Nielsen Rating: 16.2 HH
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EPISODE 10 - Life Savers
First Air Date:
October 22, 1986
Nielsen Rating: 16.2 HH
Co-Producer:
James O’Keefe
Created by: Dale McRaven
Written by: Jim Parker
Directed by: Joel Zwick
Cast:
Bronson Pinchot: Balki Bartokomous
Mark Linn-Baker: Larry Appleton
Ernie Sabella: Mr. Twinkacetti
Lise Cutter: Susan Campbell
Guest Cast:
Rafael Mauro: Burglar
Dimitri Appearances:
Dimitri is first seen sitting on the chair in the apartment (Balki almost sits
on him when Larry is startled awake) and is later seen in bed with Balki with a
little brown paper bag over his head.
Balki-isms:
" . . . and all of a sudden there was a runaway taxi about to
runaway over me . . . "
"You’re a big one!" (after Larry concedes he may be a small hero)
"And that makes me happier than a tick on a sheepdog!"
"All right, buster, reach for the friendly skies!"
"Down yours, up yours!"
Don’t be ridiculous: Said twice.
Other catchphrases
used in this episode:
"Don’t you ever . . . EVER . . . do that again!"
Balki's "Huh?"
"Don’t you give me that face!"
Other running jokes
used in this episode:
Balki has to follow a Myposian custom of shame, in this case hiding his face in a
bag.
Songs: "Material Girl" sung as "Material Boy" by Balki as he sweeps up in the Ritz Discount store, then "Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen" (aka "The Sorrow Song") as Balki continues to sweep with a bag over his head.
Interesting facts:
- This episode includes an appearance from Susan
and may have been filmed early in the season. Even more surprising is the
fact that Susan kisses Larry on the cheek before she leaves the apartment!
This is the first indication that perhaps originally it may have been intended
for Larry and Susan to end up as a couple.
- Susan mentions that she didn’t know Balki could
cook so well. Balki’s cooking would become a regular theme of the
series, although at this point no specific Myposian dishes have been named
(apart from the Sheep Wellington mentioned in this episode).
- When Larry turns on the television he is watching
a Western from the sound of the programming (gunshots and Indian war calls).
- When Balki puts the bag over his head in the
store it is a canvas shopping bag marked "Chinatown, Los Angeles,
Calif." (an interesting item to be selling in a Chicago discount store!)
- $50 seems to be Twinkacetti’s favorite number .
. . he bet Larry that much that Balki wouldn’t be able to get his driver’s
license, it cost that much to hire Duke Lyle to play baseball on the Ritz
Discount Royals team and it costs $50 to hire Twinkacetti’s actor friend
(although Twinkacetti ends up pocketing the money himself).
- Rafael Mauro (aka Raf Mauro) who plays the
burglar in this episode has since appeared in episodes of Night Court,
Seinfeld and most recently Desperate Housewives. He’s also
written several books of monologues for young people focusing on self-esteem and
achievement.
Bloopers and
Inconsistencies:
- Once again the apartment door has the letter E on it instead of a
number.
- In this episode, Susan gives Larry a kiss on the
cheek before leaving. This seems odd, since Larry had already met Jennifer
earlier this season. Chances are this episode was filmed before Hunks Like
Us, but it does make us wonder if Susan was eventually supposed to be a love
interest for Larry.
- When Larry falls asleep on the couch the
television set is off and there’s a photo book on the back of the couch.
Apparently Larry switched from watching TV to reading again at some point.
- There’s an odd edit which may have been a lost
joke when Balki is arranging the shirts on the display table while wearing a bag
on his head. In a close up shot we see him feeling the last space on the
table before setting the shirts down in that place. But when it cuts to a
long shot the audience is laughing at something and Balki is one space down,
apparently having just dropped some shirts onto the floor. We never see
the shirts fall on the floor but when Larry steps over moments later he reaches
down and picks them up and puts them on the table.
- After Balki says the line "Don't be
ridiculous, he's got a gun," the scene cuts to a long shot which shows the
burglar coming up behind Larry with the gun. Look closely at Balki's mouth
in this long shot, though, because he's mouthing "Don't be ridiculous"
just as he just did in the previous two-shot. This is, in fact, a long
shot of that same take with the sound removed and the audience reaction deftly
dubbed over.
- Larry begs the burglar to spare his life because
he’s never been skiing. But in the upcoming episode Snow Way to Treat
a Lady Larry tells Balki that his family used to go skiing every winter and
that he was usually used as a ski jump by his brothers and sisters.
