All language subtitles for renegade_s03e09_the_late_shift

See, I live on Venus. I'd take you, but
it's in the other direction.

No, I really live on Jupiter.

It's 8501 Jupiter.

Did you have any of that punch? How much
of that punch did you have?

Is there ecstasy in that punch?

No, I don't take drugs.

There is no ecstasy, right?

Uh, Wayne?

Wayne, could you kindly take this lovely
young woman home? She lives on Jupiter.

Wayne, I would like to meet Stephanie.
Stephanie, this is Stately Wayne.

I don't think that I can drive home.

And we wouldn't want you to.

How'd we do tonight?

A little over eight grand.

Great. Listen, it's 3 .30 now. I want
everyone out of here by 5 a .m. I want

place cleared by the time any
construction workers show. Got it. And

you in a few days when I get the next
location, all right?

He was a cop and good at his job, but he
committed the ultimate sin and

testified against other cops gone bad.

Cops that tried to kill him, but got the
woman he loved instead.

Framed for murder, now he prowls the
badlands. An outlaw hunting outlaws. A

bounty hunter.

A Renegade.

Cab driver said she was incoherent when
he picked her up.

That's why he brought her straight to
the hospital.

Is she gonna make it?

She's been out a couple days already.

She wakes up on her own. Doctor said
she's got a good chance of a full

without any brain damage.

Ecstasy?

Yeah. Particularly heavy dose.

Here's her bill jumper.

Donald DeWitt.

destruction of property, illegal
assembly, reckless endangerment, running

entertainment business without a
license?

Yeah, well, you know the DA's office.
They like to pile on charges so they can

plea bargain later. Basically, it's just
a nuisance. But you can see what

happens when things get out of hand.

All this happened in Portland?

Before that, L .A. Before that, Seattle.

This DeWitt character calls himself
Ranger.

Throws these rave parties up and down
the coast.

I got an address from the cab driver.

You know, from what I know about these
parties, they tend to float. He's

probably long gone by now.

Yeah, but Ranger, he likes to work at
town a couple months before moving on.

Listen, let me know how she is tomorrow
morning, will you? Yeah, you bet.

Excuse me.

Sorry, friend. The party was last night.
I hear it was a real scene.

No, I'm looking for the guy who rented
this house last night.

You mean Ranger?

Yeah.

That's a terrible picture of him. I just
love that guy.

Well, wait a second.

This place is trashed. We should see the
inside.

Maybe I'm missing something here.

He left a security deposit, a month's
rent, in advance, in cash.

So you don't expect to hear from him
again?

I don't think that's likely.

What do you think?

Okay, well, look, if he does happen to
call you again, would you do me a favor,

ring me?

Here's my card, and we pay cash, too.

That was Outlaw Blues by Johnny Vaughn
and the Bullets. Before that, it's Bon

Jovi singing Dead or Alive. And if you
can remember three songs back, it was

Clash's version of I Fought the Law.

Now, if you're paying attention, you'd
notice that all three of these songs are

about the same thing.

Fighting the system and losing.

Now, of course, you're supposed to lose
if you're the bad guy. But what happens

if you fight the law and the law wins?

And you're the good guy. I mean, that's
got to be a bitch, right?

I bring all this up because I just saw
this happen to a good guy last month at

trial up in Bay City.

I've been talking about this all week,
but for those of you who were otherwise

engaged, that good guy's name is Reno
Raines.

Reno Raines was accused of killing a cop
in Bay City.

Now, he claims the cop was corrupt and
that he was framed for the murder by

other corrupt police officers.

A scenario that stretches believability
20 years ago, but now seems a little

closer to truth than fiction.

Anyway, the guy gets convicted, he's
sent to prison, and a week later he

escapes, with the help of three brothers
doing long stretches.

And now he's out there again, a fugitive
on the run.

As you all know, I went to his trial up
in Bay City.

I watched, I listened.

