All language subtitles for tfe01

Walter!

Is it true?
You found it.

Yeah, I always find
what I'm looking for.

It's back to nature,
like world turning and Internet porn.

I told you I'd give you 10 grand

to find it, and I meant it.

Leo takes care of the money.

I take care of the finding.

Can I tell my man John
it's a sure thing

he's gonna get
his favorite guitar back?

Sure thing on the sure thing.

When?

Come by the end of the earth
tomorrow night and pick it up.

Huh?
Oh!

I will. All right.

All right.
Positive, huh?

- You won't disappoint him.
- Yeah.

I got to swing by and pick it up.
Easy pie.

Ladies and gentlemen,
one of the greatest singer-songwriters,

and pop singers of all time...
Mr. John Fogerty.

Why am I here, Leo?

Because I saw a win-win
opportunity for all of us.

I'm gonna need my gun, aren't I?

Stop it!

Need some help!
I need some help!

Need some help!

Shoot him, Isabel.
Shoot him now!

U.S. Marshal.
Drop your weapon.

- Shoot him!
- Why? He dropped his weapon.

He killed my robot!

You're Sol Skelly...

No, I'm not.

Grand theft, bond jumping, escape.

Kiss the floor.
Keep your hands flat.

Does this make up for when
Walter got you suspended?

I'll let you know.

♪ Some folks are born
made to wave the flag ♪

♪ ooh, they're red, white, and blue ♪

♪ but when the band plays
"Hail to the Chief" ♪

♪ ooh, they point the Cannon at you ♪

♪ it ain't me, it ain't me

♪ I ain't no fortunate one

♪ yeah, some folks inherit
star-spangled eyes ♪

♪ ooh, they send you down to war ♪

♪ but when you ask them,
"how much should we give?" ♪

♪ oh, they only answer,
"more, more, more" ♪

♪ it ain't me, it ain't me

♪ I ain't no fortunate one

What's up?

Hey, a person.

Can you advise me, please,
is this looking glass key?

Unfortunately.
Great.

- I'm looking for end of the world bar.
- Ends of the earth.

Will you take me?

For 10 bucks, and you got to pedal.

Oh.

Never thought I'd see
this guitar again.

- Thanks for getting it back, Walter.
- Oh, yeah.

I figured someone
like you could afford

something that wasn't so battered.

Hey, man, a little respect.

All my songs are in that guitar.

Uh-huh. Yeah. Great.

Ooh, hey, can I keep that pick?

Souvenir.

All right.

I owe you one, boys.

See you, John.

This is Cooper.

His car broke down near that place
where cars always break down.

Nice haircut.
Military school?

Yes, sir.
Bowen Point.

I'm looking for Major Walter Sherman.

You going to military school
in the fall? West point?

Ah, no.
Air Force Academy?

How did you know?

You got that annoying flyboy squint.

Save yourself the aggravation
and get out some I.D.

In 1999, my father
Lt. Colonel Nick Allison

was shot down behind
enemy lines in Kosovo.

Major Sherman got him back safe.

This used to be Major Sherman.
Now he's just Walter.

It's a privilege to make
your acquaintance, sir. Cooper Allison.

He conveniently lost his wallet.

I can't find my wallet, sir.

Then why should I believe
you are who you say you are?

What?

You stole my wallet?

You probably dropped it,

and Willa kind enough
to pick it up for you.

My father retired from
the air force two years ago.

Last year, he crashed a private
plane into the Fakahatchee swamp.

FAA, NTSB, a whole lot

of volunteer military pilots
executed a search.

No luck, so they stopped looking.

We're sorry for your loss.

You want me to find
what's left of him?

Because there won't be much.

My father is a war hero, sir.

He deserves to be buried in
Arlington national cemetery.

How much do you charge?

Leo takes care of that.

I have $1,000 cash.

I can give you the rest over time.

Air force academy is the most
prestigious college in the country.

Why aren't you happier?

