Nielsen Rating: 13.2 HH
PERFECT STRANGERS EPISODE GUIDE
EPISODE 39 - The Break In
First Air Date: December 9, 1987
Nielsen Rating: 13.2 HH
TV Guide Description: Larry and Balki find themselves out on a ledge after breaking into the publisher's office to retrieve Larry's irreverent news article mistakenly left on the publisher's desk.
Co-Producer: James O’Keefe
Created by: Dale McRaven
Written by: David Ketchum & Tony DiMarco
Directed by: Joel Zwick
Cast:
Bronson Pinchot: Balki Bartokomous
Mark Linn-Baker: Larry Appleton
Guest Cast:
Jo Marie Payton-France: Harriette Winslow
Eugene Roche: Mr. Harry Burns
Richard Frank: Frank Peterson
Jim Doughan: Security Guard (Jimmy)
Dimitri Appearances: Dimitri can be seen
very clearly on the fireplace mantel when Larry realizes the wrong article has
been left on Wainwright’s desk. At the end of the episode when the
Cousins come back home, Dimitri is wearing a black mask and outfit like a
burglar.
Balki-isms:
" . . . because the spit’s gonna hit the fan."
" . . . this is just a hunk . . . "
"Oh . . . I was a Cesarean myself."
Don’t be ridiculous: Not said in this episode.
Other catchphrases used in this episode:
"Will you stop it?"
"Oh my Lord!"
"Question . . . "
Other running jokes used in this episode:
Balki quotes a famous Myposian saying in Myposian, asking in some way if it isn’t
perfectly clear and prompting Larry to ask, in varying ways, for a translation
Comments about Larry having no upper lip
Balki laughs at his own joke
Larry grabs Balki by the shirt
Larry looks very much like he wants to strangle Balki but refrains
Larry eyes Balki in a mischievous manner
Larry talks Balki into following one of his plans by making him believe he was
the one at fault (later known as an Appleton Snow Job)
Larry breathy, scoffing laugh
Notable Moments:
The Chronicle’s publisher, R.T. Wainwright, is mentioned for the first time.
Jimmy the security guard (although not named) is first seen in this episode
Interesting facts:
- The co-writers of the script for this episode, Tony DiMarco (aka Anthony
DiMarco) and David Ketchum, also wrote scripts for Happy Days and Full
House. David Ketchum is also the same classic character actor who made
a brief appearance in the episode Falling
in Love Is . . .
- There is another reference to Balki’s favorite performer, Wayne Newton, in
this episode.
- Larry also mentions his brother Billy in this episode.
- This episode marks the first time we hear the publisher’s name, Mr. R.T.
Wainwright. Mr. Wainwright would make his first appearance and become a
regular character later this season, consequently becoming Larry’s boss,
taking over that position from Mr. Burns, who would no longer appear.
- Another ABC series, Moonlighting, is referenced in this episode. Perfect
Strangers actually used to air before Moonlighting on Tuesday nights
when it debuted. Mark also made a very notable appearance on an episode of
the series which helped him get the job on Perfect Strangers.
- Larry’s reference to "Appleton’s Law" is not repeated in any
other episode, but would be the Appleton version of Murphy’s Law, which is
basically "Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong."
- The security guard, who is nameless in this episode, would become a recurring
character played by Jim Doughan and would later be named, appropriately, Jimmy.
- Richard Frank gave a really notable performance in this episode as Frank
Peterson, the crime beat reporter who contemplates suicide. This was his
only appearance in the series. Another memorable role of his was as the priest
in Amadeus who listens to Salieri’s story throughout the movie.
Sadly Richard Frank passed away in 1995 due to complications from AIDS.
Bloopers and Inconsistencies:
- This is the last of three episodes which feature a different set for the boys’
apartment in which the front door is to the left of the fireplace. The
other two episodes were All the News That Fits and Taking Stock.
- A blooper from this episode in which Mark loses
his place can be seen on our YouTube
Channel, along with other bloopers from the series!
- Near the end of the episode as Balki and Larry are sitting on the ledge
talking to Frank, we see the security guard waiting at the window and an elderly
man is looking out at them as well. While it could be a police chief it’s
also possible he is supposed to be Mr. Wainwright, although he is not yet played
by F.J. O’Neil.
