hoping that you could move on it.

I'm sorry. I can't help you with this.

Who can?

[Paulson] Judge Spaulding is the expert in adoption proceedings.

Spaulding. I don't know Spaulding. I don't know him.

Judge Spaulding is a woman.

And you've been staring at her since you arrived.

I'm sorry.

-Hello. -Mack MacKenzie. Ben Gibson.

-Hello, Your Honor. -Let me see what you've got.

It's an unusual situation, Your Honor.

It's 14 names, no addresses, no birth dates,

no birth parents, no sex of the adopted children.

There's nothing for us to go on at all.

It's not at all unusual.

Adoption procedures are extremely complex,

deliberately so, to protect the privacy

of all the parties involved.

This adoption was done illegally.

That only compounds the problem.

Is there anything you can do to help us?

If I had all the facts,

how soon do you need this information?

Yesterday.

[Spaulding] As a judge, I do have power,

but I can't work miracles.

At best, if I started proceedings on this right now,

we could penetrate this list of agencies

in two or three weeks, at best.

I'm sorry, but that's what you're up against.

[reporter] Moscow... The man and one of the women

chased Ackerman from the hotel to his car,

where Ackerman produced a p*stol

and fatally shot himself in the head.

According to sources close to the investigation,

the San Diego police have learned the identity

of the mystery man who pursued Ackerman.

M. Patrick Mack MacKenzie.

The Governor's special investigator.

One of the woman with MacKenzie has been tentatively identified

as MacKenzie's wife, Karen Fairgate MacKenzie.

The identity of the second woman remains elusive,

as do the reasons for the confrontation,

chase, and suicide of the noted obstetrician.

I'm sorry.

There are seven more Hargroves listed in the valley.

How far out do you want me to go?

The whole state.

[telephone rings]

Hi, how are you?

It's Karen. How are the babies?

Karen MacKenzie.

Of course, you do, we met at the hospital

at the Lamaze class.

You don't have any kids.

Yes, well, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong Hargroves.

What's Mack got to do with Dr. Ackerman?

-What? -I just heard it on the radio.

Mack was there, so were you. What the hell's going on?

I'm sorry, Gary.

It's just really... It's hard to explain.

Karen?

Val's babies are alive.

[soft music playing]

Sheila?

Sheila?

Sheila?

Where is she?

Damn.

There's Daddy. Hi.

There's Daddy.

-Get in the house. -What are you doing home?

Get in the house and start packing.

-What? -Just do it.

-We're, we're going on vacation. -[scoffs] This is a joke, right?

Don't ask any questions.

-Just do it. -Harry. Whoa.

[knocks on door]

Oh, Abby. Well, this is a surprise.

Lilimae, I have come to see Val.

Oh, well, she isn't here just now.

But you can still come in.

Do you know when she'll be back?

Do you know where she is?

Well, she...

Lilimae, where is she?

Well, she went over to see Ben last night

and she hasn't come home yet.

Um, do you want me to give her a message? Huh?

Just give me everything we got on Ackerman.

I mean, everything, and I don't care

if it takes you all night to do it.

I started the moment the story broke.

Thank you very much. See why I keep you around.

Now, put Jennifer on this list of adoption agencies.

I want the names and numbers of all the top people

at those agencies and anything else she can get.

You got it.

I once got on an airplane to Marrakesh

to do the story of the century, only to find out

that w*r had just broken out in Central America.

I've tried to make sense out of congressional speeches.

I've covered stories that you, dear friend,

have been in the middle of. This is frustrating.

The babies are out there, man.

They are out there somewhere

and we don't know where they are

and we don't even know where to begin looking for them.

Harry Fisher.

-What are you talking about? -Harry Fisher.

-What are you talking about? -Remember, when Sumner resigned?

Where were we?

We were... in the valley somewhere talking to some woman.

Her name was Sheila. Sheila Fisher.

If she had a baby, that would be about the right age.

She kept talking about her husband,

[both] Harry Fisher.

-Let's go. Call Karen. -That's it.

We know where the babies are. Let's go.

Call Karen. I'll get the car.

We thought confronting Ackerman with the nurse

would do it, but he ran and, well, you know the rest.

How much does Val know?

None of it.

[telephone rings]

Until we find the babies

I don't think she should.

Yes. Mack.

Karen, it's Harry Fisher. We found out where the babies are.

-At least one of them, anyway. -How do you know?

Ben and I are on the way to the valley.

Meet us at the-at the foot of a Temescal Canyon

-at Pacific Coast Highway. -Mack.

Meet us in the parking lot. Don't... just go.

What?

They found the babies.

Where? Come on, come on, come on.

-[Karen] They found the babies. -Alright, come on.

Val.

-Abby, what are you-- -Please,

Let me talk to you for a minute, okay?

What?

I don't quite know how to...

...tell you this.

I got a phone call from Mrs. Ewing.

I naturally thought they wanted to talk to me, but...

It, it was a strange conversation.

Confusing.

Until I realized...

[scoffs]

What?

Until I realized they didn't want to talk to me.