Walter, boy lost his father.

The military is good at fighting,

but they approach everything
in a rigid manner...

Shock and awe.

I do things differently,

which is why I'm
no longer in the military.

One of the reasons.
Details unimportant.

What's down there?

His vault.
Walter is not really a bank guy.

Go turn the grill on.
This young man looks hungry.

Now, the trouble is, I usually find

more than what people want.

Sometimes it's best for everybody

if I just turn the job down.

Well, I apologize for
wasting your time, sir.

Kid, wait.

I remember your old man.

He's a good pilot.

No way it's as simple
as him crashing in the swamp,

but don't say I didn't
warn you about finding

more than you bargained for.

I got a trailer out back.

You can crash
until Walter finds your father.

Sir?

Walter took the job.

I'll find him, or I'll die trying.

There's no turning back.

The NTSB report said Allison took off

from key dismal airfield
in his vintage twin beech.

That's a nice old plane.

You did right taking this job.
That's a good boy.

The trouble With always
seeing the best in people

is, it makes you miss
the rest of people...

That is some awful piece of poetry.

To Wit, Willa is going to run away.

If she runs and gets caught,
it's back to juvie.

She'll be ruined.

You got a lot of faith to
think she isn't ruined already.

I've had my time as a ruined man.

That didn't stop you
from having faith.

That's because I think you're the one of
the finest men who ever lived,

tied with Jesus and Cal Ripen Jr.

Thank you.

I know how much you
love Cal Ripen Jr.

Why do you think
Willa is going to run?

6 weeks at the ends of the earth,

she still hasn't
spruced up her trailer.

Damn.

Well, look at the bright side.

This is Florida.

There's a bottomless supply of sociopathic
little criminals to break your heart.

Well, here you go.

Like I told the NTSB investigators,

Allison landed, he refueled,

argued with some guy at the pump,
then he took off.

Argued with what guy?

I never found out, and, well,

I never got any kind
of good look at him.

Allison, he took off in a hurry

because there was bad weather
coming in from the Gulf.

Uh...

Hey, what is he doing?

Leo, how busy does that
flight log make this airfield?

Average 3 to 5
up-and-downs per weekday,

double that on weekends.

Look at all these skid marks.

You stupid or a crook?

I don't follow you.

There's your answer, Walter.

I found the plane already.

Ha ha ha!
The hell you did.

Yeah. Pilot's son
hired me, right, Leo?

Uh-huh.

Anybody wants to discuss it,
I can be found at the ends of the earth.

I don't even know what that is.

It's a drinking establishment
on looking glass key.

Why'd you tell him
you found the plane?

I want to find out if anyone besides
Cooper Allison has an interest.

So this obsession with your dad,

is it, like, one of those things

where you don't get the insurance
unless they find his body?

Were you brought up by wolves?

Well, kind of. Yeah.

My parents were murdered in Atlanta.

I bounced around after that...

Foster care, sad story,
blah, blah, blah.

I apologize.

Oh, crap, my probation officer.

Be cool.

Are you still here, Willa?

You drove all the way from key
west to check on me, Ms. Farrel?

That is so sweet.

What's your name?

Cooper Allison, ma'am.

Is that your car?

Yes, ma'am.

Hmm. Do you have any
warrants out for your arrest?

Are you currently
on probation or parole?

No, ma'am.

She's hoping you're a felon
so she can bust me for consorting.

I brought him a sandwich

as part of my court-ordered job.

Wow, she hates you.

It's her dried up old mission
to put me back in juvie.

Get in. Hurry up.
Come on.

If I get made because of you guys,
I will shoot you.

Oh, won't that interfere
with your career trajectory?

Are you mocking me?

What are you staking out?

Incarcerated armed robber

faked appendicitis two days ago.

He's in there betting on cockfights.

Why don't you just go in and get him?

Sorry.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm hot,

like smoking hot.

Come on.
He'd see me way before I'd see him.

