All language subtitles for Nash Bridges s05e11 Rip Off

Man, oh, man. Tomas, you are an artist.
Thank you. I have a joke. I have a joke.

You know,

Thomas, I'm not big on jokes. No, no,
no.

You're going to love this joke. It's
funny, very funny.

So, say, mommy puller bear.

Yes, my mommy was puller bear.

Then she says, how about your daddy? Was
daddy mommy puller bear?

I get it. I get it. That's funny. That's
funny. My grandparents, daddy's

grandparents.

Okay.

We just got a silent alarm from Brinson

Coins, Jackson and Pine. I say we go out
on a limb. I bet it's our boy Vesper.

I hope you're right.

Come on, guys.

Them bastards got my money. Don't worry
about it.

Where you going, Bubba? They use
cigarettes for money.

You ready for a little Ripley's?

Vesper's story might actually be true.

It's axiomatic of police work, Harv.

Truth is stranger than fiction.

So do our coin collectors, I have to
say. Well, that's the thing. They

that Vesper's crew had an altercation
outside with several other boys in ski

masks. So Vesper did all the work and
somebody else got all the goodies?

No wonder he's indignant. I'd be pissed.

I told you, man, you can't hold me. I
didn't feel anything.

Look, there's no loopholes in the law
for being dumb enough to get jacked at

your own robbery, that's for sure.

Justice, you're guilty.

No, I don't think so.

Can you check with somebody?

Uh, yeah, just a second. Um, Nash?

Guilty. Oh, sorry, guilty.

What is the matter with you, Ernie?

Is there nobody home up there? What's
going on with you?

What's he doing?

I think he's going to cry, boss.

Oh, gee.

Look, man, I'm sorry. I've been under a
lot of stress lately, okay?

Okay, what do you offer?

What am I offering?

Well, I'll tell you what I'm offering.

Zippo? Nothing.

Ernie, we caught you red -handed. You're
going to jail.

The only question is, are the guys that
rip you off going to jail with you? The

guys who ripped me off are the ones that
y 'all should be going after.

Are we speaking French here?

That's what we're trying to do, Ernie.
You help us. We help you. Everybody goes

to jail.

It's not that hard. I still don't get
why you busted my chop.

Listen very carefully, man.

One of your nimrods tipped off the other
bad guys. We don't know which one until

we interview them all.

Get it?

This is a trick, isn't it?

Because I really don't think I can be
charged with anything.

I think you need to check whatever
manuals you got, because I'm pretty sure

right about this.

I don't have no stolen goods.

Check his pulse.

What a moron.

I know, huh?

Expect a higher degree of
professionalism from these geeks.

All right, get him a lawyer. Let
somebody else explain it to him. In the

meantime, step up the house around the
coin shop, just in case Ernie doesn't

come through. I'll rally the troops.

We've got to meet with our new client in
25 minutes.

I want you to use Evan on this.

Evan? Evan Cortez? Mm -hmm.

His suspension is almost up, and I got
to make a decision on him in the next

couple of days.

Which way are you leaning?

I don't know.

He hasn't been showing up for his
psychiatric appointments or his anger

management class.

I kind of like to know what he's trying
to tell us, or if he knows what he's

trying to tell us.

So how's the detective gig going to
help?

Get him in the field, see what's going
on in his head.

Oh, that's cool.

He'll probably use the work. Yeah.

Keep me posted, huh?

He's not going to be happy about this.

What?

What the hell is that?

What the?

No, no, no, no. What is this? How the
hell did that get on there?

This is fresh, man. It just happened.

You mean out of the 50 -some -odd cops
that work on this dock, nobody witnessed

anything?

Hello?

Hey, I got some solvent in my trunk.
Take this right off. No, sir. You leave

that right there. That's evidence,
mister.

I'm going to find the bastard that did
this, and I'm going to get him to tell

what was in his head when he was messing
up my car like this, and then he's

going to take it off. And if I have to
repaint the damn thing, he's paying for

it.

The longer you leave it on here, the
harder it's going to be to get off. You

know something?

I don't get it. Does no one have any
respect for anything anymore? That is a

kuda.

Boss, uni search party may have
unearthed one of our robbery suspects.

You all right?

No.

Hey, boy, what you got?

Janitor saw a guy climb inside.

Description matches one of the suspects
from the coin store robbery.

Guy's been complaining about being
stuck.

Good.

Anybody home?

Get me out of here. Help!

