Strangers Episode Guide
14 - Can I Get a Witness?
First Air Date:
November 26, 1986
Nielsen Rating: 14.0 HH
Created by: Dale McRaven
Written by: Bob Keyes
Directed by: Joel Zwick
Bronson Pinchot: Balki Bartokomous
Mark Linn-Baker: Larry Appleton
Ernie Sabella: Mr. Donald Twinkacetti
Melanie Wilson: Jennifer Lyons
Rebeca Arthur: Mary Anne
John Del Regno: Vince Lucas
James Gallery: Mr. Dunne, Defense Attorney
Ivan Bonar: Judge Francis T. Ceretto
Milt Oberman: Mr. OíDay, Prosecuting Attorney
Kopi Sotiropulos: Court Bailiff
Marianne Muellerleile: Police Woman #2
Appearances: Dimitri appears in three different places throughout this
episode. First he can be seen right behind Larry sitting on the cabinet just
outside the kitchen. Later he is sitting on the dining room table wearing a
prisonerís hat with a ball and chain around his back right leg. This costume
can be seen even better at the end of the show when Dimitri, despite the ball
and chain on his leg, somehow managed to move to the couch.
"Gambling is just the tip of the ice cube."
"Lenny's a singing baseball player?"
"So . . . these are the Halls of Justice. Where are the Halls of
"The home of the free, the land of the Braves."
"Weíre going to send you up the river without a poodle."
"Oh Cousin, you got modicum you donít even know about!"
ridiculous: Said twice in this episode.
used in this episode:
"Oh, go on with you!"
Mary Anne's "Yay!"
Other running jokes used
in this episode:
Larry does his "shmuck
Balki and Larry wrestle with another, including nose and ear pulling
Larry answers one of Balki's questions incorrectly just to move on
- The title of this episode was the name of a 1963
Marvin Gaye song.
- This episode marks the first time we see Balki wearing his bullet hat.
- Balki says he stopped at the newsstand to pick up
the latest edition of Spiderman comics. Balkiís references to Spiderman
would decrease over the years but in these early episodes they were still fairly
- This was the first episode in which Larry and
Balki were arrested. They would be incarcerated again twice . . . for
reveal their source on a news story in Prose and Cons and when Larry is
incorrectly identified as a robber in The Wedding.
- Vince Lucas, played to perfection by the
wonderful John Del Regno, was the epitome of an underworld heavy. His role
was so menacing and so serious it made it even more funny when Vince returned to
the series in the season three episode The Pen Pal with a completely
unexpected comic twist!
- Balkiís comment about Judge Wapner referred to
the very popular show The Peopleís Court which ran, which Judge Joseph
Wapner presiding, from 1981 to 1993. A new incarnation of the show debuted
in 1997 and can still be seen on television today.
If you look closely during the court scene, you'll see that Vince's
"secretaries" are in attendance, sitting behind Vince in the gallery
during the proceedings.
- Marianne Muellerleile, who played Policewoman #2,
also appeared in the season six episode Grandpa as Athena, an
enthusiastic patron in the Greek restaurant. Fans of Bronson will probably
know her best from his short-lived CBS series The Trouble with Larry in
which she appeared in practically every episode as a Margaret Dumont-type
character. She also made an appearance in the pilot episode of Bronson's
1997 CBS series, Meego. You can visit her fabulous and very
thorough official website by clicking here!
The first policewoman is now also very familiar to us . . . she is the same
extra who keeps showing up in the background throughout the series! This
is her most notable appearance to date, yet without a speaking part she is still
uncredited and her identity remains, as yet, unknown.
- Sadly, two of the character actors in this
episode have left us. Actor James Gallery who played the seedy defense
attorney Mr. Dunne, passed away in 2001. Veteran actor Ivan Bonar, who
played Judge Ceretto, passed away in 1988.
Playing the bailiff in this episode is Kopi Sotiropulos, who is currently a
weatherman for KMPH Fox channel 26 in the central San Joaquin Valley in
California! You can read his biography by clicking here
(check the "Meet the Team" page
under "About Us" for a very
funny video interview with him as well!)
- This episode marks the first time Larry does his
"Jose Vasquez" voice when he talks to the airline to cancel the
flights he booked out of the country. In future scripts, the writers would
put "a la Jose Vasquez" whenever they wanted Mark to affect a Mexican
- When Vince kicks in their door, he breaks the door jam but the door
remains on its hinges. So why is the door later completely off its hinges?