- I'll flush him out for you.
- Wait, Walter.

There's, like, 60 guys in there.

You're gonna need a photo of him.

I'll just look for the guy
who escaped jail two days ago.

How will we know which one is him?

Trust me, you'll know.

Hee hee hee!

All right.

What does Walter want in return

for handing over
my cock-fighting fugitive?

Any information you can dig up
regarding criminal activities

at key dismal airfield last year.

He's getting worse.

He's not getting worse.

He quit going to his V.A. shrink.

Walter doesn't need a shrink.

Yes, he does.

Walter has brain damage.

Look. I love him.

I really do... not literally, you know,

in the way that people say that

about people they really care about.

Look. His compulsion
to find is not natural.

It's supernatural.

It's a gift, I'm proud
to be part of it.

And what happens when
he can't find something?

You know what I think happens?

I think he runs himself to
death like a bloodhound.

Is that something you'll be proud of?

Walter found me in time to prevent me

from killing a man in cold blood.

In return, I will give up
my life to help him.

Oh, God, what did Walter do now?

Which one is my guy?

I'm guessing the one
covered in fluorescent paint.

U.S. Marshal.
On your knees.

Hands behind your head.

I was right?

Key dismal airfield is
being used to smuggle drugs?

Definitely.

Last year, that airfield
was the focus of the DEA,

FBI, and the Armed Criminal
Investigation Task Force Investigation.

Military police.
My peeps.

Ex-peeps.

Get this.

The task force was disbanded

two days after
the boy's father disappeared

and not a single arrest.

You've been a part of task forces.

What makes them fall apart?

Bad public relations.

I have a theory.

Boy's father was working
undercover for the military.

He disappears, and
the task force is kaput,

and now the boy is an orphan.

Undercover as a drug smuggler, huh?

That scans.

What is this, by the way?

Because it is not pork.

It's not really wine, either.

I would like to formally thank you

for delivering orange man.

I got a letter of
commendation in my file.

Here's to your continuing mission

to apprehend evildoers everywhere.

Mm, God, if I have
another one of these,

I'm gonna have to spend the night.

Allow me.
Ha ha!

That's good.
That's good. Oh!

OK. Just pump it once
and then give her again.

Aah!

Ow!

Oh!

Stop it!

Where are the drugs?

Stop it! Stop it!
Stop yelping, bitch,

or I'm gonna shoot your
boyfriend in the head.

Shoot the girl.
Then we ask him again.

U.S. Marshal.
Drop your weapon.

Excuse me, Isabel!

Willa was brave.

That guy was gonna shoot her.
She just spat at him.

She's tough.
That's for sure.

I guess that's what happens
when your parents get murdered.

Ha ha ha!
Willa's mom lives in Alaska.

She's never been in foster care?

Willa has got buckets of family.

The only reason she's here

is because the court decided
she needed a change of environment.

I must have misunderstood.

Hello, boys.

You sure you don't need
to go to the hospital?

That's a good decision.

He'd just end up in one
of their infection studies.

Sheriff get anything
out of the attackers?

The one who is still capable
of speech won't say anything.

The one that got hit by a truck
can't say anything.

No. That wasn't a truck.
That was Leo.

Hey, what did they want?

They just asked me
where the drugs are.

Bingo. Shazzam.
That guy at the airfield.

The plane had a cargo,
and the cargo was drugs.

Whoa, you think
my dad was flying drugs?

Undercover is our working theory.

Am I to understand this right?
You made this happen?

Walter might have
implied an inference.

You told a lie that almost got
Cooper and Willa killed.

When the bad guys wake up,
I need to know who they're working for.

Unbelievable.

Wait. What? Whoa, whoa!
You're leaving?

You're lucky I don't arrest you
for reckless endangerment.

Sure is a lot of action around here.

Not for Walter, it isn't.

Ha ha!
Ha ha ha!

Is that funny?

Whoa! Jumpy.

