All language subtitles for ironside_s07e11_the_hidden_man

For God's sake, tell me.

Somebody tell me.

Where is my father? Somebody go and get
him! He's right outside!

He's outside!

He's dead!

How much was his life supposed to be
worth to these hoods? Ten thousand

Everybody thinks he's dead.

Cop is alive.

He might just lead a pack of Albin
assassins straight to Jack Doyle's

Who's gonna bring me Jack Doyle's head?

You want him, Papa.

I'll get him for you.

Sergeant Doyle is on a flight and just
came in. Which of you is going to handle

the question? I am, Doctor.

Here he comes.

Welcome home, Sergeant Doyle. San
Francisco would like a little film, if

don't mind.

Take it easy. It's still wobbly.

Sergeant, can you tell us anything about
your capture?

No, ma 'am.

It was pretty far back, and I was pretty
unconscious at the time.

Any feelings about being left for dead?

You know, the rest of your crew got out.

Yeah.

I'm glad.

I thought they were dead.

How did you make your escape?

Some B -52s bombed the camp I was in.
The VC got panicky, so I went to AWL.

Sergeant, we know the joy of your return
has been sadly diminished by the news

that your father died two years ago.

Any comment?

I, uh, that was a great guy, and, uh...

Sergeant Michael Doyle, son of Officer
Jack Doyle, San Francisco

Police. helicopter gunner reported
killed in Cambodia, Jan Cook from Travis

Force Base.

Sergeant, is there anyone here at all to
meet you? Um, I think that's enough.

The answer is no. The sergeant has no
family now.

I wouldn't say that.

Welcome home.

You remember, Fran.

You were a PFC a million years ago.

I sure do.

This just about makes it complete, huh?

Watch him, Pickle.

I am taking this patient to the
hospital.

Well, for your safety, not his.

You got it, Doc.

You guys are going to come along, aren't
you?

I mean, I got a lot of questions.

Try to get rid of us.

Dad?

Dad!

Dad, wait!

Come on, let me go!

Thanks so much.

true that this guy Alban put out a
contract to have my father killed?

That's always a hard thing to prove.

But your father spent a full year
undercover masquerading as a member of

Alban criminal organization.

He put the boss in prison for ten years,
sent two of his chief lieutenants up

for murder, and broke the Alban mob.

How much was his life supposed to be
worth to these hoods? Ten thousand

Double if the hit was made before he
testified.

Must have been hell for him on the
stand.

It was.

But for another reason, one you can
understand better than any of us.

On the day the trial began, your father
got the news that you'd been killed in

action.

You don't pull any punches, do you? With
Jack Doyle, son?

No. Sergeant, we can go into greater
detail tomorrow if you... Now, wait a

minute.

That says he drove off the road.

Driving from Bolinas to Sausalito.

Got caught in a thunderstorm.

Swerved to avoid a mudslide.

What's he doing in Bolinas?

Is he on a case?

No, vacation.

He was pretty much exhausted after the
trial.

I didn't bring much with me tonight,
Mike. Just those clippings and this

from the commissioner.

It's a fairly detailed account from the
one man with first -hand knowledge of

what took place.

Commissioner Randall personally
conducted the investigation to satisfy

and himself that it wasn't...

Albin's contract being fulfilled.

That's right.

That's right, it couldn't have been.

Not if I saw him tonight.

Mike, for your own well -being, you've
got to accept the reality of your

father's death. What reality?

Suppose this story is a plant.

I mean, what am I supposed to believe?

Who am I supposed to believe?

I'm sorry, sir.

The ambulance is ready.

All right, Mike.

As soon as the hospital releases you, I
want you to come into town.

It's a matter of insurance money and
your father's personal effects.

And Commissioner Randall is due back day
after tomorrow.

I want to apologize for the flap, sir.

It's just that for 29 months I kept my
head together while the guys around me

weren't.

They're dead and I'm alive.

I know the major here thinks I was
hallucinating. Just that you've been

severe and protracted strain. Okay.

Okay.

I saw my father tonight.

Perhaps you did, Mike.

Perhaps you saw him with your heart.

Danny Klein, that's my father.

With the miracle of Mike Doyle's return,
the only one of the night.

The young sergeant's father died two
years ago when he said, there's my

What do you think?

I think he's nuts.