- Balki holds the burglar at bay with the man's gun
and tells Cousin Larry to call the police. As Larry runs to the window,
Balki
switches the gun from his left to his right hand. As Larry yells out
the window we cut to the burglar and Balki's reaction, only now the gun is back
in Balki's left hand!
- In the final scene after the cousins come in the
door, Larry takes off his jacket and hangs it on the closet door. Watch
closely as he does this . . . he turns ever so slightly and you can just see the
edge of the ink hand prints on the back of his shirt which Balki will
"leave" when he hugs him moments later!
Synopsis:
The episode begins at the Ritz Discount Store where Mr. Twinkacetti is standing
behind the counter sorting
through some mail. "Christmas Seals," he reads on one envelope,
which he throws away, "Huh, give me a break!" He looks at the
next envelope. "Mother Theresa . . . ho ho, you're out of
luck." He throws that one away as well. He then picks up a
magazine and reads, "Motorcycle Maidens. Think I'll save this for my
private moments." Balki runs in the door and passes behind Mr.
Twinkacetti, who looks at his watch. Larry enters the store as well.
"Balki, it was no big deal," Larry insists. "It had better
be. You're forty seconds late," Mr. Twinkacetti points out.
"Cousin Larry just did a great thing," Balki tells Mr. Twinkacetti.
"Ooh, what'd he do? Tear up your green card?" Balki
reaches over to take Larry by the shoulders and announce, "This man, Larry
Appleton, just saved my life!" "Why?" Mr. Twinkacetti asks.
"Balki, it was nothing," Larry
says. "I'll be the judge of that," Balki states, "We were
walking across the street and all of a sudden 
there was a runaway taxi about to
runaway over me and this man pushed me out of the way." "It was
a reflex," Larry explains. "You risked your life to save
another," Balki points out, then turns to Twinkacetti and adds, "In
Mypos he would be considered a very great man." "This is
America," Mr. Twinkacetti counters, "Here he's still considered a
jerk." He walks to his office. "Don't listen him,"
Balki tells Larry, "You're a hero." "Well, for what?"
Larry asks, "For running out into the street and throwing my body between
you and certain death?" Larry thinks about this. "Well,
maybe a small hero," he admits. "No, Cousin, take it from me . .
. you're a big one," Balki insists, "In Mypos, if somebody did what
you just did is no longer regular person. He is lift up to . . .
Primodopolos." "Primo-what?" Larry asks. "Primodopolos,"
Balki repeats. Larry takes this in then smiles dismissively, saying,
"Oh." He continues to remove the dust clothes from the store's
displays.
"And . . . I am but a lowly
sheepherder," Balki says. He drops to his knees and then leans back
all the way until his head is on the floor. "Balki, what are you
doing?" Larry asks. "I'm basking in your glory," Balki
explains. Mr. Twinkacetti walks back out of his office, still looking at
his magazine. He stops at the counter and stares at Balki, then motions to
Larry to explain what's going on. "He's basking in my, uh . . .
glory," Larry explains. "Get up or get out!" Mr.
Twinkacetti orders, then heads for the door and leaves. Larry runs to
Balki and grabs him by the arms, trying to pull him up. "Balki!
Balki! Get up!" "No!" Balki protests.
"Up!" "No!" "Up!"
"No! I must bask in your glory. It's a custom of my
people." "And it's a custom of my people to earn a living,"
Larry argues, "And my custom is bigger than your custom. Now, get
up!" Larry pulls Balki up to his feet. "Okay," Balki
sighs. "Okay," Larry says. "But inside I'm still
basking like crazy," Balki says.
Later that night in the apartment, Larry
is standing with Susan at the front door. "That was a great
meal!" Susan says, "I didn't 
know
Balki could cook like that!" "Well, it was a little
embarrassing," Larry sighs, "I usually like to feed
myself." "You did save his life," Susan points out,
"He's just trying to say thank you." "Well, don't get me
wrong," Larry says, "I mean it's fun having somebody wait on you hand
and foot. It's just that in Mypos they have rules." "What
kind of rules?" Susan asks. "Well, rules like Balki's head must
never be higher than the Primodopolos. Every time I turn around there he
is right below my face." "Well, it is his culture," Susan
notes. "I guess I can put up with it for a couple of days,"
Larry smiles. Susan kisses Larry on the cheek and says, "See you
later, hero," before exiting, closing the door behind her.
"She's right," Larry says to himself, "I did save his life.
If he wants to serve me, who am I to complain? Who am I to stand in the
way of his culture? Who am I talking to?"