And I saw a man convicted of a crime he
did not commit.

Now, I can't say for sure because I
wasn't there the night of the murder,

was this distinct feeling I walked away
with.

Like I said, this is just the opinion of
one lonely voice in the middle of the

night.

More music after a word from my sponsors
who keep me on the air.

My name is Lydia Quantro. The call
letters are KCFT, and this is The Late

Great stuff this week, babe. Really
great.

Let me ask you something.

Is this guy really innocent?

Who knows? Who cares?

Lights up the phone lines. I like that
attitude.

Don't forget the Walmart spot.

I promised them some made goods.

I saw you last night at Club Neo.

I don't think that was me.

You were with that guy with the purple
mohawk.

That definitely wasn't me.

So how come you're not inside?

It's too mild in there.

I want to dance till dawn.

I heard there was a bitchin' rave last
night, but I missed it.

You're not like a cop or anything, are
you?

Yeah, right.

Because that's why I asked you about the
guy with the mohawk.

There is no guy with the mohawk. That
was like a test, you know?

So what do I get if I pass the test?

You get an invitation to a rave.

Because I think you're kind of cute.

It says 96th and Winchester, 10 till 12.

There's a liquor store in the corner,
and there'll be a guy there with a

ponytail. He'll give you the address of
the rave. Cool.

It's going after midnight or so.

Well, why don't they just print the
location on the card?

Because reporters don't want anyone to
know where it's going to be.

Sometimes they don't even know where
it's going to be.

Okay, I'll see you there. Yeah.

Go. Yeah, hi, I need to talk to you. Go
ahead.

It's too bizarre to explain on the
telephone. Listen, I need you to meet me

shopping center. It's at the corner of
14th and McNamara. I need you to meet me

as soon as you can.

I'm on my way.

Margaret, from Poway, you're on the late
shift.

I hope they never catch Reno Ray.

Margaret, you make a lot of sense. Thank
you for calling.

Why is it that so many of you sympathize
with the plight of Reno Raines?

I mean, have we gotten to the point
where we so distrust the system that an

outlaw is that much more appealing?

Or maybe it's because, like Reno Raines,
we have no control of our lives.

A guy like Reno Raines reminds us that
the sweet little illusion we have

of our lives is nothing but smoke.

He's been had by the system.

He's a fugitive.

He just wants his freedom.

I think there's a little of Reno Raines
in all of us.

This is Lydia Quantro.

The late shift continues in a moment.

That's a pretty amazing rap. Where did
she pick up all this stuff?

She said she was at the trial.

You know, apparently she's been on your
case all week, and I think it's a

publicity stunt.

You're probably right.

Damn, what time is it?

11 .45.

I got a lead on a rave party, but I got
to make my connection before midnight.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it. What about
the lady on the radio?

Go see her.

Use your charm and good luck.

I'll call you after I bust Ranger.

Shouldn't take me long.

Excuse me, Ms. Quantro.

I'm an officer of the court. May I speak
to you for a moment, please, outside?

Sure.

I'm Bobby Sixkiller.

A bounty hunter?

Actually, I'm here about Mr. Reno
Raines. Oh?

You see, Ms. Quantro, I've come to ask
you to lay off.

I remember you from the trial.

Why is a bounty hunter harboring a
feature?

Look, Miss Quantro. What exactly is your
connection to Reno Raines? He works for

me from time to time. Miss Quantro, you
said that you thought he was innocent.

What you're doing isn't going to help my
friend's predicament.

Well, it's helping my ratings.

Your ratings is putting my friend in
danger.

You want me to stop talking about Reno
Raines? Have him come down and make the

request in person.

All right.

Hey.

Don't let that guy in.

Turn around and take a hike.

I don't think so.

Oh,

he's out cold.

Don't worry about seeing people.

Anthony here will take your money. Go on
inside.

Nice to meet you, bounty hunter.