Jack Doyle is dead. You know he's dead.
I know he's dead.

Everybody knows he's dead.

Now, what's the question? The question
is, would Babe want something done about

it? If Babe wants something done about
it, he'll tell me when he reads the

newspapers. No, there's a parole board.
All right, all right. I just, you know,

let it lay.

You make a big noise, you're only going
to stir up a lot of trouble.

Again, if this is what Babe wants for
you... Then what if Jack Doyle's alive?

What if?

What ifs can only give you stomach
ulcers?

Forget it. Where he is today, who put
him there? I happen to be his son, Tony.

can't forget.

Why don't I feel something?

Half a dozen official reports.

Death certificate.

Headstone in a grave.

They all say that this is where he is.
So why don't I feel something?

Were you at the funeral?

Graveside services.

Did you see him?

His car fell on top of him.

At the bottom of a hundred foot ravine.

Common sense should tell you why the
casket was sealed. Common sense would

me that he was dead.

If I could believe I didn't see him. All
right.

I've long since accepted that you did
catch a fleeting glimpse of someone the

other night. I do want you to understand
what you're doing with that flimsy bit

of evidence.

You're insinuating that Commissioner
Randall willfully falsified your

death.

Aren't I?

Shannon's still with you, Chief. He
followed from the cemetery.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

I made the car.

Registered at S .A. Construction.

We're keeping it.

Thank you.

Very good of you to call.

Right.

Yeah, he claimed this was the finest
fishing jacket he'd ever owned.

You sent it the day you made corporal,
right?

Right. You still have yours?

I wouldn't be caught near a stream
without it.

This is the works, huh?

Except for this.

If you'd let us, we'd like to have the
badge framed for you.

Thanks, that'd be nice.

Driver's license.

Expired, of course.

I was with him one time when he almost
got a ticket for that.

Birthday dates.

Mom's and mine.

He couldn't even remember his own.

Sent him that from NAM after my first
combat mission.

The veteran.

He must have been very proud.

He had a few pounds more than to be
proud of when that was taken.

What's the matter, Mike?

There's a picture missing.

A picture he took of Pickerman's War.

Well,

it could have been misplaced when he
went to his thing.

Not on the inventory.

Maybe he lost the accident.

This is his army discharge card.

You can't lose it out of there.

You gotta take it out.

That's where the picture belongs.

Back to back.

Right here.

There's a picture of Mom and me.

A week before she died.

Dad wouldn't have parted with that for
anything.

Not for anything.

There are possible explanations. Not for
me, there isn't.

You can talk me out of everything else.

But you can't talk me out of this.

He's alive.

I know it now.

And if I'm the only one in the world,
believe me, alone is one thing I know

to be.

No matter how you mean it, Mike, you're
not alone.

For God's sake, tell me.

Somebody tell me.

Where is my father?

Hey,

Stan.

What's up? I'm going to Tacoma. I'll be
coming back tomorrow afternoon.

Oh, no. No, you've got to stay right
here. My father sent for me.

Babe sent for you? Why?

The man who called didn't say. Just
come. That's all.

Just come? Just like that?

Come on. Take me there.

No. Stanley.

You get that close to the babe and the
feds are going to know about it.

And they're going to get a sneaky
suspicion that, well, maybe he's

this. Now, look at it clean. It's going
to come out dirty. Now, Babe knows that.

So, let me go. Let me go, Chargill.

He sent for me.

All right, then go.

Hey!

Find me the airport.

I don't participate.

Stanley, wait a second.

Young Doyle got into town this morning.

Ironside picked him up at the airport
and drove him out to the cemetery.

You don't participate.

You're a phony old man.

They stood there around Jack Doyle's
grave, just like I've stood with you a

hundred times around your mother's
grave.

Now, Babe knows that. Tell him that cop
is dead. They wouldn't go to that bar to

prove a lie to his own son.

I've got to make a plane in 45 minutes.
Will you take me to the airport?

Sergeant Brown. I've been busy snooping.
Where is everybody?

Finding Mike a hotel, making sure he's
not followed.

The car on your tail left at City Hall
that went on to a high -rise excavation.

S .A. Construction Company.

Division of Stanley Alexis Investments.

Babe Albinson.

Alexis was the grandmother's name.

Friend of the family, are you?

