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Hey, you know what I'm dying to try?

Sky surfing.

Why? When you can surf in the ocean and parachute in the sky.

We're so conventional. Come on, you love to surf. I love to sky dive. It's a

perfect match.

Have you ever considered a spectator sport?

So you're telling me you're brave. No, I am telling you I'm sensible, level

-headed, and rational.

Conventional.

Say maybe.

Hasn't anyone ever said no to you?

Just you.

Want to come in?

I shouldn't.

Now look who's afraid.

I'd better go.

Amen.

Okay, where's that?

20 yards over there.

Get it!

Bury him.

So we try to talk it down, why everyone bags

on my town.

Stand and see, it works for me.

It's safe to look around, just another day in the way.

Before they meet with anybody, they see it's free.

Someday, with one ear left down, just

another day, oh.

Hey, you seen TC?

Not since late last night.

Really? How late?

Well, we better alert the media.

Because Mr. Functionality wouldn't be late for his own hanging.

Did you call him?

Yeah, twice.

Never this late.

You guys should just go swing over to his place.

We'll wait out the consolidated offer another day.

By then, Maxcom should get wind of it, and whoever hits five minutes first gets

our business.

Maxcom already knows about it, Danny.

How'd that happen?

Well, maybe someone sent an anonymous email which prompted them to bid.

That's borderline unethical, Teddy.

You want me to retrieve it?

No.

Good job, Teddy.

Hello?

I've got your son, Calloway.

It'll cost you two million dollars to get him back.

Who is this?

I talk, you listen.

Non -sequential serial numbers and you've got 24 hours for it? I will

your oldest little piggy.

Is this some kind of prank?

I talk, you listen.

Trash can by the volleyball net near the pier. Dig through the garbage, Mr.

Capitalist. And this is no prank.

Now you listen to me. Do not. I will not. Repeat.

Do not go to the cops.

This is rule number one through ten. Do you understand?

Wendell Terrence Calloway. Good morning.

Sleep okay?

Who's that?

74352, Dr. A.

Yeah, right.

How you doing?

You don't remember me, do you?

You're all I've thought about for years, is you.

You think back, cop.

I'm walking near the beach, minding my own sweet business.

You pedal up in that stupid little bicycle with your ridiculous shorts,

nosy cop questions.

It's a job.

Sink. You called me the Louisville Slugger.

Yeah, guy with a baseball bat and no diamond within five miles.

Groves. It's Harlan Groves.

Low -life drug dealer, right?

I did six years, eight months, and 12 days in the queue because of you,

Calloway. And this is your idea of payback?

Well, what goes around comes around.

That wheel keeps spinning, Groves.

I owe you big time for the shovel.

Will you just hang on to that little dream while you fester down there in

and resentment?

You don't mind if I hang out and enjoy the fresh air of freedom, do you?

What are you doing? I'm calling Elliot at the office. It's going to take a

to get this much cash to get... Wait, wait.

For what?

We've got to get that money.

Ted, you okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

Now, just call Arnold Stewart at the bank and try to go to the police. No,

no. I don't have the time. No police, period.

You think?

McNamara, there is a huge fight here. This place is a disaster area.

What? There is blood on the floor, Corey. Get the crime unit over here now

find the lieutenant.

What are you doing here? Trying to save TC's life.

I'm Lieutenant Palermo, TC's commanding officer.

What are you trying to do, sign your brother's death warrant? Look, Mr.

Callaway, if you pay this guy, you'll have no one send him to release TC.

You'll probably never see him again.

And what do you base that on, Lieutenant? 21 years of experience.

When was the last time you worked on a kidnapping, Lieutenant?

Two and a half years ago.

Did you get him back alive?

It's a child custody case.

The father was unstable.

Dad, CC trusts this man as much as he trusts you and me. Let him do his job.

That's what you're looking for?

What do you want me to do? I have two FBI agents poised to enter your home. I

need permission to install taps and reroute the phone lines to the station.

It's all yours. I'll work it from the station.

Yeah. Life in the hole. How you like it, cop?

Oh, it's great.

I finally got some beach boat property.

What's with the clock, Groves?

Well, it's kind of like a calendar.

Counting backwards.

Well, in the joint, you always count down to release, never up.

So what, I'm paroled in 21 hours?

No, no.

That's just the end of the first day.

Is that what this is all about?

Me playing convict?

No, you play games, Calloway. This is no game.

I remember you drew life.

How'd you get out?

Well, I spent six years digging a tunnel.

Hey, maybe you can tunnel your way out. I left you a few spoons.

No, wait. That's right.