What's wrong with you?

I've already been snuck up
on tonight, Timo.

I almost got killed by two hit-men

in orange track suits.

Nefarious.
How'd you escape?

The military boy saved me.

There's nothing sadder than a gypsy
girl falling for a gaje boy.

It's star-crossed.
You familiar with the term?

It's like Romeo and Juliet.

Shut up, Timo, and listen to me, OK?

I got to get out of here.

- Because of the orange tracksuit guys?
- No.

Because of the fact
that my probation officer

is looking for any excuse
to jam me back in juvie,

and you know what?

She'll find it.
Yes.

She will, and I'm no use
to the family in jail.

You got to tell Uncle Shadrack
that I need a new name,

cut my hair, dye it red,

and I'm back in the world
making money for the family.

If this is some dodge to get
you sent back to your mom,

it won't work.

I know my place, Timo.

Will you ask Uncle shad
to help me, or not?

Hey, Willa!

Pick this place clean
before you leave.

Uncle shad, he'll do you a favor,

but you got to pay for it.

Willa!

You OK?
Sure. How's Cooper?

Kid is tough.
Yeah.

He kept going at them,
never backed down.

He said the same about you.

What's this?

Little something I picked up for you,

cheer up your trailer.

You know, music is well said
to be the speech of angels.

Two eggs, toast, bacon.

See what I mean?
Bad attitude.

She does that because she thinks
you want her back in jail.

Jail is exactly where she belongs.

8 years old,

she's selling candy
for fake charities.

11, she's a stowaway on cruise ships,
robbing passengers.

13, she and her mom are selling
bogus native art to tourists.

15, she gets caught stealing
credit cards from senior citizens,

so her mom farms her out to
some relatives here in Miami,

where she promptly boosts
$10,000 worth of diamonds

from a mom-and-pop jewelry store,

during which pop has a heart attack,

at which point, she
becomes my problem.

She's from
a family of criminals.

It's the way she was raised.

Mr. Knox, you seem
like a very good man,

but Willa Monday is a sociopath.

If I could interject...

Willa works really hard.

That's all you got?
"Willa works hard"?

Working is a condition
of her probation,

but she works
really hard for crap pay.

That's true.
Why?

She wants Leo to like her.

So Willa wanting someone
to like her, by definition,

means she's not a sociopath.

She's redeemable.
Like a coupon.

Willa has a great heart.

Well, let's not get
all squishy on the issue.

All right. Let's go.
Enjoy your eggs.

Look. Just think about
cutting the girl some slack.

Anything you need, tell Willa.
It's on the house.

Identification, please.

I thought you said Major Royce?

Please state your business, sir.

Enter Major Walter Sherman
into your computer there,

16th military police brigade.

When I got busted down
from Major, it was to Captain.

Busted to second lieutenant,
what did that take,

sleeping with your
commanding officer's wife?

Daughter? Twin daughters?

Twin sons?

Two purple hearts, silver star,

bronze star,
distinguished service cross,

Bosnia, Afghanistan, Iraq,

loaned out to the CIA.

Please. Walter is a modest man.
You're embarrassing him.

Park your bike, Major Sherman.

Come on in out of the heat.

So you working for the CIA now?

Well, that's not the kind of question

that gets answered truthfully,
so why even ask?

Because I'm trying to reason out

why I should even talk to you.

Walter has connections.

He can get your career back.

All right.

The task force was formed

to interdict illegal drugs
coming onto military bases.

Our target was Amadea Donaris.

What, is that Latin?

It's the name
of the drug distributor.

She using private planes.

Any of those private planes piloted

by a retired air force
colonel named Allison?

Scenario number one...

Colonel Allison
was working undercover.

Allison vanishes, you get the blame.

Scenario number two...

Allison was smuggling drugs,
but you warned him.

Good deed for a decorated vet,
foolish but understandable.

So which one is it?
Just give me a sign.

Sneeze for one, cough for two.