Call the Federal Penitentiary at McNeil
Island. Tell the warden that whenever

Babe Albinson has a visitor, Chief
Ironside wants to know.

Chief Ironside is leaving.

For a long overdue appointment.

Don't you want to know who was driving
the car? Tony Hudson.

Tony Hudson was driving the car.

Who was Tony Hudson?

You knew him as Anthony Serbo.

Oh, yeah, the fish that got away.

He followed you?

Long enough to convince me that the
contract on Jack Doyle's life is still

force. Did you pick him up? I don't want
him yet.

Oh, probably just reacting to what they
read in the papers.

Jack's death was established long ago.

All the questions answered and all the
answers believed because they came from

you.

You're not doubting me, are you? Time
has passed and his son is alive.

I can imagine a situation in which that
might make some difference.

Look, just because the boy is...
Sergeant Michael Doyle is not a boy.

Michael Doyle wants to open his father's
grave.

I'll oppose that. As I've done.

So far.

But tomorrow morning, if I must, I'll
help him get a court order.

All right, as a friend, before we both
get bloody noses, lay off.

Now we're getting somewhere.

All right, as an order, lay off. Lay off
what?

Lay off the moral obligation to a young
man grown old before his time? Look, I

flatly resent any implication that I'm
insensitive to what he went through.

Whether you choose to believe it or not,
I am not trying to play God.

I will tell you this.

Stop trying to force my hand.

You're taking the fifth, Dennis.

That's it.

End of interview.

May I ask one favor?

You may ask.

Call Sergeant Doyle and level with him.
And what, in your august opinion, would

I level about?

Well, I guess that you and Jack and the
United States Department of Justice

conspired to bury Jack Doyle.

Not in that grave out there. That's a
John Doe.

The cover -up was standard and perfect.

A complete and official change of
identity.

To persuade the underworld that one of
its prime targets no longer existed.

Now, does that make sense?

Makes me ill.

And it made Jack safe.

Even content.

Until he learned that Mike had, in fact,
survived.

Then he took a foolish chance.

A beautiful chance.

He turned up at Travis Air Force Base.

To see his only son come home.

You're not exactly right as to how it
was done.

But you're close enough for me to
violate a trust.

How about share a trust?

Jack is alive.

There is a way he can be reached.

Justice Department. Pipeline.

When I heard of Mike's resurrection, I
did just that.

His response was short and pointed.

Quote, I don't want the kid.

Leave me dead.

You tell Mike or do I? Look, I swore an
oath of silence. Not to some nebulous

they. I swore to Jack.

And his life could depend on it.

The rotten kid.

Right away everybody remembers just
because the rotten kid comes home.

You might be telling me he's right, Pop,
or the kid could be a Section 8. He

could see Adolf Hitler tomorrow.

Don't give me tomorrow.

I'm giving you two days ago. I go to
meet the parole board.

I walk in, I look on the table, and I
see the newspaper. And what have I seen?

Doyle, Doyle, Doyle.

Ten minutes later, I'm back in my cell.

You had your first hearing. They turned
you down.

You call me up here for that?

Cop is alive.

How do you know?

In my gut, I know.

You got the meaning?

So what if you're right? What are the
percentages? What have you got to gain?

Oh,

who am I talking to, my son or Mr.

Stanley Big Shot Alexis?

Hey, Alexis doesn't fool the IRS. It
doesn't fool the police. It doesn't fool

the girl I'd like to marry. But you know
what it means to you when you get out

of here?

You got it made. You don't even have to
turn your hand.

Oh, generosity. What a fault you got.

And with my dough, my son.

Three clean bucks back for every dirty
one you gave me. How'd that happen? You

got any explanations for that?

It's not bad.

It's not easy, huh?

Me, I grew up on stale bread dipped in
grease.

I wanted a good life for you, but it
wasn't so easy being the son of Babe

huh?

I didn't change my name, Papa.

You did that.

Okay, I... You know, I don't want your
dough.

I gotta rule me over to you for the rest
of my life.

Oh, come on.

Ten years. You got two of them served
already.

You think I'm going to live eight more
years in this stinking mill?

Huh.

What do you think, Mr. Young and
Healthy?

You're telling me you're sick.

I'm old.

Comes a time when you're going to die.

I trusted that guy.

I took him in.

I trusted him.

I made him my friend.

Wiped out all my years.

And who cares?

I care.