Larry picks up a book and sits on the
couch to read. The door to Larry's bedroom opens and Balki enters the
room, walking low 
in
a crouched position. He is carrying a folded robe and slippers and brings
them in front of the couch to Larry. "Did you want something?"
Larry asks. "I bring your robe and slippers," Balki says,
"I ironed them." "You ironed my slippers?" Larry
asks. "Tough to get a crease," Balki admits, looking at a
flattened slipper, "But anything for a Primodopolos. Anything else I
can do for you?" "No, I'd just like to sit and read my
mystery," Larry answers. Balki picks up the orange lamp and holds it
closer to the book for Larry. Larry eyes him with frustration until Balki
finally puts the lamp down. Balki watches Larry as he seems to be
preparing to turn the page and reaches over to turn it for him. "What
are you doing? What are you doing?" Larry cries. "I
thought you were finished with that page," Balki explains. "Balki,
I just would like to finish this book so that I can go to bed," Larry says.
"You
can't go to bed until you finish that book?" Balki asks. "That's
right," Larry confirms. "The great aunt Phoebe did it,"
Balki says, "She did not have to be in a wheelchair. She used to get
up at night dressed like a man and stab relatives." Larry slowly
looks at the last page of the book. "That's right," he says,
forcing a smile and dropping the book on the couch. "Now you can go
to bed!" Balki says, "Is there anything else I can do for
you?" "Balki, look," Larry sighs, taking one of the
slippers to put on, "I know you're doing this because you feel you have to,
and I appreciate it, it's just that . . . " Larry leans over to put
his slipper on and Balki lowers his head accordingly. " . . . Could
we not do the head thing?" Larry begs. "Well, actually that rule
is optional," Balki says. "Good! Then stop . . .
now!" Larry orders, "Stand up." Balki reluctantly stands,
with Larry urging him, "Up, up . . . up, up, up, up . . . good. Now
if you don't mind I'd like to watch a little TV."
"All right," Balki sighs,
walking around the back of the couch. When he gets behind Larry he starts
to lower his head again but 
Larry
says, "Ah!" to stop him. Balki goes into the kitchen as Larry
turns on the television and starts watching a western. Balki starts using
a hand mixer to stir the contents of a bowl, the mixer drowning out the sound of
the television. Larry eyes Balki with frustration. "Balki?
Ba . . . Balki, would you come here, please?" Larry calls. Balki
moves around the small counter and steps toward Larry, still holding the bowl
and beaters. "Closer," Larry says. Balki steps
closer. "Closer." Balki takes another step.
"Closer," Larry urges. Balki takes another step and the cord of
the beater pulls out of the wall, turning the beater off. "Close
enough," Larry says, "What are you doing?" "I'm making
your lunch for tomorrow," Balki answers, "Sheep
Wellington." "Well, thank you," Larry sighs, "Balki,
how long does this Primodopolos thing go on?" "Forever,"
Balki answers. Larry gets a pained expression as Balki continues to stir
the contents of the bowl with the stopped beaters.
Later
that evening, Larry has fallen asleep on the couch. Balki tiptoes out of the bedroom holding a piece of
rope. Quietly he approaches the couch and takes one end of the rope, which has been fastened into a slipknot, and
carefully puts
it around Larry’s ankle, tightening it. He then ties the other end to
the end table next to the couch. Satisfied Balki starts to turn away but then stops,
eyeing Larry with concern. Larry is so sound sleep it looks as if he
may be dead. Balki leans down toward Larry's chest, trying to listen to his
heartbeat, then turns his head to look at Larry worriedly. Finally Balki gets the lid of a pan from the
kitchen, wiping it with his shirt and holding it under Larry’s nose to see if he can see any trace of
Larry's breath, which would show up as a steam cloud on the lid. When he
sees none he is distraught. Finally Balki pulls up Larry’s eyelids and
after a second Larry lets out a scream and they both jump a mile.
"Don't
you ever . . . EVER . . . do that again!" Larry says adamantly.
"Don't worry!" Balki assures him. "What were you
doing?" Larry demands. "Trying to see if you were alive,"
Balki explains. "Well, obviously I am!" Larry says.