You're not working for anybody.

You can't do anything for me.

You got your brain
waxed by an explosion,

discharged as a sponge.

Thanks for the confirmation.

I didn't confirm anything.

If Allison was a good guy,
you say something sad,

like, "there's more than one way
to serve your country."

Allison was a bad guy,
you threw away your career for nothing,

you get angry.

"Brain-waxed sponge." That's angry.

Cooper's father
wasn't working undercover?

He was a drug mule?

It explains why nobody
found his crashed plane.

Not to me.

Allison flew north for 10 minutes

before his transponder went
dead and he fell off the radar.

Yeah, into the gigantic
and trackless Fakahatchee swamp.

Which is exactly
where nobody found him.

You think he turned off his own
transponder and ducked below radar.

What I need to know
is which way Allison flew

after he bollixed his transponder.

Oh, boy.
What?

Walter wants to
interview the big, bad

- who sent goons after Cooper.
- Yeah.

That's gonna be a little problem.
The goons ain't talking.

Did you ask them in a forceful
tone that brooked no argument?

Somebody pumped heroin
into their I.V. Bags last night.

Both of them are khh!

Ha ha ha! Khh!

Luckily, Walter already got big,
bad's name

from the army.

OK. Who is it?

Amadea Donaris.

Any idea where she hangs out?

Donaris.

She sucks.

That woman has killed
at least 3 witnesses

while under the protection
of the U.S. Marshals.

We hate her.

OK.
That was good. Oh!

This is usually where you tell Walter

to let you do all the talking.

I'm gonna let Walter
talk his fool head off.

If she kills him,
give me an excuse to shoot her.

A U.S. Marshal, a lawyer, and...

What are you, some kind of handyman?

Why isn't anyone talking
or producing a warrant

or calling in
a SWAT team or something?

This is boring.
I'm bored.

I am deputy U.S. Marshal Isabel...

I know that part.
You're a baby-sitter with a gun.

Swear to God, the next time

the Marshals are protecting
a material witness,

I hope you try to kill him

because I'll be the baby-sitter
you're gonna have to get by

to get to him.

Why did you bring
your gardener with you?

I'm looking for Nick Allison.

Do I know him?

Two gentlemen in track suits

came after his boy last night,

and when they failed,
you killed them.

Hmm.

Let's say they were sent to
fetch the cargo on that plane.

Peanuts.
Peanuts.

All I want is the pilot's remains.

You can have all the...

- Peanuts...
- Back.

Walter, how are you gonna find my...

Peanuts.

Yeah.
We all get it, all right?

Where was Allison
supposed to take them?

After the earthquake in Haiti,

the black market in peanuts

went through the roof
in the Dominican Republic,

the reason being
that there were thousands

upon thousands of amputations

with nothing to take the edge
off after the operation.

Amputees were dropping like flies.

Single peanut could fetch 50 bucks.

These are just the idle
observations of somebody

with an avid interest in
geopolitical disaster

and legumes.

In regards to your trumpet playing,

tongue through the teeth,
tip on top of the lower lip,

and... this is crucial now; Ready?...

Smile, then blow.

Smart.

Have the Captain pass
close enough to shore.

Close enough for what?

I do not appreciate the ocean.

I tend to sink.

No way my dad smuggled drugs.

Actually, there's
no way that he didn't.

What Walter does, Cooper,
isn't elegant.

His mind finds lines,
connections, and links

that most people don't see...

Or won't see.

But he always finds
what he's looking for.

Always?
Always.

Truth is,
your father was muling drugs.

Think a Major from
the military police

warned your father he was
about to get arrested.

Your old man hightailed
it out of dodge.

What? This part is new.

Wait. What do you mean hightailed it?

He ran for the border.

You think my dad is still alive?

Yeah.
That's good news.

Why aren't you happy?

You just told the boy
his father abandoned him.

I want you to stop
looking for my dad.

I'll leave tomorrow morning,
if that's all right with you, sir?