The episode begins with Larry sorting through his record album collection, which
is in disarray. "Look at this . . . Balki!" Larry sighs,
"They're all in the wrong jackets. Wayne Newton is in Juice
Newtonís jacket. There's no telling where Olivia Newton-John is."
He checks the album and sleeve in his hand. "Elton John," he
sighs. Balki enters excitedly, wearing a heavy coat and his bullet hat and
carrying a paper sack. "Cousin? Something wonderful happened to
me on the way home!" "Donít tell me," Larry interrupts,
eyeing the hat, "You found work as a human cannonball."
"No, you big kidder," Balki continues, "I stopped by the
newsstand to pick up the latest edition of Spiderman comics and a nice man there
offered me a delivery job." "A job? You already have a
job," Larry points out. "Yes, so now we're a three income
family," Balki says. "Right," Larry agrees. Balki
removes his bullet hat and reaches into the paper bag. "So, Cousin,
with my first day's pay . . . I buy you this." He hands Larry a
package wrapped in brown paper.
"Oh, well, Balki, I . . . I don't
know what to say," Larry says, sincerely touched as he walks to the couch
to open it, "Oh, well . . . " He
removes a strange-looking contraption from the wrapped box. "Oh, this
is, uh . . . this is, uh . . . what is this?" "It's a po-tah-to
clock," Balki explains. "A potato clock?" Larry asks.
"Yes, you stick this into a potato and it runs off potato power,"
Balki explains, holding a potato for Larry to use. "Well, Balki,
thank you but . . . really, you shouldn't have," Larry says.
"Oh, go on with you!" Balki says, taking Larry's comment as a
compliment. "No, no . . . I mean it," Larry says seriously.
"Don't you worry your curly little head about that," Balki says,
getting up from the couch to hang up his coat, "I'm loaded. Vince
give me fifty dollars." "Fifty dollars?" Larry asks with
surprise, then adds, "Who is Vince?" "Vince is the man who
sits in the limousine parked outside the newsstand all the time," Balki
explains, returning to the couch, "He give me the money and he says to me
that there's plenty more where that come from and then he does this with his
eye." Balki winks at Larry slowly, then looks tickled. "He
bet he does," Larry agrees, then asks, "You took a job from a man
whose office is a car?" "Yes!" Balki answers, "And
heís doing pretty good. He has two secretaries in the back seat!"
"What exactly do you do for this Vince?" Larry asks. "Well,
I take a package from him and I deliver it to his uncle downtown," Balki
answers, "but it's not so simple as it sounds. Vince says that
someone might follow me, so I must never walk the same way twice. So,
today, I walk like this." Balki gets up and walks across the room
normally. "And tomorrow I'm gonna walk like this." Balki
returns, gyrating his pelvis as he walks. "Interesting," Larry
hums, then he motions for Balki to return to the couch. "Balki . . .
Vince is a crook. You are obviously involved in something illegal."
"Cousin, delivering a package is illegal?" Balki asks in disbelief.
it could be depending on what's in it," Larry explains. Balki looks
intrigued and asks, "What's in it?" "I don't know!"
Larry cries with frustration. "Well, then how do you know it's
illegal?" Balki asks. "Because the package belongs to a man who
works out of a car with secretaries in the back seat," Larry points out.
"So?" Balki asks. "They are not secretaries,"
Larry says bluntly. "What is your point?" Balki asks.
"Well, the point is you never look before you leap, which is why you get
into these messes and I have to bail you out," Larry complains. Balki
turns his head away, looking indignant. "Now when is your next
delivery?" Larry asks. "I'm not telling you," Balki pouts.
"When is your next delivery?" Larry insists. "Tomorrow at
lunch," Balki admits. "Well, I'm going with you," Larry
states. "Well, okay," Balki agrees.
The next day Larry enters the Ritz
Discount Store quickly, carrying a rolled up brown paper bag. Balki is
close behind him,
protesting. "Cousin, I told you, I don't have time to stop here!
I have to make a delivery!" Larry sets the package on an empty table.
"There's plenty of time for that." "Cousin, no! Vince
told me not to stop. I have to deliver this package!" "We
have to find out what's inside it," Larry explains, "You could be
smuggling drugs!" "Cousin, we can't open it," Balki argues,
"Vince told me not to." "That's exactly why we have
to open it," Larry says, reaching down to undo the brown paper. Balki
tries to grab it, saying, "No." Larry pulls it away from him,
saying, "Balki," and looking at him seriously. "Give me
that package!" Balki insists. "No," Larry repeats, putting
the package down on the table again, "Now we're going to open it."