Synopsis:
The episode begins with Larry Appleton typing at his desk and laughing as he
works. The elevator bell rings as the hand indicating the floor it is on falls
past the B for basement. The door opens and we see Harriette and Balki inside,
their knees at floor level since Balki has stopped the elevator too low. "You’re getting better, baby!
You’ll get the hang of it!"
Harriette encourages him. Balki gets out of the elevator with a wire basket of
mail and walks past Larry’s desk where he hears Larry laughing. After a moment
or two of hesitation, Balki sets the basket down on his work table and walks to
Larry’s desk, squatting down and smiling as Larry continues to laugh over the
paper he’s finished typing.
"What are we laughing about?"
Balki finally asks. "Balki, I have just had a very frustrating day,"
Larry explains, "I spent the entire morning covering a stupid dog show so I
wrote this to blow off some steam. Listen to this . . . ‘Society came out on
all fours today at the 5th Annual Pedigree Dog Show.’" Larry
laughs at this line before continuing. "‘Industrialist Henry Friar
bragged that his dog was cheaper than his wife; the license was less and the dog
came with a fur coat!’" Larry continues to laugh, but Balki isn’t
laughing at all. "Wait, wait there’s more!" Larry promises, reading
on, "‘Socialite Annabelle Eastwick is so fat that when she bent over to
pet her dog there were reports of a lunar eclipse!’" Larry keeps laughing
until he realizes Balki is just looking at him, stunned, so Larry finally stops.
"Cousin, I can’t believe you say
mean things about people!" Balki comments. "Balki, these are supposed
to be jokes!" Larry explains. "But what if you hurt somebody’s
feelings? You never know who’d listen. On Mypos we have a saying . . .
Iffi
biggi hochpadooie, och hoch biddi bat bat sticki. Enough said?"
"Not
quite enough, no," Larry admits. "It says ‘If you spit into a
windstorm, you’d better carry an umbrella,’" Balki translates. "Well, Balki, don’t worry.
I’m not a big spitter," Larry assures
him. "No, Cousin, it means if you say something cruel about someone it
might come back to haunt you."
"Balki, this is humor!" Larry
insists, "In America people pay big bucks to go to Las Vegas so that Joan
Rivers or Don Rickles can insult them in front of their loved ones." "Don Rickles?" Balki asks excitedly, "he’s Wayne Newton’s
favorite comedian!" "That’s right!" Larry agrees, "And I
hear Wayne loves it when Don makes fun of his moustache!" "So, your
making 
fun of the dog show people is like Don making fun of Wayne?" Balki
asks. "More or less," Larry answers. "Well, then people are going
to love when they read your article in the newspaper!" Balki smiles. "Oh no, no no, Balki," Larry corrects him, "This is not going
into the newspaper. This is a joke." He picks up another piece of paper,
clarifying, "This is the article that’s going in the
newspaper." "Oh," Balki hums, "Well, can we send the joke
one to Wayne?" "No, I think I’m going to send this to my brother
Billy," Larry says, "He’ll get a kick out of it." "Oh,
okay, I’ll just send Wayne the peanut brittle like I do every month,"
Balki sighs, heading back to his work table while Larry finishes placing the
articles in two identical envelopes he places in different spots on his desk.
"Cousin, can I try American
humor?" Balki asks enthusiastically. "Well sure . . . go ahead,"
Larry encourages. Balki walks back 
to Larry’s desk and says, "Well,
Cousin, I guess when they were handing out the lips you only got one!"
Balki laughs at his own joke but Larry doesn’t laugh at all. "Why aren’t
you laughing?" Balki asks. "It’s hard to laugh with one lip,"
Larry comments coolly. The elevator door opens and Harriette steps out ahead of
a ragged-looking man whose clutching a disheveled briefcase. "Frank, what’s
a five-letter word for life?" Harriette asks the man as she works on a
crossword puzzle. "Hell," Frank states in anguish, turning to walk to
the garage. "That man is burned out," Harriette comments seriously to
Larry and Balki, "Been working the crime beat too long." "I’ve
never seen Frank so down before," Larry observes. He and Balki exchange
looks of concern.
Mr. Burns enters from the garage. "Appleton!" he calls.