See, if you open a hatch or a window, a mountain of sand will come pouring in on

you.

Thanks, but I'll find my own way out of here.

You know who does the hardest time in the joint?

Who's that?

The guys who think it's only about bravado.

But those who back it up with a little more depth and maybe a few more IQ

points.

They're the ones who survive.

So what do you think, cop?

You gonna survive?

Damn straight I am.

We're getting together when I get out of here, Groves. Only this time I'm

holding a shovel.

It's a date.

I want a file on every arrest TC's ever made.

Yesterday.

Let me know when the line's in.

It's up.

How you doing, Calloway Senior?

Where's my son?

You check the trash?

Yes.

How's my money looking?

Can I speak to my son?

See, that'll cost you two million dollars.

It takes a little while to get that kind of cash together.

You better not.

One other thing, I... Got it.

Give me an insurance.

No, that... That can't be.

Darn number, Dad.

Hello? Riggins?

Agent Riggins!

So we're dealing with an animal.

Found this in the bushes.

Re -ironed. I'm going to check it on the evidence.

All right, people, I need it quiet.

Keep going as long as you can.

Sure.

Yes? I'm very disappointed in you.

I'll pay the money I always intended to.

Oh, well, now, yes.

Don't hurt my son.

Okay. I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

I want to move the outfield walls back.

Four million instead of two. And I'm bringing a pitcher's mound in. Twelve

hours, not twenty -four.

That may be too fast. I don't know if I... Hello?

This lunatic's good.

His call's routed through hundreds of residential circuits. He could be

in this area, Coon.

You just killed my son.

Time really does fly when you're having fun.

What's with the time change, Groves?

Glad I caught you in.

I wanted to ask you a question. Whatever happened to Susan Harrison?

First -string quarterback.

Well, weren't you just the biggest man on campus?

My high school yearbook?

First in your class at the academy?

My, my, what an all -around guy.

You were in my father's house.

Yeah, let me tell you, it was pretty creepy.

Did you know your folks have kept your room like a shrine to their number one

son?

If anything happens to my dad, I'll break your throat out!

Relax. I'm not going to ruffle the feathers of the golden goose.

Besides, we've got a good business deal.

I'm warning you, Groves.

Oh, you look at this.

You guys are right at achiever country.

With your chiseled chins and fairly well smiles.

I don't get it.

How'd you end up on a bike?

Squeezy on my dad.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. How much did they pay you, Calloway? What, 50, 60 grand a year

with overtime?

I made that in a month.

I would have got you.

A room without a view at St. Quentin.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea you becoming a cop.

Look where it got you.

Sand, Quentin.

Good one.

I'm hungry.

I'm almost out of cigars.

Well, I'm almost done.

I think I'm done now.

How are we coming with the purse?

We've gone through everything on the computer database already, but we're

to these.

Let's speed it up. We've got less than 12 hours left.

Mr. Calloway, are you willing to pay the ransom?

Of course I am. I thought you said we shouldn't pay.

We're at the stall for time. We pay.

We can trace the money with transmitters, helicopters, that kind of

We should have it in place just in case.

Thank you.

No, I'm not thirsty, Teddy. It's for your pills.

Now, that's very thoughtful of you, son.

Jefferson Malick, released from Soledad June 97, killed in a drive -by July

21st.

Lester Dial, three consecutive life terms in Marion.

Hey, why don't you stop calling and come and visit?

You hungry?

I left you some chow.

Yeah, a little bologna, some white bread. I found it.

Oh, there's some cereal, too. It's in the cabinet.

Hey, Gross, can I ask you something?

I'm sure I got nothing else to do.

Why not a room somewhere, huh?

Why the box? Why bury it underground?

Like Chris Calloway.

You bring a guy like me in, knowing I'd beat a guy to death.

What do you want to do to me?

I want to arrest you.

What do you really want to do?

You want to kill me, right?

That's what separates you and me. I don't hang out in the gutter.

Come on, be honest.

You see vermin and scum day in and day out, and it makes you righteously

indignant. You want to take them out, don't you?

Yeah, okay, I admit it. Sometimes I feel that way.

Well, that's why you're in the box.

It's called revenge, and it is sweet.

You feel it, cop?

You feel the hatred?

Look, I'll sign anything, Elliot. I needed the cash yesterday.

No, don't give me days. Give me hours, Elliot. Hours.

We've got more than that in your bank, Arnold.

So call another branch.

I found one, Lieutenant.

Harling Groves. Two things jump out. He beat a guy to death with a bat.

Like our FBI agent? And he broke out of San Quentin three months ago.

If you get in touch with the warden, I run profile.