Balki snatches the package from Larry. "No, Balki, give me that
package!" "N - O, No!" Balki says seriously.
"Give me that package!" Larry insists. "Can'tcha
spell?" Balki asks. Larry softens his voice, beginning, "Just
try to . . . " He makes a grab for the package but Balki holds tight
As they wrestle over the package, Balki
grabs Larry's nose. "Oh, oh, all right!" Larry counters,
grabbing Balki's ear. They roll
over onto the table where they continues to wrestle. Mr. Twinkacetti comes
out of his office and heads for the front door, saying, "I'm going to
lunch," but otherwise ignoring them completely as he leaves. In the
midst of their wrestling bout, the package rips open and bundles of money fall
out. "Look at all the money!" Balki gasps, "Poor Vince must
have given me the wrong package!" "Oh yes, I know how that can
be," Larry says, "Iím constantly misplacing thousands of
dollars." They gather up the bundles of cash and Larry also finds a
little stack of papers tied with a rubber band. "Balki . . . Vince is
running numbers." "Well of course he is, donít be
ridiculous," Balki responds, "And you thought he was doing something
illegal!" "Itís illegal gambling!" Larry explains,
"Itís a crime. They send people to prison for that. And
youíre involved!" "But Cousin, if I'm a criminal they won't
let me become a citizen," Balki realizes, "What I'm going to do?"
"All right, don't panic," Larry says, "The first thing to do is
tape up this package. Get some tape."
Balki turns and walks to the Scotch tape
dispenser on the counter, pulling the tape over to them in a long string and
leaving the dispenser on the counter. They both start tearing off pieces
as Larry fumbles to tape the bag back together. "We're gonna have
to take this back to Vince and give him back his fifty dollars," Larry
explains. Two women walk into the store and approach them. "All
right, first we're gonna have to take care of these customers," Larry says.
They turn to the women but they're still tangled up in the tape. "Uh,
may we help you?" Larry asks. "I think so," the taller
woman says, holding out a badge, "Police. Weíve been following you
for a half hour. You two are under arrest." "What?"
Larry asks in shock. "Spread 'em!" the policewoman orders.
The other policewoman pushes Larry to the table and pats him down, then does the
same to Balki, who laughs and jiggles because she is inadvertently tickling him.
Their hands are then cuffed behind their backs. "Are we in
trouble?" Balki asks. "Yes . . . yes, we're in trouble!"
Larry confirms. The policewoman starts reading them their Miranda rights.
"You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right
anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law . . . .
Later that night in the apartment,
Jennifer and Mary Anne are with them. Jennifer is sitting on the couch
with Larry and Mary
Anne is in the kitchen with Balki. "Thank you for picking us up at
the police station," Larry says to Jennifer. "We were so worried
about you," Jennifer offers. "Well, it was pretty grim,"
Larry admits, "and they grilled us for hours under those lights."
"Cousin, they grilled me. You fainted," Balki reminds him.
Larry tries to save face by explaining, "Well, it was hot under those
lights." "Well, I'm glad they believed you were innocent,"
Jennifer says, "What did they do about Vince?" "Well,
thanks to yours truly Vince was arrested," Larry explains, "The police
practically begged us to testify at his arraignment tomorrow." Mary
Anne carries a tray of drinks over and sets them on the coffee table.
Balki sits on the chair to the right of the couch and Mary Anne sits next to
him. "We are part of 'the State vs. Vince Lucas,'" Balki
explains, "The police says that he's involved in all kinds of illegal
things. Gambling is just he tip of the ice cube."
"You know, I think he's the same jerk
that was bothering Mary Anne and me," Jennifer says. "Why do
people let him get away with
such things?" Mary Anne asks. "Well, I guess they're
afraid," Larry speculates, "Most people just don't have the guts to
get involved." "But we do," Balki says, "It's . . .
it's a dirty job but somebody's got to do it." Mary Anne looks at
Balki with awe. "I just love it when you talk like that," she
says. She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. Balki is speechless.
Larry looks at Jennifer hopefully and sidles up to her, lowering his voice into
macho range. "Yeah, well . . . a man's gotta do what a man's got to
do." Jennifer realizes what Larry wants and looks uncomfortable.
"Uh, we'd better let you get some rest," she smiles, "You have a
big day in court tomorrow." "Well, I'm not tired," Larry
assures her. "We'll, uh, see you down at, uh . . . the courthouse
tomorrow," Jennifer promises, getting up from the couch. She heads
for the door with Mary Anne following. Mary Anne pauses before closing the
door and says, "Good night, Balki!" Balki motions to her and she
a moment, Balki asks Larry point blank, "You struck out, huh?"
