On the Other Hand, Death Page #2

I don't know if I'd

even recognize him now.

He's probably...

bald and... and chubby.

Hey, just calm down, okay?

- What, are you one of them, too?

- Not bald.

- Yeah, I'm one of them.

- Figures.

We understand this

is a difficult issue,

and we'll be taking the matter

under consideration.

Until then,

we'll be placing

Miss Fisher

- on paid leave.

- No way.

What?

This meeting is adjourned.

I need a drink.

They can't do that.

This... This is

discrimination, isn't it?

Yeah, they can, at least

until the investigation's over.

Andrew.

Tim. Hey.

- Hey. Nice to see you.

- Hey.

- This must be Don Strachey.

- Hehe, must be.

It's great to meet you.

I've heard

so much about you.

The lucky guy who made

an honest man out of Tim Callahan.

Oh, I'd like to think

it took a little bit of skill.

So, uh, this

is all horrible.

If it's

any consolation,

this...

this is just wrong.

Yeah, don't worry.

We've not yet begun to fight.

Andrew, I'm getting

awfully thirsty.

Dorothy, Edith,

this is Tim Callahan

and his partner

Don Strachey.

- Pleasure.

- Hi, Don. Good to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- Pleasure.

I wish it was under slightly

more pleasant circumstances.

Yeah.

I don't suppose

we're going to be particularly

delightful company

this evening,

but if you'd like

to come back to the house

with Andrew

for a drink...

Or ten.

I plan on having ten.

You guys game?

- Well...

- Yes.

I like what you've

done with the place.

It's sort of

urban chic.

Kind of a smart aleck,

aren't you?

A little bit.

Some of my best friends

are smart alecks.

Then we'll get along.

Cops catch

whoever did that?

Yeah.

Right.

You're in Hollis

right now, not Albany.

At least these days

we don't have to worry

that it was the police

that did it.

That's a waltz.

Oh, a martini should

always be shaken to a waltz.

You know, it's just

kids acting out.

Doesn't make it

any easier to read.

I can ask the senator

to look into it as well.

That'd be great.

I'm sure we can get

a letter of support

from the Trevor Project.

I'll even see

if Lambda Legal

wants to get involved.

Ooh, no, no.

Andrew, I really

appreciate it.

Thank you, but I can

fight my own battles.

You always have.

Make it easier, though,

if you weren't

always picking fights.

We don't pick

our fights, Edith.

They pick us.

And I have

no intention

of backing down

at all.

Well, if you weren't

so tough on me

when I was going

to school here,

I wouldn't be

half the man I am today.

You were Andrew's

guidance counselor.

Well, you...

you didn't really need

much guidance, did you?

Andrew always knew

exactly what he wanted.

You know,

Andrew was the one

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