I want to know what this guy ate, how he made his bed, which way he parted his

hair.

Read the break.

It's concentrated right here.

Harlan Groves, model prisoner, kept to himself.

Because he was digging a tunnel all by his lonesome. Took him six -plus years.

Sci -Q's 165, two tours in Vietnam, communication specialist.

The kind of guy who would know how to scramble a phone line. And here's

something that sticks out, who's the Garfield Sonata with a weakness for

Yeah, I even got him in prison. When he tunneled out, he left a box on his bed

with a little note for the warden that said, sorry for spoiling your spotless

record.

Don't we know of a place that was selling Cubans on the boardwalk? Yeah, I

caught a kid running them out of a little shop about a month ago.

Find him.

Good work.

Thanks. We're looking for some cigars.

Yeah, sure. The boss has got Haitian... Dominican?

Cuban. No.

I mean, no way. They're illegal.

You and I went through that.

Tack. Dude, come on.

The judge tends to get a little annoyed when you make the same mistake twice.

I'll knock you on your butt. Turn around.

Who's buying Cubans? Okay, there's this guy.

He told me if I talked, he'd rip my eyes out.

Don't worry.

What does he look like?

Refrigerator. Side by side.

Comes by every day. He's got a half kihibas.

That him?

No. Man.

Look, can I go now?

Sure. But there's just one more thing.

What?

I need your job.

Charlie, can I call you? We're going to the water.

Uh -uh.

It's a dedicated line. It only goes one way.

You got phone privileges in jail?

Not on the first day.

You crossed me when you hit 2 ,373. That's going real, Kyle.

I don't know how you did it.

Yeah, I had a goal.

I let nothing distract me from it.

Getting out?

Getting you.

Let me ask you. something out of it my dad pays up you're gonna let me out of

here you're a smart cop you ought to be able to figure that out

May I help you?

The tracking device will hide the money. Then your men will follow it to the

kidnapper.

Hopefully, T .C.

Yes?

Dad?

T .C., are you all right?

I'm fine, Dad. I'm fine. Are you okay?

I'm fine, son. Just fine. I hear you've been in touch with the kidnapper. Is he

there? No, I'm alone.

Look, Dad, I'm going to get out of here, okay? So you don't get too worked up

about things, all right? Okay.

I need to talk to Lieutenant Spalermo.

Spalermo, where are you, T .C.? Buried.

In a trailer under the beach.

Harlan Gross, we're on it.

He ran a phone line down here so he could play with my head.

I finally got it rigged to call out. We're tracing it right now.

Listen, T .C., you have to hold on. Just stay with me.

Tick -tock.

I have the two million dollars.

Four million.

And get two black nylon unstructured bags.

You've got six hours, 42 minutes, and eight seconds.

TC, listen, can you be any more specific on your location?

They took me in a wild goose chase, Tony. I counted it out. I was on and off

road. I could be almost anywhere. As a guest, I'd say I'm somewhere north of

sunset. Anything distinctive about the sand? The color, moisture, any foreign

materials? I'll check.

Lieutenant, can we talk privately?

Right. Claire.

Claire.

It's just not.

How's my dad doing?

He's hanging in.

He's got an irregular heartbeat, Tony.

Take care of him for me, okay?

You got it.

Thanks.

You check the ice cream cart?

I did.

Twice. Dude, chill.

Everything's money, man.

It's not money until I'm in Argentina.

Now check the card.

And don't you stop me, Cojibas. See?

Funny relatives in Groves in Southern California.

I'm already missing the time down to the last second.

Chipmappers like to play it loose.

I mean, I want the money within a day, maybe a few hours at the most.

Down to the last second.

Keep working on it. Okay.

I found surf wax in the sand.

I gotta be buried at Surfer's Beach.

If you're north of Venice, that narrows it down.

TC, how you breathing? How you getting there?

Through a vent that leads outside of my little prison cell.

Food, water?

Enough for a week if I ration. And there's electricity.

This guy told you how much time you have down to the last second.

There's even a digital counter here reminding me.

You know, TC, you're not only in the prison cell, you're on death row.

Rico Hibis, boy.

Whoa, sure.

Hey, where's the regular kid?

Yesterday afternoon.

Well, let me tell you how you and me are going to do business.

I buy.

You sell, but you never tell.

You got me?

I got you. You got me?

I got you.

You go.

I hope Harlan enjoys those.

I don't know no Harlan.

You're under arrest.

south on Speedway. Utility vehicle, license plate number Press SE.

Hey, print pal.

How's the tedium?

At least I'm not on death row.

Oh, yeah.

The ultimate challenge, virtual isolation.