"Well, you know we're going to be doing a good thing for the community by
putting Vince away," Larry points out. There is a knock at the door.
"I'll get it," Larry says, "Jennifer probably wants to tell me
how proud she is of me . . . in private." Larry and Balki share a
knowing look before Larry saunters to the door and opens it. A man wearing
a long, black coat is standing there; small in stature but imposing all the
same. Larry immediately slams the door shut on him, and turns to Balki,
crying "Oh my God! Itís Vince!" "Well, he probably
just wants to apologize for getting us in trouble," Balki says, walking
over to Larry. "Open the door!" Vince demands from outside.
"Uh . . . this is not a good time," Larry calls through the door,
"Uh, uh . . . the place is a mess. If you had called first . . .
" Vince kicks in the door, breaking the door frame. He steps
inside the apartment, looking very serious.
Hi! Come on in!" Larry says nervously, "Our doorís always
open." "Especially now," Balki observes. "Oh,
Balki, look . . . it's Vince," Larry babbles, "Oh hey, heard you got
busted. Us, too. You get a smart lawyer he'll get you off. You
won't do a dime's worth of time. You'll walk . . . yeah . . . walk . . .
" "Can I talk now?" Vince asks. "Sure,"
Larry nods timidly. "I once had a guy named Lenny who delivered
packages for me. He decided to sing. Now . . . Lennyís with
the angels." "Lennyís a singing baseball player?" Balki
asks in confusion. "Let me try again," Vince continues,
"Testify tomorrow and youíll be holding your breath forever, you got
it?" "Got it!" Larry says immediately. "I
donít got it," Balki says, still confused, "If you hold your
breath forever you . . . . " His eyes open wide with apprehension.
"Got it." Vince walks out the door, leaving the cousins worrying
over his threat.
Act two begins with an establishing shot
of the Cook County Criminal Court House. Balki and Larry enter the
Vinceís arraignment is to take place. Balki is impressed. "So
. . . these are the Halls of Justice. Where are the Halls of
Montezuma?" "Theyíre in another building," Larry answers
glibly. The Stateís prosecuting attorney, Mr. OíDay, enters behind
them. "Boy, am I glad you guys showed up," he sighs, "My
case is falling apart. Seven of the witnesses suddenly got amnesia."
"Well, you've still got the eighth, don't you?" Larry asks worriedly.
"The eighth . . . canít find him at all." "Wha . . . what
do you mean, 'can't find?'" Larry asks. "He just disappeared.
Go figure!" Mr. O'Day walks to his table. Vince is sitting at
the opposite table, giving Larry a very knowing look. "Balki, there
are no other witnesses. Just us," Larry points out.
"Cousin, there's nothing to worry about," Balki assures him.
"Nothing to worry about?" Larry asks incredulously, "One of the
witnesses disappeared!" "We have the whole legal system behind
us," Balki notes.
Jennifer and Mary Anne enter the
courtroom. "Hi, Balki. Larry," Jennifer smiles, "This
is so exciting!" "Yes, isn't it?" Balki asks. "Well,
break a leg!" Mary Anne offers as they girls go to sit in the gallery.
Larry's eyes open wide at this statement. "Balki . . . we can't
testify," Larry states. "What?" Balki asks in disbelief,
"Whatever happened to 'A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do?'"
"No, no," Larry shakes his head, "See, you don't understand.
If we testify against this man . . . he's going to kill us."
"Cousin, we have to go over there and say what we know," Balki
insists, "It's the right thing to do." "I know it's the
right thing to do but we can't do it," Larry insists, "I mean, it's
not like we're taking a big bite out of crime. I mean, if we testify maybe
we'll put away one small-time criminal but someone else will just take his
place. It's not worth dying for." Larry turns and tries to get
Mr. O'Day's attention discreetly, going, "Psst! Psst!" Mr.
O'Day is the last person in the vicinity who turns to look at Larry. Larry
motions for the man to come over to them, which he does. "Uh, Mr.
O'Day, we . . . we've been thinking and we're not sure that we can identify the
man," Larry reaches, "I mean, it was awfully dark."
"It was noon," Mr. O'Day points out.
"Right, right," Larry agrees,
"I don't know how to say this, uh but . . . " "You've been
thinking it over and you've decided not to testify?" Mr. O'Day surmises.
