All language subtitles for the_sentinel_s03e10_dead_certain

Good night. I'm defensive.

Truth is, nothing much ever happens here
in Pinecrest.

Out of nowhere, this guy drops onto the
roof of her car. What we got is one

seriously traumatized corpse. Cassie
Wells. No tape of her either.

She's smart. She's aggressive.

Try pushing. You're under arrest,
Steven.

Police! Freeze!

Nothing ever happens at Pinecrest, huh?

In the jungles of Peru, the fight for
survival heightens its intensity.

Now, Detective James Ellison is a
sentinel in the fight for justice.

Seeing before others see.

Sensing what others can't.

An ever -vigilant watchman.

In war against crime.

Now this woman was on her way home from
work when out of nowhere this guy drops

onto the roof of her car from this
bridge up above.

That's quite a surprise.

Anybody see him jump? Nobody saw
anything.

It was closed for a road look. I just
talked to the bridge supervisor.

The road crew was down at the south end
of the span when the guy jumped. Cassie

Wells. New chief in forensics. Oh, I got
a memo.

Yeah, today's my first day with the
Cascade PD.

Not the first day in forensics. I used
to work at the San Francisco police.

Detective Ellison.

Detective Brown. Nice to meet you.

You got an ID on the victim?

Oh, none that I could find. His pockets
were empty. You went through the

victim's pockets before the detective on
the scene?

I was here first.

What? What, is there a problem?

Well, in the future, I'd appreciate it
if you waited for one of us to get here

before you touch anything.

This looks like some... Mud.

Mixed in with some kind of fiber.

Carpet, maybe.

I already took the scraping.

So what do you guys think?

Accident, suicide, or murder?

Why don't you tell us your theory?

I'm assuming you have.

I do.

The fence on the bridge, too high to
accidentally fall over. As for suicide,

haven't been able to find a car parked
anywhere nearby, so it looks like he

didn't drive here. The carpet fibers on
his shoes indicate he didn't walk here

on his own.

Besides, it's pretty chilly out and all
he's got on is a T -shirt.

All things considered, I think somebody
took him up on that bridge and threw him

off.

You've got all the pieces of the puzzle
right in line, don't you?

There's just one thing.

What's that? Well, the bridge was
closed, so there's nowhere to park in

North End.

And what your theory is suggesting is
the killer parked on the south end. He

carried the body past the work crew
without anybody noticing.

Well, maybe the crew was on a break or
something.

Oh, good point. And you are?

I said I don't. Okay, let's go with the
work crew on the break theory, shall we?

So the killer carries the victim, who's
got to weigh 200 pounds, give or take,

up to the bridge to throw him over to
meet his death.

Why?

Why what? Why go through all that
trouble?

I mean, if you're going to kill
somebody, there's got to be an easier

wouldn't you think?

What are you saying? It's not murder?
I'm just saying your theory has all the

pieces.

But it doesn't make sense.

Let's take a look at the bridge.

Workman, we're on a break, huh?

How could she resist that?

We found him.

But so did the cops.

Hi, folks. Dan?

In here.

Hi, guys.

Thought I'd sit in on the autopsy.

Hey, Jim. Blair?

Haven't seen you down here since that
autopsy last year, the one where you

passed out.

Well, uh, I was new back then. I'm
thinking that maybe I can handle it now.

What are we looking at, Dan?

What we got is one seriously traumatized
corpse.

Your report says he fell from the
Cascade Narrows Bridge onto a parked

That's right, yeah.

In my estimation, that wouldn't account
for the massive physical damage he

suffered. Maybe he was beaten before he
fell.

It's possible, but it'd have to be one
hell of a beating. We're talking every

major bone broken, every major organ
shattered, arteries and blood vessels

burst. Take a look.

Oh, that's beautiful.

See what I mean?

Good thing we were able to get
fingerprints.

Even his own mother wouldn't be able to
ID him.

Do you always come to the autopsy?

Oh, well, it depends on the case. I find
this one particularly interesting,

don't you?

You know, Wells... Cassie, that is too
formal. I hate formality.

Okay, Cassie. Do you mind if I call you
Jim?

No, no, not at all. Do I make you
nervous, Jim?

Because I'm definitely getting the
feeling I'm making you nervous.

Hey, Cassie, I'm sure you're very good
at your job. You know, I'm really glad

hear you say that, because from what I
can tell, you are really good at your

job, too. I know we're going to do some
great work together.