Yeah, we can discuss that, but I need a
little information first.

Okay. What?

happens to be Inspector Lee.

I'm with the SFPD.

Would you like to tell me what the hell
you're doing in there?

I'm running out of air.

Well, you better hurry up. Tell me your
name.

My name's Mickey.

Mickey? As in mouse?

Or are you just like a rat who likes to
scavenge in the trash?

Come on, man. This isn't funny.

I thought that was funny.

Well, listen, Mickey Rat, I want to help
you out of there, but you gotta promise

that you'll help me find your other
Mises.

What means this?

The ones who helped you rob Brinson's
coin shop this morning, you mook?

Okay,

okay, okay, okay, okay!

Okay.

Look, shouldn't I be talking to a lawyer
about this?

McCain.

Chance first. No guns. No sudden
movements. Got it? No problem. I just

get out of here. I'm running out of air.

Yeah, that's a good little rat.

Approach by hand.

Yeah.

Come on in, Chuck.

Hey, man, what's up? I've been calling.
Nobody answers.

Damn. Get some light in here, man.

Put a window or something. Jeez.

Damn.

Can't you see I'm in the middle of
something here?

Oh, yeah, I can see that.

Hey, uh, what's going on, dude?

Stop going to counseling? You're
supposed to fulfill that requirement.

That's a TV in the middle of the day,
man. Come on.

You're talking about my feelings isn't
going to make me a better cop, is it?

Hey, do you want to come back to the
SIU?

I mean, do you even want to be a cop
anymore?

You know that I do. Well, then start
acting like one.

All right, look.

I got a detective gig and I need some
help. You up for it?

Does Nash know about this?

No, it was his idea.

Yeah, okay, whatever.

I just want to see this verdict, all
right? You see this guy right here? Hey!

Get your ass in the shower. We're late.

Knucklehead?

All right, okay.

So, what can we do for you?

I found this two days ago on my porch.

May I?

Sure.

There's 40 grand in there.

Well, five years ago, my oldest son,
Frank Jr., was kidnapped.

And that's the exact amount of ransom
that I paid.

And Frank Jr.? I never saw him again.

What did the police say?

There's no trace of him. No body.

The police never got a line on the
kidnappers.

And what exactly do you want us to do?

I want to find some answers.

I want to find out where that money came
from and what it has to do with my son.

Just to be very clear, our police work
is separate from our detective work. If

had wanted the police, I would have gone
to them.

Well, you got us.

Thank you very much. We'll be in touch.

Okay, you ready to do this?

Yeah, yeah, I guess so.

It'll be fine, man.

Look, get the serial numbers off this
money, see if they're traceable, okay?

Get a copy of the casebook and look
through it, see if there's anything they

overlooked that we could use.

Okay, boss.

Should we go now?

Be a good time, yeah.

So how did he seem?

He's on board.

That's not a ringing endorsement.

Let's wait till he gets up to speed.
He's been out a while.

All right, fine.

You know, I admit it. I'm rooting for
the guy.

Me too, Joe.

Julius, you're jamming me up here, bro.

All right? You keep jumping the gun on
the notes.

I need your strength here. Get your
praise on.

Yeah, all right.

All right, harmony.

Harmony is the key.

Amen, brother.

All right, ten minutes.

Ten minutes, everyone.

And I don't mean no, no, no 20, no, no
15.

What you guys doing in my house, Jesus?
No, man, this is God's house.

And we came to talk to you, Brother Boz.

You're in the right place, then.

Come with me.

Come on, now, this is my day off. I try
to replenish my soul, if you know what

I'm saying. I had no idea you were a
spiritual man, Boz.

Devotion is my first emotion, you know
what I'm saying?

Sorry to trouble you, this is an
emergency.

Out here.

Check this out.

Holy mother of God!

Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction.

Level 101 to 5, your will.

I'm going to defile his face as soon as
I catch him.

You used to be a tagger, weren't you?

Most of the time I said stop.

That's an accusation of the alleged
variety.

Come again?

Cut the crap, boss.

Where is he?

Click, click, click, click, click,
click. Level 101, level 101.

My mental Rolodex is already in motion.

Well, let me know when it stops.

We've been on the Vespers crew for, what
would you say, Caitlin, about six

months? Something like that.

How is it, Mickey, that you've never
pinged our radar?

Don't answer that.

My client doesn't utter another word
until we hear the magic words from you.

they better include the noun deal.