So how does one prepare for the lethal injection?

Better than going down in Texas or Florida strapped to a chair, huh?

My favorite way has always been the gas chamber.

Cyanide?

Cyanide.

Cyanide's an easy way to go.

You know, in the 40s, they toyed with the idea of using chlorine gas.

A much worse way to go. Of course, the other way, it hurts like hell, huh?

I mean, can you imagine trying to hold your breath? Then that mist comes in.

And it starts billowing all around you. And you're trying like hell to hold your

breath, but it's getting harder.

And harder. And finally, you can't hold it anymore. And you've just got to take

a breath.

But instead of oxygen, you get eternity.

Like I said, at least I'm not on death row.

All right.

Hold on a minute still, mate.

What happened to you?

Nothing. What do you mean?

How'd you rip your shirt?

Is my shirt ripped?

Hey, hold on a second, Holland. Come on. What happened?

Cops! Cops? What does that mean? What, a stakeout? No, I just ripped my shirt

getting away, that's all.

What do they know?

Nothing, I swear.

Tell me. They know your name, that's it, but I didn't tell them.

They follow you here?

No way, Holland.

That I am 100 % positive of.

Okay, okay.

Honesty.

That's the only one, honesty.

We're in this together, right? Huh?

Yeah, definitely.

Good. I thought you were pissed.

You know how you get sometimes. I never know what's up.

So, light me up.

Sure thing.

Sorry you had to hear that, champ.

Loose ends. What are you going to do?

I don't even know what I'd do with this much money.

Sure you do.

Take TC to his spa for a month when we get him back.

Buy him a house in Maui.

Get him a Mercedes convertible for his birthday.

Forget the transmitter.

RSFB is registered to a Daryl R. Hughes, 3321 Wintel Avenue, Venice.

Go.

I'm assuming the money's a done deal.

It is. Now, when can I talk to my son?

Restaurant called La Marina.

There's a dumpster in the alley. Leave the bags inside. You've got 30 minutes.

You did three to hold positions.

We've crossed the threshold.

Nobody breaks the cover until this is over.

Be careful.

I'll do my best.

He only has 30 minutes.

Anything? Money hasn't moved.

Chris, any word?

No. Just keep looking.

What's taking so long?

Better check the dumpster again.

This is 136 requesting an ambulance at La Marina Restaurant.

They've got T .C. in point doom.

I found a map at the Hughes place, and it read the receipt for a backhoe.

He's off sea lion's plate.

T .C., you're in point doom. They're on their way. From Venice.

They'll never make it.

Serious invader.

Ambush is on the way.

Chris, I found it. It's a chlorine canister rigged to the timer. I'll get

bomb squad here.

There should be three wires.

Two red, one blue. Three wires, yeah, but they're all white.

They're all white.

Come on, Chris, come on. What did he say?

He doesn't know, TC.

Twelve seconds left. Not enough time to tell you how I feel.

Tell me later.

Pull one of the wires.

T .C.? Rot in hell, cop.

Screw you, Krauts.

T .C.? I'm okay, Chris.

We should probably clear the line.

I know that lowlife is going to call back to see if I'm gone.

I'm not dead right now, so leave me a message after the beep.

Son of a... Buy a rearview mirror, Groves, because I'm going to be in it

rest of your life.

TC, you okay?

I just heard from Groves. Where's the cavalry?

Palermo's on the way. He's got black and whites coming at warp speed.

You better tell him to hurry.

My phone buddy's on his way, too. I can feel it.

I got a visitor. I'll call you back.

The last thing I wanted was for you to end up in the hospital. It wasn't your

fault, T .C.

You gave us all a pretty big scare.

Not half as bad as I gave that doctor who tried to stick a needle in my chest.

And it wasn't a heart attack, right?

No, not even close.

You know, this might not be the time, but my offer still stands.

I'd love to have you in the business.

You and your brother standing side by side, kicking butt with the old man,

Thanks, Dad.

But I break out in a rash any time I get within five feet of a tie.

Well, after seeing your co -workers in action, I'm beginning to understand

They're good people.

Yeah.

Well, then, they deserve you.

All right, baby, this calls for a toast.

You know how to do that, little brother. Yep.

Keep it short and to the point.

Here's to TC.

I love you.

I'd say the same thing, but I got this tear well enough in my eye.

You know, Dad, I've been thinking about something.

Oh, yeah? What's that, Teddy?

Well, if it had been me, how much would you have anted up?

You.

Well,

welcome home, sir.

Take a look around.

Just another day.

She's more than me.

Anybody thinks she is free.

Someday.

What if it's just another day?