Bit:
Frank's Weakness
Episode 613- The Sinister Urge
Transcribed by: (I didn't save your name! Sorry!)
[SOL]
(Mike is on the bridge with Crow, in a suit, and Gypsy, with a single
eyeglass over her eye and a hat look over at the computer.)
Mike: We just got to
find a way to stop Frank, but how?
Crow: Yeah,
that’s the sixty-four dollar question…wait!
I’ve got an idea! A door-to-door search! Gypsy, can you give
me a
schematic of the whole city?
Gypsy: You want the
suburbs too?
Crow: All the way to
the sticks! I want to see barns and cows and roosters!
Gypsy: There goes my
vacation!
Crow: Thanks doll face!
(tries to kiss Gypsy)
Gypsy (disgusted): Get out of here you lug!
(Tom darts in, in a police officer’s uniform)
Tom: All right, all
right, all right! Hold everything! Ha ha! Got the
report back from the lab, and guess whose fingerprints are all over the
ransom notes?
Mike: Uh, probably
Frank’s. He signed it.
Tom: Oh…(chuckles)
that’s right I guess…
Mike: This is a dead
end, a blank wall, an empty check!
Gypsy: It’s no
piece of cake, that’s for sure!
Mike (quickly
realizing what Gypsy just said): Wait! Hold it Gypsy, say
that again…
Gypsy: I said,
‘It is no piece of cake!’
Mike: Potato cakes!
That’s it!
Crow (surprised): Potato cakes?!
Mike: Remind me to buy
you a new hat next payday sweetheart! (hugs and kisses Gypsy)
Gypsy: Wow!
Crow: How does she get
a new hat?
Mike: But first, I got
a very important phone call to make! (dials pay phone) I have to dial
one?
Tom: one…
[Deep 13]
(Dr. F is still at Frank’s mercy, with dynamite strapped to
him.
Deep 13 itself is laden with dynamite and gun powder, as Frank is busy
cleaning the detonating plunger. The phone rings. Dr. F picks it up and
answers it.)
Dr.
F: Yello,
Deep Thirteen, how can I help you?
Mike (over phone): Clay! Thank goodness
you’re there! Listen…I’ve got the
answer: potato cakes!
Dr.
F: Potato
cakes? Well, those are tasty. I prefer curly fries. They
have…
Mike (over phone): No, they’re not
for you, Clay, they’re for Frank!
Dr. F: Well,
that’s very thoughtful Mike, I don’t have to
tell you, I’m just the teensiest bit peeved at our young
Frank
right now!
Mike (over phone): Oh, no, don’t you
see? Frank loves
potato cakes! Get some, and use them to lure him away from the dynamite!
Dr.
F: Heheheheheh…delightfully
devious! (hangs up phone) I
wonder why I didn’t think of that? (Gets up, with the
dynamite
still strapped to him) Frank! I’m steppin’ out,
okay?
Frank: Yokay! (waves)
(cut)
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