Anyway, about our John Doe. I was
thinking that maybe we should check out

tourist information, because this guy's
shoes were made in Milan, and his belt

had one of those little Paris labels on
it. You know, I really enjoy your

enthusiasm. I want you to know that.

Uh -huh.

But?

But you're not a detective.

And you feel like I'm stepping on your
toes here, right? A little, yeah.

You know, it's funny, because I thought
that this job was about solving crimes,

but what it's really about is ego and
turf.

Ego, that's not it at all. Did it ever
occur to you that I might have something

valuable to offer here?

You know, you don't have to carry a gun
and a badge to solve a crime. All I'm

trying to say here... I know what you're
trying to say.

I had hoped things would be different
here in Cascade.

Watch out for the she -devil around the
corner.

All right, all right. So she's a little
eager.

Try pushy.

Look, why don't you give her a break?
She's been here less than 48 hours. From

what I understand, she's very good at
her job.

I wish she would do her job instead of
trying to do my job.

Ah, come on. She's all right.

She's smart. She's aggressive.

She knows what she wants.

Personally, I kind of like her. Okay, D
'Artagnan, why don't you just back off

on this one? You've already dated half
the eligible women in the department.

Leave her alone, okay?

Why don't you give her a break?

I mean, you know how it is. Captain
Banks, excuse me for interrupting, but I

think there's something that you and
Detective Ellison should see.

Come on in.

Dr. Wolf said that the physical damage
to our John Doe was so intense that a

physical identification would be
difficult.

I've got this new computer program that
I've been beta testing, and it's

designed exactly for this kind of
situation.

Okay, so here's what it does.

It builds a three -dimensional
recreation of the victim's face.

based on data extrapolated from
measurements of the skull.

So, you know, you add a known hair
color, skin type, etc.

You know, I've seen computer modeling
used to reconstruct early hominids based

on skull fragments, but, man, never with
this level of sophistication. That's

incredible. Yeah, it's pretty cool,
isn't it?

Obviously, there's room for error here,
but I think this is a pretty good

facsimile of what our John Doe looked
like before he died.

Oh, I'd say that was a pretty impressive
piece of police work.

Wouldn't you, Jim?

I'd also think that you'd want to get a
copy of that picture over to the medical

examiner as soon as possible.

Dan?

Hello, anybody here?

Maybe they're out to lunch.

Why don't we just leave the
reconstruction on the table?

I hear breathing.

guys. They took the body. What body?

John Doe.

And they grabbed all the files,
including the fingerprints.

They just ran out. I'll send somebody
back for you.

The body was totally incinerated, sir.

Unfortunately, so were the M .E.'s
files.

So all the fingerprints are gone.

Yeah, and Wolf didn't even have a chance
to send them off to the FBI.

What about the vehicle?

It was stolen from an impound yard
earlier this morning.

This committee's going to an awful lot
of trouble to keep us from finding out

who our John Doe really is.

Well, maybe they're scared if we find
out who he is, we'll find out who they

are. You know, there are times when the
kid actually sounds like a cop.

Yeah.

Look, we're at a dead end here, Jim.

You know what that means.

Back to the beginning, sir, yes.

Watch yourselves out there.

Whoever these guys are, they've already
killed one person. I don't think they'd

mind killing a cop.

Or an anthropologist.

See, the problem with the crime scene is
you got cops, bystanders.

reporters, what have you, you come back
during the day and there's nobody

around, it's a whole lot different,
wouldn't you say?

He looks the same to me, man.

What about the bridge?

That pretty much looks the same, too.

You're looking, but you're not seeing
shit.

Let's suppose our killer takes John Doe
onto the bridge. He knocks him out and

he tosses him over the side. He hurtles
100 feet through the air and he lands

right here on top of the car. You don't
have a problem with that?

Well, that guy'd have to be pretty
strong. Or have a catapult to get him

those wires, huh?

Exactly.

What is it?

I'm not sure.

Come on.

It's a man's suit coat.

Looks like it matches our John Doe's
pants.

It's with Franks.

You all right?

European passport.

Jean Duval from Marseille, France.

I'd say this is our John Doe.

How much are you doing a quarter of a
mile away from where he fell?

Fell out of an airplane?

When I was in military, Captain, we were
doing parachute training.