Thank you for your effort,
Major Sherman,

but you don't understand
what I'm looking for.

What?

What the hell was that?

Microwave oven.

I can't seem to get away
from the damn things.

Why are you dreaming about me?

Your son wanted me to find you.

Oh, my fault.

I told him how you tracked me down

behind enemy lines in Kosovo,
brought me home safe.

It was his favorite story.

Incoming.

Jeez!

You don't have to duck.
They can't do any real damage.

I've been dealing with
the damn things my whole career.

I remember you broke your neck.

You hit the ground
at a high velocity,

something has got to give.

How's my boy?

He fired me, but I'm still
going to find you.

Just like you did when
I got shot down over Kosovo.

That's what you want me to think,

that you crashed again.

Of course I crashed.

Think back when you were carrying me,

that Serb Unit tracking us,
our conversation.

All these years later,
nothing has changed.

I love my son more than anything.

Incoming.

Were you sleeping?
No.

Can I come in?

Not a chance.

Are you gay?

We can go with that if
it makes you feel better.

You like lies.

Willa, you didn't have to lie.

You just did because
that's what you do.

Wow, swing and a miss.

Reason why?

Cooper is the cream
that rises to the top.

Your type is the crud

that sinks to the bottom
of the barrel.

You are damaging my self-esteem.

Here's a thought.

You could always change
into the kind of person

that deserves a guy like Cooper.

You know, it's pervy sneaking around

at night spying on teenagers, right?

I'm not sneaking around.

I got something to show Leo.

Come if you want.

Allison has got
a planeload of oxycodone

worth $50 a pop
in the Dominican black market.

He's refueling.

Major Royce, in a misguided
spirit of military brotherhood,

warns Allison
the task force is on his ass.

They argue because
Royce wants Allison

to dump the drugs and run,
but Allison intends

to make his delivery
to the Dominican Republic.

Where are you getting this stuff?

I use all the latest technology
and computer models

to generate multiple
mathematical scenarios.

Now, Allison heads north,

appears on the big
military radar at Pensacola,

rising to 3,000 feet,
and then he turns east.

Yeah, over
the Fakahatchee swamp.

His transponder ceases to transpond.

He disappears
from the military radar.

Everyone assumes he
goes into the swamp.

But he didn't.

Maybe he keeps going east,
classic fake-out.

That's what I'd do.

He keeps heading that direction,
the military radar picks him up

within 20 clicks,
no matter how low he flies.

West.

Microwave ovens cover
an average of 120 degrees.

Microwave ovens?

It's a metaphor.

The air force is paranoid
about the coastal wind farms

messing up the radars.

So they crank them up to 10
at the naval air station

Kingsville and Belle Chase, Louisiana.

That leaves the Gulf.

Aerostat radar suspended
at 15,000 feet

from balloons tethered
to coast guard ships.

The man had nowhere to go.

Except the Aerostats
have to come down in high winds.

Allison flew directly into the storm

just as the Aerostats
were pulled down.

The man was a warthog driver.

It's second nature for him
to avoid microwave ovens.

Headed straight to
the Dominican Republic.

So, what, you're gonna
look for him on the beach?

Nope. He crashed.

Man loved his son.
It's a factor.

If he were alive,
he'd have gotten in contact with Cooper.

So where is he?

Ten thousand islands.

We leave at dawn.

What changed his mind?

Sometimes Walter
goes to bed thinking one way,

wakes up thinking another.

Chop-chop boys.
Let's get a wiggle on.

- You think my father is dead, after all?
- I do.

What made you change your mind?

Something I remembered.

First time I went to get your old man

when he got ack-acked in Kosovo,

had a busted ankle,
broken ribs, broken neck...

Messed up, but he just kept moving.

Tough guy.
He's motivated.

He must have been in incredible pain,

but he just kept saying,

"I promised my son I'd come home."

Dad always said it was that promise
that got him home alive.