I had a visit last night from a man who
told me the truth about Reno Raines, and

basically he confirmed what I've been
talking about all week.

Now, it's not important who this visitor
was, but what is interesting is what he

does for a living.

He's a bounty hunter.

Yes, a bounty hunter. They really do
exist.

And he told me that Reno Raines works
for him.

So this rebel, this outlaw, contemporary
American hero named Reno Raines is

crisscrossing this country, hunting down
criminals and putting them behind bars.

It doesn't really sound like the life of
a fugitive, now does it?

Would a man who's a murderer, an escaped
convict, spend his time bringing others

to justice?

I don't think so.

It's like I said.

Reno Raines is an innocent man. He's on
the right side of the law.

What do you think?

Give me a call at 1 -800 -555 -KCFT.

I'm Lydia Quantro, and we'll be back in
a minute.

What do

you want?

I want to talk to you. I told your
friend Sixkiller I'd lay off.

That's not what I hear on my radio.

How did you get in here?

Over a fence and through a basement
window.

I want to ask you something.

Do you think I'm innocent?

Or is this all just a publicity stunt?

It sells.

So you pick a topic and talk about it
with no regard for the truth?

That's my job.

Let me tell you about my job.

My job is to try to find enough evidence
to clear my name before a dirty cop

named Dutch Dixon puts a bullet in my
back.

You're making his job a lot easier.

I almost believe you.

The truth has that effect on people.

Well, maybe all this publicity is going
to reopen your case.

It'll get me killed.

You try to think about that between beer
commercials.

I think you better get out of here.

Sometimes my boss works late.

Try to keep the station on the air till
the end of your show.

I'll consider what you're saying, but I
don't make promises.

And I suggest you leave the same way you
came in.

What the hell do you want? I'm busy in
here.

I'm just battling the computer.

Thought you'd want to see this, Dutch.

Radio station in San Diego is
broadcasting love letters about your

Raines, hailing him as some sort of
outlaw American hero.

Let me see that.

What, are they kidding with this crap?

Why don't you fly down there?

Set the record straight.

Lydia Quantro here, coming to you live
from Bayline Park. Now... Bobby

is a man who claims he knows Reno
Raines.

Now, that's not saying much, since just
about everybody else in San Diego County

has been claiming the same thing for the
last week.

So I'm going to ask you straight, Bobby,
and I want a straight answer.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Well, I've gotten a lot of calls from
people who think he's in San Diego.

Yes, well, he's not.

Well, if you don't know where he is,
then how do you know he's not here in

Diego?

That was very good. That was very good.
But, um, you see, the last time I heard

from him, he was in Vancouver, British
Columbia.

Looks like they think you're covering
for your friend.

Uh, what do they want me to do? They
want me to turn him in.

All right. Well, let's cut to the chase.

You believe your friend is innocent?

No, I know he's innocent.

Good. Then why don't you bring him down
here and let him prove it?

Because I don't know where he is.

Well, he's stonewalling us, folks. But
that's okay.

I want to thank you, Bobby Sixkiller.

And we will be right back after a few
words from the people who pay our bills.

Listen,

he's over there behind the mirror. He
wants to talk to you.

And, uh, thanks for the interview.

Excuse me. Pardon me. Thank you very
much.

I'm going to take one of these.

Thank you.

Hey, look at this.

Huh? Look at that. Do you believe this?

There's something that seems like crazy
out there. I'm going to call my attorney

and have them file a cease and desist
because we're not getting a piece of

Did you talk to her?

Well, yeah, I did while she was fanning
the flames. Did you get another

invitation to one of those rave parties?

Look out, Mountain Drive.

He's going to go back there?

Must be a budget consideration.

Here she comes. I'll stand and look out.

Is it safe for you here?

It's not safe for me to be anywhere,
thanks to you.

Look, I thought a lot about what you
said the other night.

And?

And I think we have something in common.

What exactly?

Either of us have a life.

