Mr. Burns sits on a bench in a dark sweater and trousers in a bare room, with his hands resting on his knees and his expression weary

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, very thin, stooped old man with a hooked nose and grey hair at the sides, sits on a bench in a dark sweater and trousers in a bare room, with his hands resting on his knees and his expression weary. In the following frames Homer, in a white shirt, grips the bars of a holding cell, looking anxious and then startled, while beside him stand three uniformed police officers, one of them the fat police chief Chief Wiggum with his mouth open and another with a dark moustache. Homer's face turns from grim concentration to wide-eyed alarm as he presses against the bars, and the officers look on with flat, unimpressed expressions.

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