"Yes sir!" Larry replies. "When
you’ve finished with the dog show story, the publisher wants to see
it." "The publisher wants to see my article?" Larry asks,
"But why?" "What’s the publisher’s name?" Mr.
Burns asks. "Mr. Wainwright," Larry answers. "And who
sponsored the dog show?" Larry consults his notes to answer,
"The, uh . . . Wainwright Kennel Club." "Are you making the
connection, Appleton?" "Oh! Yes right . . . got it! The publisher sponsored the dog show!"
"Good!" Mr. Burns praises Larry sarcastically, "See that you put
it on the publisher’s desk before you leave tonight. He wants to read it first
thing in the morning." Mr. Burns calls for Gorpley and heads to the man’s
office.
Larry walks to Balki’s table. "Balki,
did you hear that? The publisher wants to read something I wrote!"
Mr.
Burns turns away from Gorpley’s door, saying, "Appleton, I almost forgot
. . . where’s the file on the Fornsythe baby I asked for?" "You didn’t
ask for it, sir," Larry points out. "Do I have to ask for everything?
Learn to anticipate!" Mr Burns suggests. Larry heads for the archives then
stops. "Oh Balki, do me a favor, would you? Run the article I wrote up to
the publisher. It’s in the envelope on my desk." "Okay," Balki
answers, dumping the contents of the wire basket onto his table and going to
Larry’s desk where he snaps up one of the manila envelopes. As he passes,
Balki sees the other envelope and pauses, trying to decide which one to take.
He
puts the one down and then picks it back up, giving it a little shrug before
heading to the elevator.
Later that night at the apartment, Balki
and Larry are watching television with Jennifer and Mary Anne. "Oh, I love
‘Moonlighting!’" Balki exclaims, "Don’t they have witty
dialogue? I just love when they say ‘You do?’ ‘I do!’ ‘You do?’
‘I
do!’ How do they come up with that stuff?" "I bet Bruce Willis makes
it up . . . he’s a funny guy," Mary Anne remarks. "If you think he’s
funny, wait until you hear what this little curly-haired jokemeister wrote
today!" Balki says. "Well, it really wasn’t all that funny,"
Larry dismisses. "Well, if you’d rather not read it, Larry . . . "
Jennifer begins. "No, no, no, I got it right here!" Larry insists,
walking back to the hallway to get it from his briefcase. "Listen!
Listen!" Balki says, "I’m learning American humor! Mary Anne, is
that your hair or did your head just explode?" Balki laughs hysterically
but Mary Anne stares at him, wide-eyed. "It’s my hair!" she answers
in a serious manner.
"Balki hasn’t quite got the hang of
it yet," Larry explains, standing by the fireplace with his article,
"But listen to this . . . it’s hysterical, even if I do say so
myself." Larry starts to laugh in anticipation, but stops abruptly as he
looks over the article. He pauses, realization setting in, then starts to gag.
"Cousin . . . did you swallow a hairball?" Balki asks with concern.
The three get up and go to Larry, Jennifer taking the article from him and
starting to read. "‘Dog Shows. A Cavalcade of America’s Favorite Pet.
By Larry Appleton. Collecting llamas may be this country’s latest fad but man’s
best friend continues to be the dog." Mary Anne laughs, saying, "That’s
funny! Llamas!" Then she looks confused.
"Now this isn’t the funny
article!" Balki realizes, walking over to take it from Jennifer, "You
know what? The publisher must have the funny one! Oh boy, is he in for a chuckle
and a half!" Jennifer notices the look of murderous intent in Larry’s
eyes and suggests to Mary Anne that they leave. "Why do we have to go?
I
want to find out who won the dog show!" Mary Anne cries as Jennifer leads
her out the front door. Balki sees the look in Larry’s eyes and starts to back
away as Larry approaches him, grabbing his shirt and backing him against the
couch. "How could you do this?" Larry demands, "How could you
take the wrong article to the publisher? Don’t you ever read the mail before
you deliver it?" "Well, Cousin, mailman don’t read other people’s
mail!" Balki insists, "Unless it’s a postcard and then we can’t
help it."
"Right," Larry sighs, dropping
Balki into the couch where he rolls off, "Why am I blaming you? I should
have known if I wrote two articles one would fall into the wrong hands. Appleton’s
law!" "Won’t the publisher think it’s funny?" Balki asks.