Is this going to be one of your raps?

Where are you going with this?

Nowhere. I mean it.

Can't help wondering what life is like
for you out there.

I get by.

Well, I go to bed late.

I have insomnia, so I don't sleep much
during the day.

Then I come back to the station at
night.

And I started watching you in that
courtroom, day after day.

Why start talking about me now?

The trial was months ago.

Couldn't get you out of my head.

Tried to tell myself it was a hook for
ratings.

But now I'm not so sure.

Lady, you have the strangest moves I've
ever seen.

I mean, one second you're trying to hang
me, the next second you're trying to

seduce me.

Which do you like better?

No contest.

Look, I have to go to work.

I'm going to a rave party.

You really go to a rave party?

No, I'm trying to bust the guy who puts
him on.

He was responsible for putting a 20
-year -old girl in the hospital. She's

to be alive.

Wow, genuine hero speak.

I think for a moment I even heard John
Wayne.

Sorry.

Don't be.

Look, here's my home number.

Call me tonight. I want to see you.

I've got to get back in the air.

That's Reno Raines.

That's the guy on the radio.

Great ravemeister and talk radio star,
where is my bounty?

I don't know.

He's still out there somewhere, planning
parties and renting houses.

Oh, so I take it the second rave went as
well as the first.

No, no, no. This time I got to crowd
surf.

Excuse me? Believe me, it's not
recommended for anybody over 30 or

Yeah, well, what do you want to do now?

I don't know, but there's one thing
about this case that really bothers me.

Just one thing?

Ranger recognized me. He knows who I am.
Well, that's because you're a big -time

celebrity star.

I'm a celebrity on the radio. Nobody
knows what I look like, but he spotted

twice and knew my name.

Well, that is odd.

I'm going to talk to Lydia. I think she
might be coming around.

What do you want, Frank? I'm right in
the middle of the show.

Lydia Quantro, meet Lieutenant Dutch
Dixon.

I'm sure you recognize him from the
trial.

What's your connection to Reno Raines?

I don't have a connection. I just talk
about him on the radio.

So you've never met him?

Well, I've never met Bill Clinton, but I
talk about him.

Frank, I don't have time to be
interrogated. Is there anything else you

Yes, there is.

I want you to put this man on the air
with you.

Thank you for having me on your program
because it gives me a chance to set the

record straight for you and for your
listeners.

Reno Raines is guilty of the murder of a
police officer.

But there are so many questions. Excuse
me.

You've had your chance for a couple of
weeks. How about giving me five minutes?

Okay. Buzzy Burrell was that police
officer, and he was my partner, and he

my friend. I don't know how many of your
listeners have lost a loved one due to

a violent crime, but it's not easy.

I spent most of my waking hours with
Buzzy Burrell. He used to come over to

house on holidays. He'd sit under my
tree on Christmas morning and open

with my children.

He was a damn fine police officer and a
damn fine friend.

Is this where I cue the violence?

Murder's always a heinous act.

But the murder of a police officer,
somebody who's willing to put his life

the line day after day for you and for
me, well, that's the most heinous act of

all. You know, anybody who'd be willing
to kill a police officer has lost the

distinction between right and wrong. And
in the state of California, that's the

definition of insanity.

Well, that certainly has our phone lines
lit up like the Christmas tree in

Dutch's living room.

Hi, you're on the air with Lydia Quantro
and the Lieutenant Dutch Dixon of the

Bay City Police Department.

You know, Lydia, I was wondering when
you were going to have someone with some

sense on this issue.

This guy make sense to you?

Hey, come on. Why don't you let him
talk?

Yeah, Lydia, come on.

You're so far to the left with this
innocent man rap, you can't even see the

truth. This Reno Raines is a criminal,
pure and simple. He killed a cop. He was

convicted of the crime.

Forget jail. He should go to the gas
chamber.

I heard the whole thing.

That man is so slimy. He did make my
skin crawl.