"And that makes me happier than a tick on a sheepdog," Balki
says. "Well, that makes it a red letter day for me, too!" Larry
scoffs. He gets up and starts to walk around the couch, not noticing the
rope tied to his ankle, which is pulling taut. "Are you going to stay
mad at me long?" Balki asks. Larry stops just short of the rope
pulling tight and walks back to Balki to answer. "No, I am not going
to stay mad at you," Larry assures him, "It's just that you . . . you
. . . you scared me!" Once again Larry walks away. "A hero
can be scared?" Balki asks. Larry stops just short again and doubles
back. "Oh . . . not . . . not scared . . . but uh . . . uh . . .
surprised. Look, Balki, I know you're only trying to take care of me and I
appreciate the thought, but this has got to come to an end." This
time Larry walks further than before and the rope pulls taut, yanking him off
his feet.
Slowly Larry gets to his feet and traces
the rope back to see that it is tied to the end table. "Why . . . am I tethered to
the table?" 
Larry
asks with extreme patience. "So that you can’t walk in your sleep and fall out the
window," Balki explains, "Pretty smart, huh?" "Balki,
what are the chances of me walking in my sleep and falling out the window?"
Larry asks. "Now? No chance," Balki answers. Larry
is fed up. "I'm going to untie myself now, and then I am going to
bed." Larry takes the rope off his ankle and heads for his bedroom,
stopping in front of Balki to say, "Good night." "Good
night," Balki replies nicely. Larry heads for his bedroom and Balki
follows right behind him. Sensing something, Larry stops right outside his
door a moment, then turns to look behind him. Balki has stepped slightly
to the side so that Larry can't see him. Larry scans the room and doesn't
see Balki, so continues into his room, with Balki right in step behind
him. The door closes and a moment later Larry yells, "Balki!"
and the door opens and Balki jumps outside. Larry closes the door as Balki
leans against it to listen.
The next morning at the Ritz Discount
Balki is sweeping the floor while singing "'Cause
we are living in the material world and I am 
a
material boy, you know that we are living . . . " Larry enters
looking fit to be tied. " . . . in a material world and I am a
material . . . hello," Balki greets Larry, "How are you this morning,
American Hero?" "Two hours late," Larry answers,
"Someone turned off my alarm. I wonder who that could be?"
"Me," Balki confesses. "Oh!" Larry reacts as if this
were no surprise. "I turned off it so you could sleep in," Balki
explains. "I have never been late in my life!"
Larry points out, "Not in high school, not in grade
school . . . I was born three weeks early!" Mr. Twinkacetti
exits his office and sees Larry. "Ah, thanks for dropping by,
Appleton!" He checks his watch. "Uh, I'm docking you two
hours pay." Larry gives Balki a look of anger. "Don't you
give me that face yet!" Balki says, handing Larry the broom and walking to
Twinkacetti, "All right, Mr. Twinkacetti, two hours. What is it,
huh? A few poultry dollars? Take it out of my
salary." "That is your salary," Mr. Twinkacetti
points out, then leaves.
"Balki, this whole thing is getting
out of hand," Larry complains, "I'm just not cut out to be
served." "Well, you have to be," Balki says, "You're
the Primodopolos!" "Oh," Larry sighs, "No, I'm
not. I resign." "Well, you can't do that," Balki
says, "It's for life!" 
"I'm
the Primodopolos?" Larry asks. "Yes, you are," Balki
nods. "And anything I say goes?" Larry asks. "Well,
of course it does. Don't be ridiculous," Balki replies.
"You can't serve me any more!" Larry orders. Balki is
shocked. "But . . . if I can't serve you . . . I failed. And if
I failed the Primodopolos, then . . . I'm a . . . nebulopolos." Balki
says this last word with great disdain. "You'll get over it,"
Larry assures him, "Sticks and stones." "That's just
exactly what they throw at nebulopoli," Balki explains, then sulks,
"I'm a disgrace. I can't even show my face in public." He
grabs a tote bag from the counter and pulls it over his head. Larry
watches this with sheer exasperation. "Well, I'll just get back to my
sweeping," Balki sighs, feeling his way over to Larry's face in search of
the broom, which Larry places in his hand. Balki starts sweeping slowly,
singing "Nobody knows the trouble I see . . . " He pauses and
looks back toward Larry, who is unmoved. " . . . nobody knows the
sorrow," Balki continues as the scene fades to black.
Later that same day, Balki is unpacking
shirts from a box and laying them on a table while still wearing the bag over
his head. 
Larry
is watching from behind the counter. Mr. Twinkacetti enters the store and
stops to look. "Still wearing the bag?" he asks.
"Yeah, he's getting pretty good at it," Larry observes. Mr.