We might be able to knock it down to
accessory with mitigating circumstances

maybe let him take a walk on the
conspiracy innovating. Might.

We have to clear it with our captain
first. I'm not sure he's in the mood

to give anybody a deal.

Mr. Gamble's a double striker.

One whiff of a felony and it's auto lock
for life.

Uh -huh. So what were you thinking?

Full immunity.

All charges.

Forget it. When cows fly.

My client's small potatoes. He means
nothing to you. Bust him loose and you

the guys you've been after for six
months.

Your client was driving the getaway car.

He jumped out of it and ran.

A little bit of something is better than
a lot of nothing. We're keeping him.

You think Bridges is going to be happy
with this minnow?

And he can catch a whole school of
sharks?

Yeah, whatever he said.

What's he asking for?

Go around.

Like an immunity.

What do we get?

Vesper's crew.

All right, make the deal. But we keep
Mickey until we have everybody else in

custody. Right.

Okay.

You give us the rest of Vesper's crew,
you can walk. But only after we got him

in our hands.

We can live with that.

Hey.

Thanks.

Don't thank me.

If it were up to me, you wouldn't be
going anywhere.

I'm thinking antiseptic, man.

She better not be a rabies.

Hey, get a muzzle on her.

Judge.

Found out who our hungry house guest is.
The lovely Miss Brenda Valdez, who

happens to be married to a degenerate
named Rocco Valdez.

That's his picture there.

And some brew.

Isn't he, though, well -known to our
brothers in blue, too? Aggravated

armed robbery, possession. Runs a crew
of guys out of Hunter's Point?

So she's married to Rocco, but she's
shacking up with one of Vespa's gang?

No wonder she wasn't delighted to see
us, Joe.

I think we found a missing link.

Brenda, look, we know we've got you in a
delicate position here.

We don't want to cause problems between
you and your husband.

What do you mean?

Come on, Brenda.

What's Rocco going to think when he
finds out you've been shacking up with

Vespa's cousin, the number two man in
his crew?

You'd tell him?

That's not a police responsibility.

You talk to us, we don't talk to him.
How about that?

Come on, Brenda, you told Rocco the
Vespas crew was going to knock over the

store, didn't you?

Are you crazy?

How would I know that unless he knew I
was, you know... So you're saying you're

not the link?

Your husband's not knocking off other
crews?

I didn't say Rocco wasn't a thief.

So what's Rocco got cooking?

I heard something about a jewelry store
in Harrison.

When?

Soon.

He doesn't tell me everything.

I guess that kind of works both ways
with you guys, huh?

That's right.

And that's all I know.

Well, that's enough.

Joe, Harvey.

According to his dead -hopping missus,
Rocco's got something in the works here.

Ooh, let's put an eye on Rocco. That's
what I'm thinking.

Brenda seems to think it's worth quite a
lot. Can't hurt.

In case anything goes wrong, call in the
cavalry.

In the meantime, release Mickey.

Ronnie!

All right, Mickey.

This would be you using your very last
get -out -of -jail -free card.

And I hope you don't think it always
goes like this. I told you, I made a

mistake. I learned my lesson.

I hope so.

Hey, what do you got?

Listen, I checked the serial numbers on
the cash.

They're absolutely random. I think
that's a dead end.

What about the police file?

Police file.

Oh, here we go.

Please file right here.

I talked to an inspector, Inspector
Redding. He's the primary on the case.

He seems to think that Frank Jr. is
dead.

Do you have a take on who he thinks the
kidnappers might be?

No, but what the inspector wrote was
that he got a really weird vibe from

Jr.'s older sister.

She's the one that made the money drop.

Sister?

I didn't ever say anything about having
a daughter.

Well, apparently they're estranged. They
barely even spoke to each other during

this whole kidnapping thing.

He said that they were cold as ice to
each other. Her name was... Damn, I knew

had it here somewhere.

Cynthia.

So where's Cynthia?

I don't know.

I'm sorry, I...

I don't know.

Hey, we got to find Cynthia.

Okay.

You sure about that?

Yeah, yeah, level 101.

Uh -huh. Is he going to be there all
day?

All right, bling, bling, sucker.

I owe you, baby. Peace out.

Where are we going?

Oh, no, no, no. Hold up here, LFA.

We got some business to take care of
first.

Now you're going to compensate the
Wizard of Oz here for my time.

Compensate you?

Call me for my expertise.

