Hey, slick.
Busy day?
Not really.
Shoot any crooks today?
Afraid not.
But I still may
if you don't
wash up for dinner.
[water splashes]
What's
on your mind?
Well, Dad, uh, some
of the guys and me
were maybe gonna go see
Groundhog Day Part 12 tonight,
only if it's okay with you.
Is it? Please?
Oh, we got
a problem.
No way!
Yes, way.
I gotta go out
with your mother
tonight.
You got a certain
5-year-old sister
who needs baby-sitting.
Oh, come on, Dad!
I've waited all year
to see this movie!
Pal, it's only a movie.
Look, tomorrow night,
you and I'll go see
Groundhog Day.
I'll get home
early.
Tomorrow night?
That'll be too late!
The guys will blab
the entire plot!
What?
Did I hear "plot"?
Sean, it is a guy
with an ax.
Anyway, I thought
they killed him
in the last one.
They did.
And he returns
from his grave.
Returns
from the grave?
Sean, he always
returns from the grave.
If they blew him up,
put his head in a blender,
and mailed the rest
of the pieces to Norway,
he would still
return from the grave.
That was part seven.
You want to know
what the plot is?
The plot separates you
from my five bucks.
I want to see
a stupid movie.
Well,  you can't.
You're baby-sitting.
Fine. Can I have
five bucks anyway?
Absolutely.
So, where you two
goin' tonight?
Marriage counselor.
Again?
I thought
you quit smoking.
Sean.
Son, I love you dearly,
but do me a favor.
Put your basic lid
on it.
[telephone rings]
Now, get
outta here.
[ring]
Hello. Yeah?
Officer, please!
Lock me up!
Lock--
Yeah. I'm a werewolf!
I'm a werewolf!
Please. Please.
Hey, Del.
I know it sounds
crazy, but...
Bad news.
Listen, I gotta
go downtown.
Can you reschedule
that appointment?
Honey, I'm a cop,
okay?
You knew that
when you bought
the package.
Look.
It's important.
I'm important.
I love you.
Prove it.
I'll see you
in a few hours.
[door closes]
Just for a night!
You see,
it's a full moon!
And I'm a werewolf!
Take it easy.
You don't understand!
You gotta lock me up!
You gotta put me
in a cage!
Buddy,
I'd like nothin' better!
Hold onto your pants!
Oh, God! You
don't understand!
You've gotta-- Oh!
Anything you say,
fella.
Put the cuffs on him.
I got it.
All right.
I got him now.
Aah!
Jesus Christ!
We need some backup!
Bon voyage!
Lock me up!
So, let me
get this straight.
You tellin' me
there was
this 2,000-year-old
mummy here, right?
Yes, sir.
Uh-huh.
Well, now he's not
here. He's gone.
Vanished. History.
Yes, sir.
And you're sayin'
you didn't hear anybody
come in here or leave.
Is that right?
Can you hear me now?
Hello?
I can
hear you fine.
So, nobody
took the mummy.
I would've heard them.
[camera shutter clicks]
Of course he would've.
What a stupid question.
Did you take him?
No, sir!
Just a shot.
That's it, Del.
This case is
too hard, man.
Let's be firemen
instead.
I'm glad you're gettin'
major laughs
out of this, Rich.
The problem is,
2,000-year-old dead guys
do not get up
and walk away
by themself.
[Woman, on radio]
Accident patrol,
uh, request confirmation.
You have the 915-H
officer-involved shooting
en route?
[squelching]
[roaring]
Aah!
Aah!
My God!
You scared me!
[Man]
Where are Steve
and Judy?
[Woman]
I thought
they were with you.
[Man chattering]
[Girl]
Not funny.
[Man]
Well, something
funny's...
What did I miss?
[Woman]
Judy? Steve?
[Man]
Hey!
[Woman screams]
Oh, sheriff.
You scared us.
[Sheriff]
Never mind about that.
[thunder]
[dialogue indistinct]
# [scary music]
 [Woman screams]
This is
the best part.
[Man]
Judy!
No!
Lieutenant,
you wanna come over
and take a look at this?
[Man, on radio]
Dispatch, Unit 7.
[siren]
Unit 7,
come in, please.
Please copy.
Wonderful. Great!