You did a good job with him.

You know, I tried to feed in more calls
in support of you, but once you get a

cop on the air, every right -wing macho
nutburger gets on the phone. It's okay.

It's over.

I almost quit tonight.

Oh, don't do that.

I'm so sick of people like McKinley
telling me to put on the air.

Hey, forget about McKinley.

What you do, he could only dream of
doing.

You say that this is a job, that you do
it for the ratings, but I don't believe

you. I think you do it because it's
something that you feel you need to.

Dixon said something tonight that really
unnerved me.

Yeah, what's that?

Well, at the end of the show, he looks
me right in the eye, and he said the

time I hear about Reno Raines, it'll be
a news report on his death.

Well, that hasn't happened yet, has it?

I'm just, I woke up, and I'm asleep.

Come on, Reno, come on. Pick it up, pick
it up.

Yeah? Hey, buddy, we just got a lucky
break.

I got a call from Harriet Porter at
Screen Door Realty.

Donald DeWitt just rented another place.

Great. Where?

Down at the beach, 5001 Ocean Front
Road.

I'm right near there.

Listen, as soon as you nail this guy, I
want you to call me because I don't want

to spend any more time in San Diego than
I have to. You got it? You got it.

Good morning.

Good afternoon.

I thought you never slept.

I don't know. Maybe you cured me.

I hope that's a compliment.

I'm afraid I have to go to work.

So early?

It's only three in the afternoon.

Just wait here.

I'd love to, but I got a lead on a
ranger.

The sooner I nail him, the sooner I...
The sooner you hit the road.

Sorry. I didn't mean it like that.

But it's the truth.

Yeah.

We both did that.

Looks like we got company.

What's going on?

Looks like Dixon has you staked out.

Oh, my God. Does he know you're here?

No. If he did, he'd have kicked the door
in by now.

Listen, go out and get your newspaper.

My bike's parked in the alley. I'll make
a getaway while he's looking at you.

Okay. See you later.

Well, we can put the DJ in the corner,
but I don't know how we're going to cram

all those people in here.

Let the apartment spill out on the
beach.

What about the neighbors?

Just another beat party in there.

Oh, well, last night in town, I might as
well go for it.

Hey, maybe we could have a theme. How
about beach blanket oingo boingo?

How about the endless bummer?

You're one pesky little bounty hunter,
man. What is your deal?

You're my deal. You're going to jail.
Oh, no, no, no. Jail sucks.

Food is beyond belief.

You ever been inside?

As a matter of fact, I have. Oh, you
have, haven't you? Hey, slow down a

Ace. Aren't you the least bit curious as
to how I recognized you at that party

the other night?

As a matter of fact, I am.

Well, I'll give you a hint.

My real name's not Ranger.

I know. It's Donald DeWitt.

No, no, that's not it either.

It's Dixon.

So?

Donald Dixon.

Junior.

I think you know my dad.

Most people call him Dutch.

You're Dutch Dixon's kid?

Yes, I am.

Pray, just pray, man. You got him.

Get this.

He claims his real name is Donald Dixon
Jr.

Dandy, I'm Dolly Parton. Think what you
want, Dolly. Your name's DeWitt.

Says he changed it the minute he turned
18.

Why?

Would you want to be Donald Dixon Jr.?
All right.

Prove it. Convince me.

Oh, God. All right.

Let's see. My dad is 53 years old. His
birthday is March 18th. He's got...

Black hair. It's going more than a
little gray. It's got this goatee action

going on, too, but mine looks better.

So far, I haven't heard anything you
couldn't have picked up from trial

coverage. Oh, you want personal?

Okay. Um,

hey, Christmas, when I was 13 years old,
you know what my dad gave me? An

ashtray. He got me seeking a smoke
behind the garage, and he ripped it out

mouth, and he gave me that look like he
was going to beat the crap out of me.

Does this little anecdote have a point?