Expertise advice is going to cost you.

Boss, why would I compensate you when
you already work for the detective

Come on, come on, come on now.

Why that?

It's my day off.

Every day is your day off. Every time I
see you, you got your feet up. Or you're

on the phone trying to cast booty calls,
too.

I smell what you're saying there. All
right, but look, I didn't ask for no

employee evaluation, boss man. I'm
talking about four simple words you

following.

Compensation.

And if you're interested, my preference
would be the Benjamin.

Well, why don't you try the unemployment
line? You might meet a Benjamin there.

Oh, man, you a piece of work, playboy.

Show me some respect here. You know, I'm
a highly regarded elder in this urban

pasture.

As what?

A graffiti tagger?

I was referring to the pasteurization of
information gathering.

Man, I'm telling you what. Why do I feel
like I'm stepping into a can of 30

weights? Every time I talk to you.

I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give
you $200 if we find Lover 101.

Ah, man, I don't play the bitch for no
man. Anything less than five and I die.

Okay, dive, bitch.

Your love, Bob.

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

What?

Oh, now what, are you just going to,
like, leave me hanging here with no

negotiations?

$200.

ever happened to the bar assistant that
was it you just thought uh

miss harding yeah thanks excuse me miss
harding yeah hi uh we're private

detectives we've been hired by your
father can we discuss this in private

it's been five years my brother's dead
my father needs to let it go

what's the point of this Well, a few
days ago, your father found a duffel bag

filled with cash in the entryway to the
townhouse.

It was equal to the sum of the ransom.

Maybe the kidnappers got a guilty
conscience.

How would I know?

Do you have any theory on who you think
the kidnappers might be?

Yeah, someone who was really desperate
for money.

That's my theory.

You know, I'm puzzled by your attitude.

Why don't you want to help us?

If my father's showing any concern for
my brother, it's not five years too

It's more like 25 years too late.

You talk like you think he's still
alive.

I don't.

How long have you owned this restaurant?

You think I'd kidnap my own brother to
open a restaurant? Is that what this is

about?

No, nobody thinks that. I'm sorry. I
don't have time for this.

What did you say that for?

It just popped out.

What do you want from me?

That's our boy, Rocco.

Nice look.

I want a Brendan treat.

Oh,

great.

He's stopping to get a taco.

Harvey, is that Mickey over there?

Indeed it is.

Oh, say hello, you little crap bird.

It's a jewelry store on Harrison and
15th.

Seven o 'clock tonight.

What's the tag?

Don't worry about it. You're on a flat
fee.

Ten G's.

You pick us up, end of story.

How many guys? What are you carrying?

What are you, CNN?

Gotta know what size vehicle.

Me plus two. No big guns.

You in or out?

I'm in.

702, sharp.

If you're five seconds late, I'll put a
bullet in your head before the sun

drops.

Okay, you stay with Rocco. I'll call
Nicky. All right.

Taxi!

That's that PD.

What's your message?

Follow that great Chevy. Don't let him
see you.

I'm no spy, mister. I'm just a spy.

You want a big tip? Slide over to the
meter. You can't do this.

All right, keep the meter running.

You take off.

I keep the... I'm going to do your ass,
okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Guess where I am?

Wherever you are is a hell of a lot
better than where I am.

SF General.

Mickey Gamble met with Rocco. Harvey and
I split up the duties and Mickey led me

here. Add a little cold hanger.

All right, stay with him. See what he
does.

We'll recon back to the SIU.

10 -4, Rocky.

You file a guy to a polling station?

I don't get it.

You're not the only one.

Hey, you owe me $152 .60.

Oh, well.

Here, build a city.

Give yourself a big tip, too.

Can I help you, Mickey?

Oh, yeah.

I'm here because a guy named Rocco tried
to hire me to drive. To do a job he's

planning. Really?

Yeah, some jewelry store on Harrison and
15th.

Seven o 'clock tonight.

This better be good information.

Would I be here if it wasn't?

All right, sit down. Be quiet.

Oh, damn.

I'll just have to meet him, man.

This is, this is, whoo, got energy.

I'm sorry, boss, but he got some talent.

I'll give you that. He's good.

Standing in my light.

Uh, that's that PD lover.

It's a joke? The only joke's for you,
Carcaso. I got a permit, man. They're

paying me to do this.

Really?

Did they also commission you to deface
my automobile?

