Woohoo! It's time for the judge to declare a winner in this stupid, stupid placebo case. The judge says that even though the use of placebos are effective, this was fraud and he misrepresented the pills. The judge says that Kendall has to pay everyone back their money and that, the next time this happens, he won't leave the courtroom with his medical license. Case dismissed. Kendall thanks Ed for causing all these arthritis sufferers great pain and agony. Harry gingerly rubs his shoulder and announces that justice is a bitch.
Back at the alley, the old bowler guys finally show up. Hank hits on Carol, and Carol politely blows him off the way she blew off Molly, except with less mean-spirited vulgarities. The song "Just A Gigolo" starts playing as we watch these old fogies bowl. Each one of them sucks. My dead grandmother could do better with a catapult strapped to her deteriorated arm than these guys are doing. Ed and Carol are poring over the old guy's scrapbooks and find an old picture of the guys when they were teenagers more than fifty years ago. A lightbulb goes off over Ed's head and he stares off into space.
Yet another City Council meeting. Ed's back, and the council isn't impressed. Ed still wants landmark status and says that the bowling alley is significant because of...the people. Ed has something he wants them all to see. He instructs Carol to lift up her blouse, she shows off her eleven-year-old boy's chest, everyone faints, Ed rushes around and brings them all back to consciousness, and then pulls out a videotape. It shows images from the old guy's scrapbooks, pictures from Big Rudy's files, and music that would melt anyone's hearts. There's an interview with the old guys reminiscing about the bowling alley and all the people who have owned the bowling alley over the years. I swear...I'm a jaded old bastard, but this tape even had me all gooey-eyed. Damn Ed. Damn Ed straight to hell. The video ends, and Ed flashes that boyishly charming smile and says, "Come on." The City Council looks at him in amused silence.
Ed is removing a plaque on the front of the Stuckey Bowl that has given the alley Landmark Status. Woohoo! I dance in my chair, which my wife deciphers as a bad case of hemorrhoids. Nope, I'm just happy for Ed and the Stuckey Bowl. Ed thanks everyone in attendance for what they've done and hopes that in fifty years, they could all meet there again. Now then...champagne for everyone. Woohoo! I get excited and rush over to the TV screen for my free glass of champagne before I realize once again, it's only a television show. Dammit! I sure get caught up in storylines sometimes.