They wanted to talk to you.

[scoffs]

Abby, I don't know what you're talking about.

-Val. -What?

They told me your babies are alive.

[soft music playing]

What?

They told me where we could find them.

Where?

I know where they are.

Where?

Come on.

[tense music playing]

You seem awfully... calm.

Yeah.

-May I turn... -You want the radio?

Yeah. Thanks.

[newsreader] And now a look at some other news on today's...

[man] The real reason this team's been dominate...

[upbeat music playing on radio]

♪ Before you walk back through that door ♪

♪ There is something you should know... ♪

That's nice.

♪ Changes ♪

♪ Some rearranging ♪

♪ This time will drive things my way ♪

♪ If you want... ♪♪

[seagulls squawking]

-Where are they? -Relax.

They're at the station. We got a 15-minute jump on them.

[tense music playing]

-What's he doing here? -What difference does it make?

Yo! Look, it's up here someplace. Follow us.

I thought you knew where it was.

We kind of do. Come on, follow us.

-Kind of. -Just follow us, will you?

[upbeat music playing]

♪ Baby you're so young ♪

♪ So young ♪

♪ And you've been so much fun... ♪

Val, you alright?

I'm fine.

♪ Baby you're so young... ♪

It's weird, isn't it?

-What? -[sighs]

Me getting a phone call for the wrong Mrs. Ewing.

I mean, ordinarily, it would be embarrassing.

Yeah.

♪ Cause you'll never be alone like this ♪

♪ Cause baby you're so young ♪

I'll have to admit, I'm surprised

that you're taking it like this.

-Like what? -You're so calm.

I-I would have thought you would have been all excited.

[humming]

I love this song.

♪ So young ♪

♪ So young... ♪

I always knew they were alive.

♪ But baby you're so young ♪

I should have been driving.

Why?

Because I drove the last time. I would have found this.

Should have had the cops here. Damn it!

It's going to be sticky out here.

-I'm telling you. -Yo, we don't even know

where out here is, do we?

Let me drive.

[Mack] I came where we should have gone.

We should have turned left three blocks ago.

[Ben] Three blocks?

-You drive. -Let me drive.

[suspenseful music playing]

If this weren't so serious, it would be funny.

[instrumental music]

What are you doing down here?

I'm feeding the babies.

We should be packed by now.

Why are you rushing like this?

Because I want to beat the afternoon traffic.

Well, we should leave tonight.

I want to go now.

I, I still have to go to the store.

We need diapers. I have to pick up a prescription.

The kids have ear infections.

If you pay attention to them once in a while, you know that.

I don't care about that right now.

Well, we're not going anywhere

until I pick up their prescriptions.

I will go to the store,

pick up the prescriptions.

You stay here and start packing. Alright.

Alright.

But I can't watch both kids

and do the packing at the same time.

Come on, baby. Let's go for a ride...

-To the store. -Harry.

Harry, is something wrong?

-Did I say something was wrong? -No.

Do you know of anything that could be wrong?

No.

Okay. Well, you've been bugging me

about taking a vacation three months.

I need a vacation, so we're taking one.

-[baby cries] -That's it.

-Is it much farther? -I don't think so.

Okay.

-Wonder, what I'll say. -To who?

Well, you think of something, you always do.

What?

What are we gonna say to these people when we get there?

Hello, a terrible mistake has been made.

You know those children you adopted?

They're not yours. Can we have them back, please?

Oh, Gary, we don't even know if, if the Fishers

have any idea that those babies were stolen.

We don't even know if both babies are there.

One thing at a time.

That's it.

Gary!

Wait a minute. Let's not scare them off.

I think Karen and I should just go up there for now.

-Come on. -I hope they're there.

Well, we'll soon find out.

You're handling this pretty well.

Your kids may be in there if they weren't my kids.

Sorry.

It's okay.

[knocks on door]

[inhales and exhales heavily]

-[baby cries] -[knocks on door]

Now...

Hi, I remember you.

Remember him? We are having a rough day.

You just missed Terry, but he should be back soon.

Mrs. Fisher.

Shh. Uh, shh. Yeah. Yeah.

I-I don't quite know how to say this.

Or even if...

Even if you're aware of it, but...

Mrs. Fisher, your baby was adopted, right?

Yeah.

Well, we adopted two twins, actually.

Shh, angel.

What's this all about?

Your babies were adopted illegally.

-No. -They were taken ...

From their natural mother without her permission.

That's not true.

Yes. Yes, it is true.

We found the doctor who was responsible.

[gloomy music playing]

[baby crying]

Don't ask.

Why are you saying these things? I want you to leave now.

You know it's true, Mrs. Fisher.

They're mine.

We waited a long time for this adoption.

What are the bags for, Mrs. Fisher?

What?

What are the bags for? Where are you going?

We're going on a trip.

Going on a trip because you're afraid?

No. Harry needs a vacation. Shh.

[Mack] You're going on a trip because you're afraid

the babies will be found out?

I'm gonna call the police.

Yeah, that'd be good.

Harry! Go!

They want to take the babies!

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