What are you talking about? You bust
your chalupa, all right? Now be a man

it. See, I got your name spray -painted
all over the hood of my car out there.

You telling me that's not you?

Damn straight, it was you.

Your work sold you out, bro.

Bubba, you made the horrible mistake of
tagging a police captain's car.

Now I'm all for artistic freedom.

But I do have my rules, and I draw the
line at my car.

You're going downtown with me. You got
no proof.

I got no hood.

Where the hell is the little bastard?

Drop the guns and the money!

What the hell?

Drop the guns and the money and step
back!

I'm in his pants.

I'm in his pants. Get out of here,
Rocco.

Hood from the hood.

I smell blood, boss.

Can I help you? I'm Maximilian. This is
my gallery.

Magical, isn't it? Yeah, it's also mine.

Oh, my apologies, my friend. It's
already sold to a dealer in Stuttgart.

No, no, no. You see, you don't
understand.

That hood was stolen off of my car.

And I'm a cop, and I want it back.

So give up the keys, Franz.

Do you have any documentation to prove
that the hood belongs to you? Well, yes,

I do.

That hood off of that car.

Well, I can understand your frustration,
sir, but I purchased this artwork

legally for $15 ,000.

Uh -huh. From who?

A young dealer by the name of Nathan O
'Neill. He often brings me authentic

American street art. It's very popular
in Europe.

Open the door.

I must tell you that my alarm system is
activated.

You know, I'm starting to lose patience
here with you.

Well, I suppose if you convince Nathan
to return my $15 ,000, I could give you

the hood.

All right, good. You do nothing with
that hood until I talk to this Nathan.

Where do I find it?

I can write down his phone number.
That's good.

Give it to him. You find Nathan.

Okay.

Where you been?

I don't know, Joe. I'm not feeling good.
I think I got the flu or something.

I've been waiting here for two hours,
man. I was in bed, Joe. I'm lucky to be

here at all.

I talked to my friend Reed at the DMV.

Frank Jr.

sold a Volkswagen Cabriolet on January
26, 1995, two days after he was

kidnapped. So what are you saying, that
maybe he wasn't kidnapped at all?

I'm saying that whatever happened wasn't
what everybody thinks happened.

Excuse me, Tara Browning? Who's asking?

We're private detectives, ma 'am.

Really? Yeah.

What's this about?

Do you remember a man named Frank
Harding Jr.?

About five years ago, Frank Harding sold
you a car. Oh, right, the Cabriolet.

Yeah, I sort of remember him now.

Do you know how we can get in touch with
him?

That was five years ago. I don't even
own that car anymore.

He's gone missing. We're trying to find
him.

Oh, yeah?

What's that got to do with me?

Well, anything you can remember about
him or anything he said would help us a

lot.

Okay.

He was shy.

Kind of cute.

Nervous. He gave me a really good price
for the car.

Made me paranoid I was getting something
stolen, you know.

He's probably in the Riviera right now,
sipping a cocktail.

Why do you say that?

Well, I said that he was going to
Europe. I mean, not just going, moving.

For good.

That's the last you heard from him?

Not even a postcard.

Listen, I got to get back to work.

If you have any other questions, you can
give me a call.

Okay, thank you. I will.

Hey, take care of your partner.

He looks like he could use some
compassion.

Yeah. Thank you.

How's the gig going?

Well, Frank Jr., the kidnap victim, he
was alive after his kidnapping.

I talked to a woman he sold his car to
two days after his disappearance.

And? She thinks he moved to Europe.

What do you think?

I think her answer's a little too well
-rehearsed.

Mm -hmm.

How's Evan doing?

Failing miserably.

Anything else you want to know?

Nope. That should do it.

What?

What's up, boys? You comfy? This is
bull, man.

Problem with the accommodations?

Yeah, we want a different cell.

Lance, it's a little late in the season
to be rebooking, isn't it? No, Harv. I

think we should at least give them the
opportunity for an upgrade.

I know.

First team to finger the guy who set him
up.

Gets Work Farm instead of San Quentin.

Anybody got a brain here?

We all know it's Mickey.

One -time offer.

No takers.

You clowns. Why are you protecting this
guy? He sold you out.

I want my phone call.

I'm not a hooser.

Make copies of these and place them on
the door. Yeah. Found me spending this

much time down here like my own parking
spot.

How about we start with your own desk
first?

Not right there.

Huh?

How's that?

Look, what do you want?

Your pasty little ass in prison.