Twinkacetti walks over to Balki. "Turnip, I like the look . . . but
it's scaring away customers. Why don't you go into the basement and sort
pants by color?" "Thank you," Balki says, and walks
away. "He's not even fun to abuse any more," Twinkacetti
sighs. Larry walks over to his boss, saying, "I don't know what to
do." "I'll tell you what to do," Twinkacetti offers,
"Go jump in front of a taxicab and hope the turnip pulls you out of the
way." "And what if he doesn't?" Larry asks.
"Either way, your problems are solved!" Twinkacetti points out.
"Thanks, but I prefer a solution that I can live through," Larry
notes. "Oh sure, think of yourself," Twinkacetti sneers,
"Wait a minute, I got an idea. I have a friend who's an actor.
Why don't you just hire him to break into the apartment, make a little noise,
wake up the turnip, and then run like hell? He thinks he saved your life
and you're even."
Larry laughs at this until he notes Mr.
Twinkacetti's serious expression. "Oh, uh . . . you mean it,"
Larry realizes, "Well, uh . . . 
that's
a real, uh . . . idea. But, uh . . . I don't think so."
"Huh, it's up to you," Twinkacetti sighs, "You're the Primo-potamus."
"What is the cost on something like this?" Larry asks.
"Fifty bucks," Twinkacetti states. "Fifty? I wouldn't
be asking him to do King Lear!" Balki enters through a doorway and
says, "I can't find the basement," just before he walks into a display
of gasoline cans on a cardboard box, knocking them all to the floor with a loud
crash. "I keep on looking," Balki sighs, going back through the
door. Larry pulls some money out of his pocket and counts out fifty
dollars to give to Twinkacetti. "Have him come before midnight,"
Larry says, "I don't want to be up late." Larry goes after Balki,
calling, "Balki? Balki?" After Larry leaves, Mr.
Twinkacetti walks to the phone and dials. "Yeah, is Jimmy
there?" he says into the receiver, "He's in New York? What's he
doing there? King Lear? Uh, no no . . . no message."
Twinkacetti pockets the money, looking devious and saying, "His loss . . .
my gain!" before hanging up the phone.
Late that night in the apartment, Larry is
sitting up in bed with the door to his bedroom open. Balki is sleeping on
the sofabed with 
the
bag still over his head (Dimitri also has a little bag over his head.)
Larry looks at his alarm clock impatiently. Through the living room
window, we see a man come down the fire escape and slowly open their window,
crawling into he apartment. He's got a bag over his shoulder and is
wearing a baseball cap. He immediately starts grabbing various items and
putting them into his bag. Larry hears noises and then sees the man
sneaking around the apartment. He walks out to confront the man he thinks
is the actor Twinkacetti hired. "Where have you been?" The
man is startled by Larry's approach. "You were supposed to be here by
midnight!" "I work my
own hours," the confused burglar answers. Larry grabs the bag from
the man and looks at it. "You're not supposed to take things!"
Larry complains. "That's what I do," the burglar explains,
taking back the bag. "Okay, okay, nice touch," Larry concedes,
"And look at this outfit! Who ever heard of a burglar wearing a
baseball cap?" Larry pulls the cap off the man. The man
snatches it back.
"All right," Larry sighs,
"Look, let me go over it again. You come through the window, you wake
him up, threaten me. When he 
asks
what's going on you scream in terror, beg him not to hurt you and run. Do
you think you can handle that?" "This some kind of hospital or
somethin'?" the burglar asks. "Hospital?" Larry sighs,
"Didn't Twinkacetti tell you anything? Oh . . . look. I'll wake
him up. You try to look . . . mean." Larry walks over to turn
on the lights and then steps over to the sofabed as the burglar goes about his
business. "Oh no! Oh no!" Larry cries, pulling the bag off
Balki's head and waking him up, "It's a burglar! Balki, look!
It's a robber! Oh! Oh! We're going to be robbed! And
here I am frozen with fear! Oh! If only someone with courage would
jump up and save us . . . wait a minute! What about you? You
can do it Balki!" Balki is looking past Larry and says, "Don't
be ridiculous! He's got a gun." "He does?" Larry asks
with confusion. He turns to see the burglar has pulled out a gun and is
holding on them. Larry steps to him, saying, "You're not supposed to
have a gun." The burglar holds it up for Larry to see.
"That's real," Larry notes, then
it all clicks for him. "Oh . . . oh you're not, uh . . . oh, you're a
burglar. Oh my God. Uh . . . uh . . . " Larry raises his
hands. "Don't shoot. Please. I am barely in my
mid-twenties, I have never been skiing, I didn't mean to offend 
you!