Tony cares.

In my time, a man had a debt of honor
and he paid.

And today, who's going to bring me Jack
Doyle's hat?

Everybody thinks he's dead.

You think he's dead?

Papa, I'm not a trigger man.

Oh, I forgot.

Modern times.

Everybody's a specialist.

Uh, you... You go with love, Stanley
Alexis.

And don't come back. It's bad for
business.

Papa?

We want him, Papa.

I'll get him.

How'd Babe look to you?

What did he have to say?

He said to me, Stanley, who's minding
the store?

Here, I found a bottle of Chianti you
guys used to drink.

Hey, isn't that nice? Thank you.

Where's your big black cigar?

I don't smoke.

You don't drink either.

Where's the soldier?

Oh, the cuckoo sergeant?

Jack Doyle's son.

I don't know where he is.

Find him.

And when you find him, put a tail on
him. Watch him day and night.

Listen, Stanley.

The babe's a little upset just now. The
parole board turned him down.

But he'll cool off. Believe me, I know
him.

Do what I tell you to.

Son, don't you understand?

We got out of the mobster business a lot
of years ago.

Here you got a legitimate million
-dollar operation going for you. That's

important.

I'm talking for the babe and you, not
me.

You care, don't you? Sure.

That's one thing babe did say. He said
nobody cares, but I told him I care. I

told him Tony cares.

Sure, I care.

I see what's been laid in your lap and I
care.

And that's why I say to you, you pull
one stupid, hot -headed, wrong move

You're going to blow the whole thing.

40 years' work.

Find him!

I don't know what else I can tell you
tonight.

He's simply not in his place of
residence.

He can't be found.

How do you know that, sir?

I'm the only official source in
Washington.

Justice Department?

A man in the department.

So Dad can't even talk to you except
through this one man? The man is a leak

a chain of contact. Your father calls
the shots.

And who said to leave him dead?

Those were his words, and I'm not at
liberty to second -guess him.

But I want you to give some thought to
his reasoning.

We're all concerned for you, Mike.

Your future and your welfare.

Sir, I was issued one life.

This life.

And for some perverted reason, I want to
spend it with the only living relative

I have on this earth.

I hope that's clear to this man you
speak to.

Because that's how I see my future
welfare.

And that's how I'm going to have it.
Mind if I ask how you're going to

I intend to proceed to a TV station,
sir.

I intend to go on television and radio.

And I'm going to ask a hundred million
people to please help me.

If I may speak for Babe Alban, it's a
whale of an idea.

Worth $10 ,000 to some assassin.

Do you believe Dad said he doesn't want
me?

I don't know where he is or what he
said.

Or why.

But I am going to find out.

You are?

With your permission, I'm going to
Washington.

Without your permission, I'm going to
Washington.

Do I have your permission?

Thank you for making time to see me on
short notice, Mr. Sloat.

I hope I haven't interfered with your
luncheon plans.

We learned to improvise. I'm having
something sent in. I hope you like

salad. With a little San Francisco
sourdough?

I was ready for you, but not that ready.

Randall tells me that you and young Mike
have been followed around San

Francisco.

Could you have been followed here to
Washington?

Well, I am sure that you know that.

So you do have faith in us.

I have indeed.

Since Mike's return, Babe Albin has had
one visitor.

His son, Stanley Alexis.

Oh, you're on top of that, too. It's an
unavoidable factor, Mr. Sloat, but not

the central one.

Hearing from Jack third -hand is not
going to satisfy Mike.

And I must tell you, second -hand won't
satisfy me.

Is the caterer here?

Send him in.

Excuse me.

Lost a little weight, Jack, but it's
good to see you.

Yeah. I wish I could say the same thing
with this snafu situation.

You better pour. I'm liable to spill it
or throw it.

What are you doing here when my son is
being tailed all around San Francisco?

You removed a snapshot of your wife and
son from your wallet.

Wait a minute.

By the way, to save you the question,
Mike is well.

Now, why don't you sit down and have
some coffee?

I don't know what I think, but that kid
has been true already.

He's only 23 years old, you know.

Mike has served notice, Jack.

He means to find you and to be with you.

No. And I mean no.

I'm a fugitive, Bob.

I'm always looking over my shoulder.

A man can't saddle his son with
something like that. Call him. Tell him.

give you the telephone number.