Hey, I'm getting there, okay?

Anyway, so he didn't beat the crap out
of me. He said, I'm not going to punish

you. Santa Claus is.

So the next morning I wake up, and it's
Christmas, and my brother gets this

great new Stingray bike, and my sister
gets Ken and Barbie's dream house, and I

get an ashtray.

You're breaking my heart.

All right, try this.

My dad's about as corrupt as they come.

He had this lockbox he used to keep in
the den behind this panel. One day I

stole the thing I got in his car, drove
away, got a crowbar, opened it up. You

know what was inside?

Eighty grand in cash.

Eight?

Then what'd you do?

Well, first off, I spent a grand, paid
two guys to beat the crap out of him.

Best money I ever spent.

You know, I just love this family.

Then I took the rest of the money, and I
had this party that started at 8 .30

that night and ended in about, oh, 1992.

By then, I'd met Stately Wayne, and the
two of us decided, rather than financing

everyone else's raves, we'd just start
our own, and so we went into business

together. Okay, so let's say he is
Donald Dixon, Jr., okay?

What do you want to do about it? Well,
seniors got Lydia under surveillance.

Oh, that's just great. Just great. You
know, we also have another problem. Take

a look at this. Now everyone in San
Diego knows what you look like. There's

three -hour mysterious traffic jam at
the Mexican border.

Five to the 805 to L .A. as well. And
I'm telling you, they're not looking for

illegal immigrants.

I'll tell you what.

Give Dixon Sr. a call.

Maybe Junior here can stall us, buy us a
little time.

I'll say my goodbyes and head out of
town via the desert. Got it.

Hey, don't I get a vote in this?

No.

I'm going to work now, Lieutenant.

Try and keep up. I'm going to take the
163 north and then get off on Balboa.

Have a nice day.

Dixon. Who's your favorite bounty
hunter, Dutch?

Bobby Sixkiller.

What do you want?

This better be important, Sixkiller.

Well, there's somebody here that'd like
to say hello to you, Dutch.

Hi, Dad.

Who's this guy?

Come on, Dutch, just tell him who I am.
Make him let me go.

You mean to tell me this is not your
son?

I never saw this creep before in my
life.

What kind of scam are you trying to
pull?

Ranger?

Questions, comments, rebuttal?

He's lying just to get back at me. Come
on, just tell him the truth, Dad.

Yeah, well, the truth is I don't have
time for this masquerade.

My mistake.

Looks like you're going back to jail
here, Ranger.

Do whatever you like with it.

Oh, yeah, and Bobby, you see your buddy
Reno Raines?

Tell him I shoved his popularity through
the floor of San Diego, will you?

Believe that? My own flesh and blood.

Know what your problem is, Ranger?

You tell so many lies you can't even
keep track of them.

Oh, yeah, I've got to work on that.

No, listen, Woody, they're working a
song.

Reno Raines is here. I can smell him.

Get me two black and whites as a backup,
and then get on the horn to the San

Diego PD.

I need to know the instance that Donnie
is booked.

Get me a list of his charges.

Not a word of this to his mother, okay?
Call me back.

That's Reno Rain.

Reno, what's happening?

Want to party, dude?

Hi, Bobby Sixkiller, Sixkiller
Enterprises.

I got one Donald DeWitt, a one from San
Francisco, and a bonus sketch. I'm sure

he's wanted somewhere.

Park him on the bench while we pull the
paperwork.

Got it. I'll be right with you.

Just a few thoughts about last night's
visit from Lieutenant Dutch Dixon of the

Bay City Police Department because so
many of you seem to respond so strongly

the sentiments he was expressing.

What the police officer failed to
mention was his own long personal

ignoring the rights of suspects or the
fact that three perpetrators in his

custody have committed suicide over the
years or the fact that he himself...

was the target of a corruption
investigation in 1990.

Or the fact that he is obsessed with
Reno Raines, pure and simple.