I love your hat! It's just that I make a lousy first . . .
" "Shut up!" the burglar demands. "I can!
I can do that!" Larry assures him, "I didn't talk through the entire
third grade." "Will you shut up?" the burglar asks, pushing
Larry back towards Balki. Now Balki is angry. "You can't do
that to Cousin Larry!" Balki states. "Yes, I can!" the
burglar argues. "Yes, he can," Larry agrees. The burglar
pushes Larry back again. "You do that again and you're in big
trouble!" Balki warns. "Balki, if the man wants to shove me, let
him shove me," Larry says. "There, you heard it!" the
burglar notes, pushing Larry again, this time where he falls back against Balki
and they both sit down briefly on the sofabed before bouncing up again.
"If you do that one more time, I'm not responsible!" Balki
states. The burglar rolls his eyes and pushes them both down again.
Again they bounce back up. "Why do you keep doing that?" Balki
asks. "Because I'm the one that's got the gun," the burglar
says, holding it up again.
"Give me that!" Balki says,
snatching the gun from the man's hand quickly. Larry, who has had his
hands up the entire time, steps away from Balki toward the burglar.
"All right, buster, reach for the friendly skies!" Balki says.
"Balki, you've got the gun, 
that's
great!" Larry smiles. "You can put your hands down now,"
Balki tells Larry. "Even better," Larry sighs, as both he and
burglar lower their hands. "Not you!" Balki tells the burglar,
but Larry thinks Balki is talking to him and they both end up raising their
hands again. "Down yours, up yours!" Balki tries to explain, but
both Larry and the burglar are confused, not sure who should raise or lower
their hands. Balki reaches over and pulls Larry to him. "What
your name is?" Balki demands to know from the burglar. "Uh . . .
John Doe," the man answers. "Put your hand out," Balki
orders. The burglar lowers his hands. Balki quickly slaps the man's
fingers and scolds, "Shame on you, John Doe! Breaking into other
people's houses and taking things that don't belong to you! Binda hoha
tippy toka niki ip pa pa pa taka fingi!" "Ha ha!" Larry
adds. "Hey, you're right! Whatever you just said!" the
burglar agrees. "Call the police, Cousin," Balki urges.
"Oh, you bet I will!" Larry says, and he runs to the window and leans
out, screaming, "Help! Police! Help! Help!
Help! Police!" He starts to crawl out onto the fire escape.
Even later that evening Balki and Larry
return to the apartment. Larry helps Balki off with his jacket.
"Boy, the police department 
was
fun," Balki smiles, "I like that they give me ice cream cone and then
they let me take my fingieprints." Balki's hands are completely
covered with ink and he motions with them toward Larry. "Don't touch
anything until you wash your hands," Larry says. "They even let
me stand in the lineup," Balki notes, "But I didn't win."
"It's just as well," Larry smiles, "First prize is twenty
years." Larry closes the front door and says, "Well, I'm gonna
turn in." "Give me fifteen minutes, I . . . I warm up your
bed," Balki says, moving toward the bedroom. "No, that is
over," Larry says, heading him off. "Well, then it's back to the
bag on my head!" Balki insists, heading for the sofabed to get the
bag. Once again Larry stops him. "No, Balki . . . don't you
realize what you've done?" Larry asks. "I did something
wrong?" Balki asks worriedly. "No, you saved my life,"
Larry explains, "You're a hero! What you did took guts!"
"Really?" Balki asks.
"Yes!" "Am I as brave as you?" Balki asks.
"Oh, I am way down here," Larry indicates with his hands, "And 
you
are way, way . . . " Larry notes the way Balki is processing this and
changes his tactic by placing both hands at the same level, " . . . we are
even. Equals. Two peas in a pod. A couple of Primodopoli."
"But I don't feel like a hero," Balki says, "Somebody was pushing
my friend and I had to stop him." "Well, that's all I did when I
pushed you out of the way of the taxi," Larry explains, "That's what
you do when you care about somebody." "You . . . you care about
me?" Balki asks, touched. "Well . . . " Larry starts to
nod. "I care about you, too!" Balki gushes, hugging Larry
tightly. "Well, thank you," Larry chuckles, "for the
service and for saving my life and, uh . . . good night." "Good
night," Balki smiles. Larry turns to walk to his bedroom and reveals
that Balki has left huge black handprints on the back of Larry's shirt.
Seeing this, Balki clasps a hand over his mouth, then pulls it away, leaving a
black hand print across his face as well as he shakes his head.
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