"Well, only in the legal sense," Larry says. "There goes my
case," Mr. O'Day sighs, returning to his
table. The bailiff enters the courtroom and announces, "All
rise!" as the judge enters, "This hearing is now in session. The
honorable Francis T. Ceretto presiding." "Oh," Balki says
with disappointment, "I was hoping for Judge Wapner." Larry
tries to lead Balki from the courtroom but Balki stays put. Mr. O'Day
approaches the bench. "Uh, Your Honor, I'm, uh, sorry to say the
State has suffered a minor setback. We have no witnesses."
"I'd call that a setback," Judge Ceretto nods, "Well, if there
are no witnesses, there's no case. So I'm going to . . . . "
"Please! Please!" Balki calls from the back of the courtroom
where Larry is trying to pull him out the door, "I . . . I am a
witness." "Ah, no no," Larry says, "He misunderstood.
Heís not a witness witness, he's a . . . Jehovahís Witness."
Larry speaks to Balki seriously, saying, "You can't do this!"
"Cousin, I have to do this," Balki explains, "Vince used me.
My honor is at stake. My honor. You donít mess around with
a Mypiotís honor."
Mr. O'Day returns to his table, stating,
"Your Honor, the State would like to call Balki Bartokomous."
Vince reaches over and opens the gate for Balki to walk through. Larry
takes a seat in the gallery as Balki sits down next to Mr. O'Day at the
prosecution's table where a microphone is set up. Balki starts doing a
sound check into the microphone. "Uh one, uh two, uh one, two, three,
four . . . " Mr. O'Day covers the microphone with his hand and tells
Balki, "Mr. Bartokomous, you're supposed to sit up there."
"Really?" Balki asks. "Yes." "Right next to
the judge?" Balki asks. "Yes," Mr. O'Day nods. "Wwowww!"
Balki says quietly, getting up and walking toward the bench. Balki steps
into the witness box but continues to stand, addressing the judge.
"Hi," Balki smiles. The judge nods at him. "Nice
robes," Balki adds. "Please, uh . . . sit down," Judge
Ceretto encourages him. Balki sits in the witness' chair as the bailiff
brings him the Bible. "Raise your right hand," the bailiff
instructs, which Balki does. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the
whole truth and nothing but the truth?" the bailiff asks.
"Well, of course I do, donít be ridiculous!" Balki insists.
Some time later, Balki is finishing up a
long-winded version of events. " . . . then after Vince kicked down
our door and threatened us, I went to sleep because I said to myself, I said, 'Balki,
you should go to sleep because tomorrow you're going to have to go to
court and testify and you don't want to have those big black circles under your
eyes.' Like, my Cousin Larry make breakfast and, Cousin, you know when you
leave the eggs in the pan too long and they get all black around the edges and I
have to say, 'Gotta go pour the Froot Loops!'" . . . "
"Your Honor!" Mr. Dunne, the defense attorney, cries desperately.
"Sustained, sustained," Judge Ceretto taps his gavel, "Mr.
Dunne." Mr. Dunne gets up from his table, saying, "Thank you,
Your Honor." He approaches Balki. "Mr. Bartokomous . . . I
think it's rather obvious that you're an immigrant, so let's stop beating around
the bush. Why did you come to America?" "Oh, because when
I am a little small boy I dream to come to America," Balki answers,
"the land of the free, the home of the Braves . . . and my dream was to
travel all over this land . . . from California to the New York Island . . .
from the redwood forest to the gulf stream water. This land was made for
you . . . and me." He pauses a moment, then begins with "And if
I had a hammer . . . . "
"I see!" Mr. Dunne cries with
exasperation, "Yes, America, a land of beauty, a land of freedom, a land of
. . . opportunity?" "Yes!"
Balki smiles, "It's a wonderful country." "So you came to
get rich, didn't you?" Mr. Dunne asks directly. "No," Balki
replies. "Just answer the question," Mr. Dunne barks.
"I did," Balki responds. "Ha! So you admit you came
here to get rich!" Mr. Dunne insists. Balki is getting flustered,
answering quietly. "N . . . no." "Which is it?
Yes or no?" Mr. Dunne asks. Larry jumps to his feet and shouts,
"I object! That's badgering an immigrant!" "You can't
object!" the judge proclaims, then he asks Balki, "Eh, who is this
person?" "That's Cousin Larry," Balki smiles.
"Cousin Larry . . . sit down," Judge Ceretto orders. Mr. O'Day
motions for Larry to sit, which Larry does. Mr. Dunne continues, "I
submit to the court that this Balki Bartokomous . . . is that a Russian
name?" "No, it's Myposian," Balki explains.