Oh, no.

Not me.

It was bad enough when I saw him.

I... Talked to him. I heard the sound of
his voice.

Oh, you're going to have to handle that
for me, Bob.

Somebody has.

Jack, if I go back to the coast without
an answer, your son is going to come

after you on his own.

And I warn you, he's tougher than you
are.

He hasn't asked me to handle the thing
for him.

Kid's really tough.

Why don't you see him and judge for
yourself?

I'm sorry, Bob. I just can't believe
that it's the right thing for him.

The man watching Mike is Tony Hudson.
That means Stanley Alexis.

And that means vengeance, not money.

You still ask me to make my son a target
for those animals?

I'm betting that Stanley, despite his
legitimate veneer, is a chip off the old

block.

I'm betting that he'd follow Mike
anywhere.

That's right, Bob.

And kill him because he's a doyle.

No, he won't harm Mike as long as he
thinks that Mike may lead him to you.

How would you feel about sticking that
thick neck out?

How far?

A country mile.

Well, Sergeant, the night you got home,
there were several credible people

present, and yet no one but you, no one,
saw anything. Any comment?

Just that I did see him.

That's all I can say.

There was a Major Dawson.

Isn't he a doctor? Sit down. The kid's
on TV.

A physician or a psychiatrist?

Oh, yeah.

But I had the psychiatry, too, and I
passed.

My head is on straight, Mr. Becerra.

Nobody doubts anything I say, except
that I saw my father. Now, you said that

Commissioner Randall certified your
father's death.

Are you calling our vaunted police
commissioner a liar?

I'm not accusing anyone, sir. I could
take legal action if I wanted to.

But I know there's a price on my
father's head.

I also know that the government
sometimes hides a witness it thinks is

of being killed.

Well, if your father is alive...

Aren't you increasing the danger to him
with this publicity?

Of course I don't want to do that.

I just want to hear from him.

I just want him to get in touch with me.

I think he will, if he knows I'm alive.

I understood that you'd been getting
messages from him.

Do you just hear these messages, or do
you see them? You mean, am I hearing

voices? No, sir.

Not unless Chief Ironside is, or maybe
the Commissioner.

Well, where do these messages come from?

The government.

Oh, then the government's deceiving you.

They're not being a lot of help, believe
me. Kids are left -winged, ain't they?

It's a trap.

I think there's a lot of confusion, Mr.
Becerra.

And I don't say who's to blame.

I certainly don't want to cause my
father any trouble.

I just want to hear from him.

Not to tell me where he is, just to tell
me where I can meet him.

I'll go anywhere in the world.

You don't know what hotel that is?

No, we've been looking.

Well, you find out.

I feel a break coming, Tony. You find
out or it's on your head.

Phil, think that might shake anybody up?
A stirring performance, Mr. Visaro.

A pity it can't receive the acclaim it
deserves.

I promise you it'll bring results.

What'll it be, fellas?

You ask or tell.

But you just hold on, Roy. If you're
right, you're going to be well taken

of.

It's a psycho, huh?

Jack Doyle's dead.

When was that?

Did you ever hear of a guy named Roy
Penrose?

Yeah, sure.

Used to work for babies. Running a gin
mill in town now.

Well, Jack Doyle's at that gin mill
right now.

No.

No, no, no. Oh, just... Stanley, it's
too patent.

It's a natural, Tony.

Come on.

Hey, buddy, you got a light?

Well, you scared me.

Yeah, yeah.

You, uh, know where the nearest bus stop
is around here?

Uh,

listen, why don't you come on back to
the bar and have a drink?

I got a city map there, I'll show you.

No, thanks.

Uh, come on, huh?

No, thanks.

I said come on!

Well,

the chief sure picked the right bar.

Right man, too.

Old boy's kept his hand here.

Hi, Tony.

You look good.

Alex can sometimes be deceiving.

What, no flowers, no apple pie?

Maybe next time I'll bring you a dead
fish.

What's wrong?

Which one should I pack? The big
suitcase or the little one?

Surprise me. Thank you, sir.

Appreciate the call.

Warden at McNeil Island.

Tony Hudson and Babe Alban are in
conference.

You better get ready, Ed, and go.

Why Stanley?

Because you said the cop was alive,
that's why.

Stanley never swallowed that accident
garbage.