"No, he won’t think it’s funny!" "Well, don’t he understand
American humor?" Balki asks. "I insulted his dog show!" Larry
explains worriedly. "Well, now, Cousin, I don’t understand! Is insults
funny or no?" "Sometimes it is, sometimes it’s not!" Larry
answers. "Well, how you tell the difference?" Balki asks. "If you
insult your boss, it’s not!" "So, the Mypos saying is true!"
Balki deduces, "Well, all I can say . . . you better get out your umbrella
because the spit’s gonna hit the fan!"
"What am I gonna do?" Larry asks
nervously. "Well, I . . . " Balki starts, then suddenly gasps, "what are you
going to do, what am I
going to do? I just told Mary Anne her head
exploded thanks to you!" "Balki, I have a bigger problem!" Larry
explains, trying to keep his composure, "My job is in jeopardy!"
"Oh, I love that show!" Balki smiles. Larry has to try very hard not
to strangle Balki then and there. He sits down as he continues in a sad tone.
"You know, the irony is the publisher would have liked the real article if
only he had a chance to read it. If only I could undo what’s been done.
If
only I could switch the articles." Larry lowers his head into his hand,
only to lift it seconds later, eyeing Balki in a very devious manner. Balki
finally notices this. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Larry hooks an arm around Balki’s
shoulder, "Balki, you and I have to break into the publisher’s office and
switch the articles!" "Oh no no!" Balki insists, "Breaking
in is wrong, I’m not doing it, period." "Did I say ‘break in?’
Bad choice of words. We have to go into the publisher’s office.
After all, you
delivered the wrong mail, didn’t you? Didn’t you? And it’s your duty to
deliver the right mail, isn’t it? Isn’t it?" "Yes, yes,"
Balki agrees, feeling guilty. "Anything less would be irresponsible!
Irresponsible!" Larry continues. "I don’t want to be
irresponsible!" Balki cries. "Of course you don’t," Larry
agrees. "What am I going to do?" Balki asks. "Balki . . . you’ll
have to go down to the publisher’s office and switch the articles."
"Will you come with me?" Balki asks. Larry thinks a moment, then
agrees, "All right, I’ll come with you. What are cousins for?"
The second act begins with a nighttime
establishing shot of the Chicago Chronicle, panning to the upper floors. Larry
and Balki emerge from the stairwell into a hallway, exhausted and panting.
"Cousin, explain to me again how come we had to climb up eleven flight of
stairs?" Balki asks. "Because if we took the elevator someone might
see you and find out you delivered the wrong mail," Larry explains. Balki
sighs in shame, and Larry adds, "I’m only trying to protect you."
"Thank you, Cousin," Balki offers gratefully. Balki walks to Mr.
Wainwright’s office door and tries to open it. "Oh, well, the door’s
locked. Listen, I appreciate everything you tried to do for me but I’m out of
luck."
Balki starts to walk away but Larry stops
him. "Don’t you know the mailman’s oath? Neither rain nor sleet nor
lock-ed door shall 
stay these couriers from the swift execution of their
appointed rounds?" Balki looks proud, then pauses, eyeing Larry
skeptically. "Lock-ed door isn’t in there," he points out.
"Yes
it is, it’s in the second verse," Larry assures him. Balki eyes Larry
even more suspiciously. "Now listen to me . . . this is just a hunk but you
know what I think? I think you want to get in there and get your article and you
don’t care anything about the mail!" Larry starts to laugh his breathy,
scoffing laugh then stops, saying, "Balki, you’re right. I am in deep
trouble. I need your help! Please, if I don’t get that article back, I’m
going to lose my job! You’ll help me now, won’t you?" Balki isn’t
sure so Larry starts to beg until Balki tells him to stop it. "All right, I’ll
help you," Balki finally surrenders. Larry starts to overdo the thank you’s
until Balki again tells him to stop it.
"Now . . . the door is locked,"
Balki reminds Larry, "How we going to get in?" "We’ll do what
they did on ‘Moonlighting,’" Larry answers, fishing into his pocket.
"I don’t know what they did on ‘Moonlighting,’" Balki comments.
