Hustle

And now, for all of you fans of the Philadelphia rock...

Settle down, David! Brad!

Oh, come on!

All right, no hot dogs at the beach

unless everybody's in their seats.

Is everybody in their seat?

Is everybody buckled up?

Yeah!

Who are we?

Franklin Weekend Day Camp!

Sound like a bunch of girls. Who are we?

Franklin Weekend Day Camp!

That's better. Give me an "F."

F!

Give me an "R-A-N."

R-A-N!

Give me a "K."

K!

Give me a "L-I-N."

L-I-N!

That's the way we spell it, here's the way we yell it.

Franklin! Franklin!

Franklin!

Yeah!

All right. Now let's be quiet

till we get down to the beach, okay,

so I can listen to my music.

Simon says, "Peel 'em off!"

Okay, last one that doesn't have 'em off

doesn't get the cold drinks.

I want you all back here in one hour, one hour for lunch.

Don't go too far.

Come on!

Who's last? Who's last? You're gonna be last.

Let's go! Let's go!

Come here, there's somebody in the water!

Come here!

Come here!

Could I have a glass of milk?

Why does it always make you thirsty?

I don't know. It always does.

You're not so thirsty.

You're right. I'm not so thirsty.

It was outstanding.

Very professional, but outstanding.

It's a time-honored profession.

An older one than yours.

And besides,

you've had, uh, thousands of dollars'

worth on the house, as they say.

Bingo.

Now, you see?

You lose seven minutes off your life for each puff.

I'll go and get us some coffee.

Come on, will you?

Come on, man, it's Sunday. What?

All right, I'll see you later.

Yeah, all right, okay.

Nice day.

Thank you.

After coffee, I'll fix us some breakfast.

I gotta pass. That call was from downtown.

On a Sunday?

Yeah.

This Sunday was my Sunday.

It was our Sunday.

They found a dead girl on the beach.

And?

It's a rezoned district.

They don't want any heat.

What heat?

A dead girl on the beach, that creates heat.

Where were you going to take me today?

What difference does that make?

I canceled all my appointments.

Well, they'll have to get along

with their girlie magazines.

I'd just like to know what you had planned.

I was gonna take you to the Ram-Viking game.

Have you wear

those tight white pants

and that, uh, that sexy blouse.

Parade you up and down the aisle a couple times.

Watch all those guys lookin' at you.

Say to myself,

"Schmucks, she's for sale."

And so is everybody else in the coliseum.

Bingo.

Take me to Cannes, Phil.

We'll sit on the terrace at the Majestic,

and have Campari.

It'd be nice to fly away.

Yeah.

Then we'll go to Rome.

Stand at the top of the Spanish steps.

And at night, you can smell...

You can smell Africa.

Yes. You can smell Africa.

And the red walls.

Goddamn red walls.

Okay, we'll go to Rome.

Yeah, we go to Rome.

We will?

We will.

Soon.

I'll call you later.

Your attention, please. Will Mr. Martin Hollinger,

Mr. Martin Hollinger,

please report to the coliseum office.

Mr. Martin Hollinger

to the coliseum office, please.

Will Mr. Martin Hollinger

please report to the coliseum office

below the peristyle, at the east end of the coliseum.

...along the near sidelines, but couldn't get him.

Final score,

San Francisco 27, Atlanta nothing.

Final score, Denver 20, Oakland 17.

So the Raiders' 9-game winning streak...

Sgt. Mendez, contact the watch commander, please.

Officer Hallman, there's a Mrs. Walinsky

in the waiting room to see you.

Officer Hallman, there's a Mrs. Walinsky

in the waiting room to see you.

I came home from church.

A police car was waiting.

They asked for you.

I told them that you were at the game.

Maybe it's a mistake. I mean, they do make mistakes, it happens all the time.

A teenage girl was found on the beach...

Dead.

Well, they have...

They have reason to believe that she was Gloria.

What reason?

They didn't say.

But he didn't say why he thought it was Gloria?

No.

Mr. Hollinger?

...the only touchdown

in the second half scored by the Rams

with Garrett...

Mr. Hollinger?

Yeah.

I'm Lt. Gaines.

We're ready for identification.

How do you know it's my daughter?

Oh, we don't know for sure, that's why you're here.

There's no reason for both of you to go.

There's no smoking down there.

Now that's bullshit.

Oh, please, Marty.

If you want to smoke, smoke. This way.

...Harold Gans to the left, Purcell to the right.

Back this way.

Cappelletti and MacEachern still in motion,

to this side, that makes it a double left.

Maxwell turns to throw

with all the time in the world...

Mr. Hollinger.

Mr. Hollinger,

this is my partner, Sgt. Belgrave.

This way, sir.

Lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Mmm-hmm.

How's your man Harris doing?

He kept dropping three or four balls on them in the first half.

But the calls they were sending in were terrible.

It's like Allen and Gabriel all over again.

How'd they do in the second half?

If they don't run out of time,

they got a chance.

Harris ain't bad for a black quarterback.

...on the 46-yard line of Minnesota,

short of a first down, but...

Ah, crap!

...playing with a rib fracture...

What's the score, Chuck?

Still 17-13, but they're really moving.

...to his replacement, Amos Martin.

183.

...was slotted right with Snow, Jackson left, on 2nd down and 2.

183?

Right, 183.

Mr. Hollinger, is that your daughter?

The lieutenant asked if that's your daughter, sir.

You miserable son of a bitch.

You rotten bastard!

Hold him, grab him!

Son of a gun! Lock his goddamn arm.

Should I cuff him?

No, let him go.

What?

Let him go.

You could've covered her up.

You bastards could've covered her up.

Shut it up, Chuck.

Come on, get a move on! Come on!

We ought to book his ass.

For what?

Assault.