Fatal Instinct

Pull over and park it, Frank.
I'm still under warranty.

Good morning, sweetheart.
You want some coffee?
No, thanks.
I got to run.

Frank here was just
grabbing a little...

before getting back
to work on my car...

weren't you, Frank?
How long you been working
on Lana's Mercedes?

I don't know.
Six, seven weeks.

You still haven't found
the problem?

Think I got my finger
on it, though.

I know what he's doing.
I wasn't born yesterday.

He's not fixing your car.
He's screwing you.

You are screwing my wife.
I can see
what your game is.

You open up the hood,
you poke around in there.

You play around
with all the parts.

You squirt
some lubrication in.

Then you take
some old, used piston...

and you stick it in,
and you pull it out.

In, out, in, out.
There's no end to it.

You just keep coming and coming,
and the bills get bigger.

You're not
getting away with it...

because I'm pulling the plug.
You're fired.

Ned, don't you
have to be somewhere?

I'm late for court.
You are so naive.
You don't see the evil
in people like him.

You, finish your coffee
and get out.

Darn it.
Who's that?
It's just the postman.
He always rings twice.