This poor kid's chute didn't open one
time.

His body was so badly mangled they
wouldn't let us look at him.

It broke every bone in his body.

which would explain why the body missed
the telephone wires at the bridge and

why the jacket was so far away.

I mean, the Winsby could account for
that, could have just torn it right off,

and also why the body was so physically
traumatized. We checked with the

airport. There were no scheduled flights
at the time of the incident over the

crime scene. Which means that it was an
illegal flight and probably below radar.

What do we know about Jean Duval?

Well, U .S. Immigration has no record of
issuing him a visa. I have a phone call

into the police in Marseille.

Here's another interesting piece to our
puzzle.

Just before you came in, I had a visit
from your new favorite forensics chief.

Miss Wells.

She ran an analysis on that soil sample
found on the bottom of Duval's shoe.

Appears it had high traces of iron and
copper, definitely not from around

Cascade. Where would it be from, sir?

According to her report, the only place
that fits the profile is an area east of

Lake Quincy, the Watumsa Basin.

Watumsa.

Watumsa Basin, sir. Yeah, I did some
research on the Watumsa Indians a couple

years back.

There's not much out there. I mean,
there's some farmland and a couple of

abandoned copper mines, but that's about
it.

The breadth of your knowledge never
ceases to amaze me.

Oh, wait a minute. You know what? I'm
wrong.

There is a town out there, a really
small one, out in the middle of nowhere.

Pine something. Pine tree, pine saw, I
don't know, something.

Pinecrest? Yeah, yeah, that's it.

Pinecrest. So a Frenchman falls out of a
plane over Cascade with dirt on his

shoes from a place 200 miles away.

I think it's time for a road trip,
Chief. Thank you, sir.

The police hasn't changed much.

Yeah, places like this usually don't.

You know, small towns like this are
really just modern -day variations of

organizations like the mayors, the
chief, the...

Doctors and medicine men, the police or
the lawgivers and the warriors.

God, I remember the last time I was
here, there was this sheriff with his

hanging out over his belt there and old
geezers looked like an extra from

delivery.

I'm Sheriff McNeil. How can I help you?

I'm Detective Allison with the Cascade
Police Department.

This is Blair Sandberg.

Cascade PD.

Well, we sure must be on your popularity
list today.

Hi there. I was just telling Captain
McNeil about our John Doe case.

I've got to say, he doesn't look
familiar.

Well, what Miss Wells isn't aware of is
that we've already made a tentative

identification. You have?

Yes, his name is Duval. He's a French
national.

I don't suppose you have any idea why or
if he'd been in the area recently.

I sure don't. If I could keep this, I'd
be glad to ask him around.

I hope you don't mind if we do some
checking around ourselves.

Not at all.

Though, frankly, I think you're wasting
your time.

Truth is, nothing much ever happens here
in Pinecrest.

I was just assisting on the
identification of a corpse. What's wrong

When does a forensics chief drive 200
miles to confer with local law

enforcement? I thought you might be too
busy to come out here. I was trying to

save you some time.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Because I thought you might say no.

Yeah, I probably would have.

I'm sorry.

Come on, Jim.

She's just trying to help us out, man.

Well, this isn't some competition to see
who can solve the case first.

You're not a detective.

I know I'm not a detective. You don't
have to keep saying that.

Why don't you just go to the academy
like everybody else? You may make it

on yourself.

I can't.

I tried.

Hey, are you all right?

I have asthma.

They won't let me in the academy.

Sorry, you know, I just... Hey!

Hold it!

Hey! Stop!

Police!

Nothing ever happens at Pinecrest, huh?

Named Tom Baldocchi.

Only been in town a few weeks.

Seen him around.

Never talked to him, though.

Let me take a look at this.

What'd you do with the body?

Oh, County Corner's way over in Lake
Quincy, so we took it over to our local

clinic.

Thanks. I appreciate that. I'd like to
examine the body, if I may.

I'm sure Doc Morrow wouldn't mind if we
dropped by.

I'm going to wait right here.

Suit yourself.

Let's go, Wells.

Come in.

Stephen.

These are the detectives from Cascade.

Stephen Morrow.

Good to meet you both.

Hey.

Sondra, would you mind telling Mr.
Eccles I'll be with him in about ten

Yes, Doctor.

So, you're the big city detectives. I'm
Detective Ellison, and this is Miss

Wells.