"I'll bet," Mr. Dunne scoffs, "I submit that Mr. Bartokomous came
to this country with good intentions but when he discovered that Americans in
fact work for a living, he decided to take an easier route. And that's
when he attempted to recruit my client to join him in his heinous plan, illegal
Larry jumps back to his feet and cries,
"Objection! Balki is being abused by this . . . this . . . ambulance
chaser!" "Your Honor!"
Mr. Dunne cries. "Young man, you are in contempt!" the judge
states. "Well, I don't care!" Larry insists. "Well
now, if you keep this up I'll have to put you in jail," Judge Ceretto adds.
"Okay," Larry says meekly and he sits back down. "Your
Honor, the defense moves that the charges in this case be dismissed," Mr.
Dunne concludes. "Mr. O'Day, unless there are any other witnesses to
substantiate Mr. Bartokomous' testimony, I am afraid I am going to have to
dismiss the charges," Judge Ceretto notes. Balki gets to his feet and
asks the judge, "How can you do that? He's a bad man and . . . and
you have to take him away because the good people have to be safe. How can
this happen in America?" "It happens," Judge Ceretto
answers solemnly. Balki sits back down, looking devastated.
"Well, I have no choice but to
release the defendant," Judge Ceretto states. "Well, now wait a
minute," Larry says, getting to his
feet again, "That . . . that's it? Youíre gonna just let him go?
Your Honor, guys like Vince are allowed to walk the streets because people like
me are afraid to testify against them, while this man, whoís not even an
American yet, is . . . is up there risking his life to do whatís right.
Well, I . . . Iím ashamed of myself." "Uh, Cousin Larry . . .
is this rambling taking us anyplace?" Judge Ceretto asks. "Yes,
it is," Larry says, "I can back up everything this man said. I
wanna testify." The courtroom audience applauds and Mary Anne yells,
"Yay!" As Larry approaches the gates, Vince stands up and says,
"Youíre making a big mistake!" "My life is full of big
mistakes!" Larry replies. Larry walks up to the witness stand next to
Balki. "You can threaten us all you want but we're still gonna
testify. And if thereís any justice in this world weíre gonna put you
away." "Weíre gonna send you up the river without a
poodle," Balki adds. The courtroom bursts into applause again and
Judge Ceretto bangs his gavel to restore order.
That night we see the darkened apartment
and hear a key in the front door lock. A moment later the door falls
crashes to the floor. "Weíre gonna have to get that fixed,"
Balki notes. "Right," Larry agrees. They enter and Larry
flips on the light. Together they lift the door back up so that it's
leaning against the door frame. "Balki, I don't believe it,"
Larry begins. Balki reaches over and puts the chain on the door.
"I saw a side of myself today that I never saw before," Larry
continues. "Cousin, I saw that side, too," Balki nods, "It
wasnít pretty." "Do you mind?" Larry asks, "I'm . .
. I'm trying to resurrect a modicum of dignity here." "Oh
Cousin, you got modicum you donít even know about," Balki assures him,
"It just took a while to get past all that fear." Larry gets two
sodas out of the fridge. "Yeah, well . . . sorry I almost let you
down." "Cousin, you don't have to apologize to me," Balki
assures him, "When it really counted you came through. And I should
thank you. Thank you." They sit on the back of the
"Well, the important thing is because
of you Vince is out of business for a long, long time," Larry points out.
"I hope his
secretaries get work," Balki sighs. "You know, buddy, I fell
apart a little in court today but deep down inside . . . I knew things would
work out," Larry says, "When guys threaten you like that, you gotta
show 'em who's boss. You gotta show 'em they can't make you run and hide.
Huh? Huh?" The phone rings and Balki gets up to answer it as
Larry sits, laughing to himself bravely. "Hello?" Balki says
into the receiver, "Just . . . just a minute." Balki addresses
Larry. "Cousin, it's someone who wants to confirm two plan
reservations to Buenos Aires." Larry gets up and takes the receiver,
saying, "I'll take this." Larry pauses, then lifts the receiver
to his ear and speaks with a Mexican accent. "This is Jose Vasquez.
No, no, I wonít be needing those tickets. Yeah. Via con dios to
you, too." Larry hangs up the phone and resumes his macho
braggadocio. "You gotta show Ďem on which side of the fence
youíre gonna stand. You gotta show Ďem they canít push you around.
You gotta take a stand. Youíre not buying this, are you?"
"No way, Jose!" Balki says.
on to the next episode . . .