I know this because the lieutenant has
been following me since he arrived in

Diego. He thinks because I talk about
Reno Raines on the air, I must be hiding

the fugitive in my bedroom.

Well, that seemed to get your attention.

Tom and Chula Vista, you're on the late
shift.

Thank you.

You got a want that came in from up
north on a DeWitt Donald?

Yeah, it came in a half hour ago.

Lieutenant Don Dixon, Bay City PD. I'm
here to handle the transfer. The

paperwork should be coming through any
minute on your fax.

No problem, Lieutenant.

You want that other guy?

Tate? Wainar?

No. Why don't you let him rot in his
cell?

Destruction of property.

Illegal assembly.

Reckless endangerment.

One in an entertainment business without
a license.

Misdemeanors. For this, we gotta jump
bail. Oh, what are you, disappointed

murder charges or robbery or extortion?

Be the best at whatever it is you do,
son.

What did I ever do to deserve this, huh?
Wasn't I a good father to you growing

up? Do I gotta hear this again?

I tell you what, just shoot me, okay?
Just shoot me in the head.

I don't wanna live if I gotta hear this.
No, I gotta hire an attorney to get rid

of these charges. Oh, I don't need your
charity. Just drop me off in the next

corner. I'll be fine.

Now that you're coming back to Bay City,
you're going to straighten yourself

out. Straighten myself out? I'm 30 years
old. I'm not in high school anymore.

Well, you still have time to make
something of yourself.

Are you going to lecture me on clean
living and the American dream?

Hey, look, everything I did, I did for
you and for your brother and for your

little sister and your mother. Oh, God,
we're all touched.

You don't get it, do you? I mean,
everybody's out getting a piece of the

American dream except guys like me who
pledge to protect it.

Bravo.

Tell you what.

I'm just trying to grab a little piece
of it myself.

Go get the car.

This evening I have in the studio a very
special visitor.

A person you'd all probably like to talk
to, but has asked that I not give him a

call. He is the object of your
adoration, sympathy, and scorn.

I sit across the console from Reno
Raines. Hi, Lydia.

Thanks for having me.

This is Don Dixon, Bay City PD.

Catch me through to the San Diego
police. I want to put out an APB on a

For those of you who don't believe me, I
can tell you. It's him.

In fact, I'm looking at his wanted
flyer, and the resemblance is

That must have a lot on you, Dad.

Haven't seen you this determined since
Uncle Dave took your Mercedes without

asking. Shut up, Don.

Come on, Dad.

I can do better than that.

Why don't I just get out of your hair
altogether?

See ya.

Damn it!

Hatred.

That's the thing I have to fight every
day.

Keep it from eating me alive, because
someday I'll be free. And when that day

comes, I don't want to wind up turning
into some twisted, hate -filled monster.

Back for another guest spot, Lieutenant?

And I still believe it can be the
noblest profession in the world. Where

Despite the depraved corruption of Dutch
Dixon.

You're under arrest for harboring a
fugitive.

Oh, I guess you missed the first part of
the broadcast, where I mentioned that

he was holding a gun to my head during
the interview.

We got dead air here. Where the hell is
all that noise?

The lieutenant here was just offering a
rebuttal to the truth.

In the good news, bad news file, my
station has elected not to press charges

against Lieutenant Dutch Dixon for
destruction of property.

For this, he shows his gratitude by
insisting to my management that I am

harboring the heinous cop killer Reno
Raines. What do you think?

Harry from Bay City, you're on the late
shift.

I've been listening to your show all
week.

And I gotta say that this guy Reno
Raines is not a pretty good friend, but

had one through.

You agree with Dutch Dixon?

Do you think Reno Raines is hiding in
the floorboards of my house?

Harry?

Nah.

I think he's on the road somewhere.

Alone.

Wishing he had a place to go home to at
night.

With a family that he could call his
own.

I knew he was a good person at heart.

I hope someday he can.