Hmm, actually, it was me
who got him home alive,

but the point is,
he would never abandon you.

Therefore, dead.

Now what?

We wait here for Walter to
find what he's looking for.

♪ city sinking
as the sky goes black ♪

♪ seen a better time, turn my back ♪

♪ city swaying
as the air grows cold ♪

♪ everybody trying to lose control ♪

♪ well, if you want
a little company ♪

♪ don't you know, never count on me ♪

It's been my dream to go to
the academy since I was a kid.

Family tradition?

Well, my father never
pressured me to follow him.

There are different kinds
of pressure.

Dad's pressure went the other way.

The man fought in wars.

Maybe he didn't want
the same for his son.

No, sir.

My dad thought that
serving his country

was the highest calling
a man could answer.

So do I.

In my opinion,

my dad thought I didn't
have what it takes.

So finding his remains,

maybe it's your last way
to prove something to him?

You were attacked by men with guns,

and you didn't flinch,

and now you're facing the possibility

that your father isn't
the man you thought.

That takes a different
kind of courage.

If your father suspected
a tenth of who you are,

then he died proud of his son.

Hold on a second. I got something.

I'm coming around.

It's my dad's plane.
How can you tell?

N number.
N9748c.

Cooper, found your father.

You don't have to do this part.

There's nothing good in it for you.

That's you and your dad?

Bingo.

He was transporting drugs.

Yeah, but not the way we thought.

He wasn't selling pills
on the black market.

He was taking them to where
they're needed most...

Field hospitals in Haiti.

I'm taking one of these boxes.

I'm taking this back to the van.

62 bucks?

What did you expect?
The place is a dump.

Uncle Shadrack is not
gonna be impressed.

Come on. Let's go.

Timo...

Walter has this underground vault.

A vault?

And you just mention this now?

Well, it's locked with this kind of...

There's no combination,
and you can't pick it.

It's locked.

It just seems wrong to leave a vault,

and what will we tell Uncle shad?

I guess I could hang around here

till I figure out how to get in.

Attagirl.

It was a crash landing.

I understand you're the pilot's son.

Your father left you a note.

It's in his flight book.

He was holding it in his lap.

He survived the crash?

Sir...

What caused this?

Officially, it's too early
in the investigation

to be certain, but off the record,

his fuel was contaminated.

Completely off the record,
it wasn't an accident.

"I'm not in pain,
but my legs are pinned,

"and I'm bleeding...
The bad kind, on the inside.

"I don't think your old man
is gonna get out of this one,

"so I'll get to the point.

"You are the finest son
a man could hope for...

"And my biggest worry in life

"is that you did too much
to make me proud,

"following in my footsteps
to show that you loved me.

"You don't have to do that.

"You can do anything, Cooper.

"You can be anything,
and the best thing

that I got to do in this life
was be your father."

Thank you for finding my father.

You're welcome.

So you're sure Royce
sabotaged the plane

by contaminating the fuel?

Yeah. I am.

Royce approached Allison for a cut.

Big mistake.

Allison bought those drugs
with his own money

and was giving them away for free.

There was no cut.

Allison told Royce
he was gonna turn him in.

I found Royce's insignia
in the wreck.

They struggled, and Allison

ripped this off his uniform as proof.

Coolant in the av-gas.

Royce might as well
have planted a bomb.

Lieutenant Royce
wanted a cut so badly,

I think we should give it to him.

Extra bonus, the cops trace the drugs

back to the source... Donaris.

Royce flips on Donaris,

and Isabel gets her revenge.

It's not perfect,

but it's the best we can do.

You know, you were
wrong about Cooper.

All he ever wanted to do was
go to the air force academy.

No. I was right.
He's plagued by doubt.

You got a funny way of
looking at right and wrong.

That's why I got you, pal.

You were wrong about Willa, too.

All she needed was a reason to stay.

Yeah.

She found some reason to stay.
That's for sure.