Since that's not possible, I'll settle
for the loot.

I haven't got a clue what you're talking
about.

I'm not one of your moron friends,
Mickey.

I have full immunity. You gave it to me,
remember?

Yeah, exactly right.

Therefore, it shouldn't be any harm in
telling me the truth.

The truth is, everything worked out
beautifully, don't you think?

Except for one thing.

Me.

I ain't beautiful.

And I'm far from worked out.

It's over. Let it go.

It's only halftime, Bubba.

The ball's in my court.

Well, this absolutely sucks.

I think he's going to get away with it.

Maybe.

But he's not going to get away with the
money.

He's got that stashed out there
somewhere.

Well, if Mickey left the trail, he has
covered it pretty damn well. I can't

a safe deposit box, a storage rental
unit, no family, no friends.

I think he works at SF General, right?
Yeah, I had a supervisor check his

over there. It's clean.

I don't understand a smart guy like
Mickey having a day job, but why this

He works in the...

Environmental Services Department,
right? Yeah.

That's another name for waste, isn't it?

Boy, you must really love your job.

Coming on your day off like this,
looking for these?

No, what's that?

See, you're a better thief than you are
a liar, Mickey.

Do you have the matching earrings?

Oh, I have no idea.

Mickey, knock it off. Come on, man. We
know your whole damn story.

You got me.

Oops.

Wait, you know, I have full immunity,
which means you can't touch me.

Although I guess there is some
satisfaction in figuring the whole thing

You did pick a very interesting hiding
place. Toxic waste.

Very clever.

We may not have you, Mickey, but we got
all your loot.

Down to every last coin and cufflink.

You have to admit, though, it was a
pretty beautiful plan.

How beautiful could it be?

Leave you flat broke and me dogging your
ass.

You are going to put that back, right?

Maybe. You're back.

What do you want now?

Tara, I pulled a fingerprint off your
business card.

I matched it up with this.

You are Frank Jr., aren't you?

I mean, you were.

Look, please don't tell my dad, okay?
I'm begging you.

Why'd you get back the money?

I felt guilty.

Okay, I couldn't live with myself.

Look, it's best that my father thinks
I'm dead, okay? I think you see that by

now. You put me in a real difficult
position here. I mean, he hired me to

out the truth.

Then tell him the truth.

Frank Jr.

is dead.

I buried him a long time ago.

Nathan!

What's up, my man? Holler at your
partner here.

I know you.

Are you about to see on the man, behind
the man?

Nash Bridges, that is.

Don't know him either.

Really?

Then why are you selling the hood off
the man's car?

Hey, Nathan.

Yeah, what's up?

Man, I thought I told you to step off. I
told you to step off. Ladies, why don't

you go get your nails painted?

Man, you can't just come. Shut up,
Nathan.

Recognize this car?

Nope. Well, Nathan, let me ask you
something. Do you recognize this badge?

Nathan, where's the money?

Gave it away, man.

Come again?

Gone, man. I swear it.

Get in the car.

Right now. Get in.

Believe this punk?

I believe he doesn't have the money.

You better hope it doesn't rain, Bubba.

Hey, man, I'll pay you back. Just give
me some time. I don't have the time. My

hood's on its way to Stuttgart.

Chief, don't let it out of you.

Bob has the solution.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is it? Oh, just
leave it to me, Chief.

You don't want to know.

I don't like that.

Joe, would you hold up a second?

Come on, look, I got a lot on my mind
today, okay?

How can I go to Nash and give you a
positive report, man? No, whoa, whoa,

second.

What is this, some kind of test?

Drop the attitude, Evan. We're giving
you a shot here.

How, by setting me up to fail?

Thanks a lot, Joe.

Where the hell are you going? Evan!

Evan!

God.

Mr. Harding, it's very difficult for me
to tell you this, but I'm going to have

to return your retainer.

What?

We found no trace of your son, sir.

I think you have to accept the fact
that...

He's gone.

That's what I suspected.

Who had this?

Any idea where the money came from?

I could speculate, but...

Well, thank you for your time. I'm
sorry, sir.

Onesh, I think maybe you want to see
this.

See what?

Isn't that your hood?

Well,

it looks like Bob worked at a trade.

It's beautiful.

I don't know if I can drive it. I'll put
it in my gunnery.

Pleasure to be with you.

Golly, you guys are doing a nice job.

About 380 more hours of community
service and you're home free. Oops,

spot.

It turns more off now.