"I do," Larry assured him. "You do?" "I do!"
"You do?" "I do!" "You do?" "Will you stop
it?" Larry yells, then holds up a credit card. He slips it into the door
jam, trying to force the lock open. Instead there is a snap and Larry pulls it
back, showing it has snapped in two pieces. "Maybe you’re over your
credit limit," Balki speculates. "Oh great," Larry sighs,
"The part with my name on it is still in the door!"
"Okay, Cousin, maybe we should just
go home now," Balki suggests. Larry stops him again, pointing out the
transom above the 
door. "Balki, give me a boost!" Larry asks.
"All right . . . you’re a snappy dresser," Balki offers. Larry eyes
him in frustration, finally saying, "Not that kind of boost . . . but thank
you." Larry pushes Balki against the door and motions for Balki to cup his
hands. Larry steps up and onto Balki’s shoulders, trying to get in through the
transom. "Tell me if I’m hurting you!" Larry says, just before his
feet hook on Balki’s neck, almost strangling him. Balki finally pushes Larry
legs up so that Larry’s hanging down into the office. Larry tries to reach the
doorknob but can’t. He lowers himself down awkwardly, still trying to reach,
and pausing once to tell Balki, "Almost got it!" As Balki watches
through the glass window on the door, Larry’s slips and falls to the ground
inside the office. "How about now?" Balki asks.
Larry gets up off the floor and opens the
door. Balki enters and Larry retrieves the other half of his credit card from
the floor. 
They turn on the light and walk to the desk, where they find the
envelope Balki left there earlier. They switch the articles without any
problems, but then they hear the elevator bell and the door opening. "The
security guard!" Balki gasps. Larry turns off the light on the desk and
motions for Balki to get under the desk. They both duck down under the desk only
to find it is open and offers them no cover from sight. They get back to their
feet and huddle nervously as footsteps draw nearer.
We see the security guard pass by Wainwright’s office door, stopping when he realizes it’s slightly open. He stops, getting out his flashlight and looking into the office. As he shines his flashlight around the office he sees nothing except a window which has apparently been left slightly open. Larry and Balki are outside the office window, standing on a narrow ledge. "Cousin, I can’t help noticing that things aren’t going well," Balki comments, "What are we going to do?" "Temporary setback," Larry assures him, "We’ll just wait for the security guard to leave and then we’ll go back in through the window."
Just as Larry has said this, we see the
security guard inside, closing and locking the window then walking away. "That sounded like the guard locked the window," Balki says.
"Balki,
tell me the guard didn’t lock the window," Larry asks. "The guard
didn’t lock the window," Balki responds. "Thank God," Larry
sighs, "All right, let’s go back in." "We might have a little
problem with that," Balki states. "Why?" "Because the guard
locked the window." "Balki, you just told me the guard didn’t
lock the window!" "Well, that is because you told me to tell you the
guard didn’t lock the window," Balki explains. "Well, why don’t we
go see if indeed the guard locked the window?" Larry suggests. They inch
their way carefully to the window, each trying to pull it up but it won’t
budge. "The window is locked," Larry states. "Perhaps the guard
locked it!" Balki adds. "Perhaps," Larry agrees after a long
moment.
There is the sound of sirens and Balki
points down where police cars are gathering in the street. "Cousin!
Look,
look! The police! We’re saved!" Balki exclaims. "Oh my Lord!"
Larry gasps, "What are they doing here?" "Maybe there’s a donut
shop down there," Balki suggests, then notes, "And look, look! A fire
truck, too! Hey! Hello! Hello!" Larry pushes Balki back against the
building, crying, "Get back! They’ll see us!" "Question . . .
" Balki starts, "If they can’t hear us, how they going to save
us?" "Balki if they see us they’ll know we were trying to break in
and then we’ll be in big trouble!" Larry snaps. "Then we’ll
be in big trouble?" Balki asks incredulously, "Cousin, we’re up to
our armpits in sheep dip right now!"
Suddenly someone comes around the corner
of the building, also on the ledge. It’s Frank, the despondent reporter seen
earlier. The police shine a spotlight on him, causing him to cry, "Get that
spotlight off me or I’ll jump!" Larry and Balki are shocked to see him.
