In the Heat of the Night

That was wonderful. Wonderful. Thank you.

In case anybody doesn't already know,

Steven ainslee has performed miracles

in our music department.

I speak for the staff

when I say we'd like you on board permanently.

Hurry up and finish that degree.

Before we say good night,

special thanks and congratulations

to Cynthia and Edward.

We're very proud of you.

And thanks to our police department's representative,

and my favorite cop, detective Virgil tibbs.

Good night, everybody. And please drive safely.

Seems like these people like you a lot, honey.

Well, why not, right? Right.

Ready? Shall we go?

Yeah, I... I want to...

Meet some folks. Just say hello.

Why not bring the school paper photographer?

Mom might let me get my hair done again.

We want pictures, of course.

O.k., tomorrow after school

between 3:30 and 4:00 at the station.

Oh, great. Thank you.

Congratulations again.

Mr. Tibbs. Steven ainslee.

My wife has spoken of you.

Has she?

Oh, yes.

She's a wonderful lady.

Yes, she is.

He's a good teacher. It's just that...

Just that what, baby?

It's not that I dislike Steven,

but I'm his boss,

and he has a problem with my authority.

I don't know. Maybe it's a racial thing.

What do you think?

I...

Have trouble dealing with your authority sometimes.

Is that so?

Yeah, that's so.

But unlike him, I've learned...

To think about other things.

O.k.?

Yeah!

Having that time during summer was great,

and now we're back to the same old grind.

You have that state fund report for me?

I knew you'd bring me down.

Excuse me?

You don't have to stay on my back.

I know what I'm doing, o.K.?

Not o.K.

What's the problem, Steven?

Don't you think it's silly having to report to you

every time the woodwinds are out of reeds?

We're not talking about reeds.

We're talking about state funds, bureaucracy.

If you need help with the paperwork, tell me.

You just love cracking the whip, don't you?

I don't crack whips,

but you'll be stuck reporting to someone,

and right now, that someone is me.

You're right.

I'm acting like an oversensitive temperamental musician.

I'm sorry.

It's ok. We'll make it work.

Hi, althea.

Hey, Maggie, how's it going?

I should turn that sprinkler up full force

and flop down in the middle of it.

Go for it.

Want to join me?

Here's some things for you.

Ice cream... ooh... althea.

Mosquito spray.

Althea, thanks, honey.

See you later. Bye-bye.

Oh!

Aah! You're dead!

No!

Stay down.

No, please! Stay down! Do it!

No!

Now! No, please!

Shut up! Shut up!

Do as you're told! God, help me!

Please, god, help me!

Who do you think you are?

You don't tell me what to do, I tell you.

Steven?

Steven, don't! Turn over!

Steven, don't!

Aah!

Smile.

Oh, no. I was squinting.

That's all right. Hey, chief!

Your presence is requested.

Oh, no, I don't want my picture taken.

No, don't take it, honey, especially from behind.

Come on, the kids are waiting.

O.k., then. Get it over with.

Take your glasses off.

This is some torture.

Smile, smile.

Yes, ma'am, I know it.

Good ice cream should never go to waste.

All righty, Maggie, I'll tell him. Bye-bye.

Now, sweet, you're not doing anything.

I want you to drive

these two fine young people home pretty soon.

Yes, sir.

You don't want to hang around.

Detective, your neighbor said Mrs. Tibbs

forgot to bring some groceries in from her car...

Including some ice cream.Fine, Parker, fine.

She said to go to her house on your way home.

O.k., all right.

All right.

Parker. What?

How come Maggie didn't call Mrs. Tibbs' house?

She says she tried. No answer.

She figured mrs.Tibbs was in the shower or something.

Mrs. Tibbs, it's Bubba.

Mrs. Tibbs!

Hey, Mrs. Tibbs!

Oh, good lord almighty.

Mrs. Tibbs.

Is he still in this house?

Insurance?

What?

Have you got insurance?

The lady needs a doctor.

Most of these people have their own doctors.

Are you going to get her a doctor,

or am I going to take her back there?

Please stop.

She something to you?

You get her a doctor right now.

Why are you requesting treatment?

I've been raped.

Oh, my god.

Thea.

Do you know who it was?

Steven ainslee.

Who's he?

Steven ainslee.

The music teacher over at the high school.

Oh, good god almighty.

You hear that? The high school music teacher.

She tell you any details?

Hardly anything. I didn't want to push her.

How'd you happen to go by the tibbs' house?

I found this fiddle,

and I thought Mrs. Tibbs would know

if it was worth something.

Get sweet and somebody.

Go to tibbs' house and go through the whole place.

Yes, sir.

What you say I take the music man

for a ride before I bring him in?

Bubba, please leave that talk in the past.

Just go get the man.

Yes, sir.

Don't touch him more than you have to.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Baby, it'll be all right.

It was...

He was... all over me.

I forgot the walnuts for the cake icing.

Our house, our beautiful house.

He was too big, and...

I... I can't find my...

Don't let anybody see me, nobody.

Don't let anybody see me.

What did I do? What did I do wrong?

What did I do wrong?

Hey!

I'm sorry.

Excuse me, kids.

Herr schubert, where did the beat go?

There's only a retard there.

We're still in 2/2. Read ahead, Chris.

Go on.

Go on.