For two years, you kept telling me,
telling me that the cop is dead, like a

broken wrecking.

And, Tony, you listen.

I mean broken. Go ahead.

I'm tired.

I've been all the way around the block.

Oh, so you got your credentials.

But who told me Jack Doyle was alive?

You know my son. That's right.

And they're going to do the same thing
to him as they've done to you.

Maybe worse.

Ah, he's too smart for that. How smart?
Knock it off, will you? The kid's

walking right into a... Walking? He's
running right into a trap. Why? Because

some promise he made to you.

You call that smart?

What trap?

Take a good look at it, will you? Don't
you see?

It's too pat.

It's like a road map.

Young Mike Doyle makes his pitch on TV
the same night.

His old man shows up in a gin mill
that's run by a guy that used to work

you. Can't you see? It's Ironside.

He's leading Stanley around by the nose.

If anything happens to my son... You
can't stop them, babe, so you gotta stop

him. What is this, another broken
record, Tony?

Listen, ladies, I'm gonna... Babe, if
I'm wrong, break me. If I'm right, I

don't wanna be around to see what's
gonna happen.

All right.

Tell him I sent for you.

Tell him I got sawed at the parole
board.

Tell him I was wrong, but tell him to
lay off.

I'll tell him, but he don't listen to
me. Make him listen.

Break his neck if you have to.

Why is it the cops dig west?

My dad's the same way.

Audio visually.

Listen, I gotta go for a walk. You mind?

Sergeant, until that telephone rings.

I'm on.

Do push it.

All right, I'll be there myself in 20
minutes.

Where have you been?

Up to the island.

See, babe, sent for me, wanted to see
me.

Now he wants to see you.

Oh, yeah, well, I have business. I think
I found the hotel. You want to come

with me, old friend?

Stanley, I give you the words of your
father.

He says, tell Stanley before he makes a
move, I want to see him. Oh, yeah?

He sent for you to tell you that, huh?

Well, how come he didn't send for me to
tell me what was on his mind? Now, it

couldn't be that you went behind my
back, could it?

What do you think you're going to do
with the gun?

What do you think I'm going to do? Come
on now, Stanley, for God's sakes, cool

off and listen to me. I don't have time.

Well, you make time.

I've been making time for you half my
life.

Keeping you out of trouble, keeping your
nose wiped clean.

What happens? You go up there and spend
20 minutes with Babe, you come back

acting like some two -bit mechanic, a
sidewalk hoodlum. That's bad, huh? Yes,

you don't know how bad.

Me and your old man, we walked in the
gutter because we had to. We did it to

help put you up here where you are.

You want to go back down, Baby?

Don't take the elevator. Then just jump
out the window. What are you telling me?

You don't want to come with me? Your
father wants you to forget about that

soldier. I'm going to tell you like I
told him. My name is Stanley Albin, and

the kid's name is Doyle. I know. And I
know you promised, babe, that you'd get

him. I promised myself.

All right. And babe told me to break
your neck if I have to. And if I have

will. Now, get your hands off me. No. I
said get your hands off me. You don't...

You told me. They told me. Everybody
tells me.

Sam,

I was a dumb thing to do.

The candid old man you just couldn't
understand, couldn't you?

Why?

I didn't want to hurt you, Tony.

Not you.

Why couldn't you listen?

Because you got old and tired. You think
they do things different now.

They don't.

Not all.

Some things you have to handle the same
way.

I think Can you understand that?

Get moving. We've got a bus to catch.

There's a cab parked near the
intersection.

New cab.

McNemmon, undercover vice.

My feelings are hurt. I want to go
along.

You've got a date with a judge in 15
minutes.

Stanley, Alexis.

Hello.

Another little loose end for you, Fran?

Fine, Tony Hudson.

There's no one there.

The VC would have taken a whole village
with the ammo he chewed up.

Let's see what's going on.

I want that pistol for ballistics.

If this gentleman is right, then tell
him we found Tony Hudson's body.

I guess he made a mess of the cabin. The
cabin belongs to Commissioner Randall.

I dare say he'll be compensated.

You know, maybe I am nuts.

I feel sorry for the guy.

Whatever he is, he came by it naturally.

Speaking of fathers.

Listen.

The man in that boat's an old friend of
mine. Go down to the dock, Mike.

Thank him for trusting me with your
life.

Thank you.