"Frank?" Larry asks. Frank turns and sees them, just as surprised as
they are. "Stay away! You can’t talk me out of this!"
"Frank,
what you doing up here?" Balki asks. "I don’t know," Frank
answers, "I’m confused. I just came out here to think." "Well,
you picked a dangerous place to think," Balki comments. "Balki, he
came up here to think about suicide," Larry explains. "Oh
Cousin!" Balki gasps.
"Frank, I know you’re under a lot
of pressure but . . . it can’t be that bad!" Larry says. "What do
you know about it?" Frank cries, 
"Life stinks! I see it every day!
Assaults! Murders! Look!" He points down at the gathering of police cars,
"Robberies! Nobody cares about anybody!" The light turns on in
Wainwright’s office and the security guard appears with several officers.
He
opens the window and leans out, calling, "Mr. Peterson!" then turns
and eyes Balki and Larry in confusion. "What are you guys doing out
here?" "Well, it’s a long story . . . Cousin Larry say to me . . .
" Balki begins. "What are we doing out here?" Larry interrupts,
"Isn’t it obvious what we’re doing out here? We came out here to get
our friend off the ledge!" "Oh boy, you never let up," Balki says
in disgust. "Not when it comes to the life of a friend!" Larry says
heroically.
"Frank . . . don’t do this,"
Larry implores. "Leave me alone," Frank sighs. "Well, we’ve
done all we can do," Larry sighs, moving 
toward the window, "Leave
this in the hands of the professionals!" "Now Cousin," Balki
says, "We’ve got to stop thinking about ourselves and maybe think about
Frank. Maybe he talk to us." "Balki, these people have experience with
this sort of thing," Larry explains. "Get away from that window!"
Frank yells at the security guard and officers. "He don’t want to talk to
them!" Balki points out. "I don’t know what to say to him!"
Larry whines. "Well . . . maybe I think of something!" Balki offers.
"All right, go ahead," Larry agrees, "but be careful. One wrong
word and this man’s gonna jump!" "All right, I be careful,"
Balki promises, moving around Larry so that he’s closer to Frank, who backs
away nervously. "Frank?" Balki begins, then stops to think before
continuing, " . . . having a bad day?" Larry gives a pained look at
Balki’s remark.
The scene fades to morning and Larry,
Balki and Frank are sitting on the ledge looking at photos in Frank’s wallet.
The security guard is waiting sleepily at the window. "Oh, this is Frank
Jr.!" Frank explains, "He’s moving up from T-ball to Little League
this 
year. Oh, the kid’s a natural!" "Oh . . . I was a Cesarean
myself," Balki comments. "Now Frank, this doesn’t make any
sense," Larry remarks, "You have a wonderful family, you’re one of
the most respected journalists in the city, why would you even think of jumping
off a building?" "‘Cause I’m sick of it," Frank explains,
"I’ve been covering crime for twelve years. All I see all day are people
doing terrible things to each other . . . I can’t take it any more!"
"But Frank, if you jump you’d be doing something terrible to your
family," Balki points out, "Why don’t you just go home and hug your
wife and children and be glad that you’re not one of the terrible people that
you write about?"
Frank nods, looking at each of them.
"This is all so humiliating," he sighs, then adds, "Thanks for
staying out here with me." "You know, Frank, maybe you should get some
help," Larry suggests. "Cousin Larry’s right," Balki adds,
"You know, if you come out on this ledge again there’s a very good chance
we won’t be here." "Frank, what d’ya say we go in?" Larry
suggests. "In a minute," Frank says calmly, looking off into the
sunrise, "this is the first peaceful morning I’ve had in twelve
years." Larry and Balki wait 
patiently, also taking in the view.
Finally Balki and Larry return to the apartment, exhausted as they head for their bedrooms. "What a night!" Larry sighs. "I never, never want to go through that again!" Balki adds. "Well, I’ve learned my lesson," Larry states, "all I want is a warm bed, a soft pillow, and to put this night behind me! Goodnight, Balki." "Goodnight, Cousin," Balki offers. The two go into their separate bedrooms. Seconds later the sound of two alarm clocks sound from each room and both re-emerge, Larry carrying his clock which he switches off. "Morning, Balki," Larry offers tiredly. "Morning, Cousin," Balki sighs.
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