Whole town's talking about you.

Yeah, hasn't been this much excitement
around here since Bob Haskell said that

aliens abducted his cow.

Everybody knows Bob Haskell drinks too
much of his own home brew.

Oh, maybe.

Maybe. But they never did find that cow,
now, did they?

Body's in the back where I keep my
medical supplies.

I turned the air conditioning on full
blast to keep the body from decomposing.

Sure, it's plenty cold in here.

Anything I can get you?

No, I think we have everything we need.
Thank you.

I'm going to take the pictures first.

What camera is that?

Oh, it's a digital camera.

It doesn't use any film.

What do you think I'm next, guns without
bullets? Huh.

We can forget about fingerprints.

They've been surgically removed.

Yep, you're right.

That's not the only surgery he's had.
You see these scars around his eyes and

his ears here?

Some up by the hairline, too.

Facelift, right?

I'd say more like complete
reconstructive surgery.

This chin, this is an implant here. This
jawline's been reconstructed. My guess

is that's not the original nose. What
would you say, doctor?

Well, I'm no plastic surgeon, but in my
professional opinion, I'd have to agree.

This man's had a lot of facial work
done.

Now, if you went to all the trouble to
change his look, it's a pretty good bet

that the ID is fake, too.

I said some kind of surgical procedure
on his forearm as well.

What is it?

It feels like a tattoo that's been
removed.

Of a upside -down cross and a star.

I feel something, but how can you
possibly make out what that is?

Well, whoever it is, we know he's done a
little time.

This was a prison gang tattoo.

Thanks, Ethan.

Yeah, thanks, Doc.

Appreciate your time. Thanks a lot. I'm
glad I could help.

How much do they know? A hell of a lot
more than they should.

What do you want to do? We've got a
client coming in.

It's too late to cancel now.

Afterward, we just lay low and hope it
all blows over.

What if they get too close?

Then we handle it.

That's what I pay you for, isn't it?

Is this yours?

Yep.

I took out the old engine, put it on
from an old Porsche, had to rebuild

Very impressive.

Okay, look what I got in here.

Spectrographic analyzer. Full lab
capabilities.

And we got one of those little portable
x -ray machines.

I got more stuff in here than the
department forensic man had.

Some of it I built myself. Some of it
I'm testing for some manufacturing.

Excuse me.

Yeah, Allison.

Ken, I just got a call from Peter Pohl.
Our dead man, Jean Duval, he was one of

theirs. Duval worked for him.

Well, he disappeared two weeks ago in
Switzerland while he was working on a

case. You ever hear of Luquine?

The terrorist who was involved in that
bombing in Paris last year.

The ball had been trailing him for
months. Last week, he followed a lead to

Geneva, and then he vanished.

So how'd he end up in Cascade?

Well, I think you'd better find out.

Hey, Jim, you should come here and take
a look at this.

I took a photo of Baldacchi, and I
programmed in the adjustment for the

to his nose and his jawline.

What do you think?

You know what?

If you're right about that tattoo, I can
modem his picture up to some of the

prisons in the Northwest. Somebody might
recognize him. That's a good idea.

Nice work.

Does that mean I can stay?

Oh, come on. Just give me a chance. You
know what? You guys need me on this

case.

Just give me a chance, okay? If I get in
the way, you can send me home.

All right. Deal.

Excuse me. The only airport around here
is way over in Lake Quincy, right?

Except for Bob Leland's.

Bob Leland's? He runs a crop dusting
service.

He's got this little airfield north of
town.

It's a dirt strip, really.

Wow. Look at that.

Screens like this, man. Beautiful.

That's when flying was flying, you know?
Wind in your hair, heart in your

throat, hugs in your teeth.

Yeah, I suppose.

Hello?

Hello? The windows are blacked out.

Weird.

It's pretty strange.

Looking for something?

Yeah, afternoon.

Are you the owner?

Maybe. We were just wondering how much
you charge for your services.

You don't look like farmers.

Actually, we were looking for someone to
fly us into Cascade.

Why? Business.

I can't help you.

You fellas have a nice day.

We'll pay cash.

I don't need the business.

Friendly.

That's funny.

When is it?

Well...

That's the beautiful thing about these
biplanes, is they can land and take off

on a dime. But, I mean, check it out.
Look how big his runway is.

Look at that.

Check out

these

tracks.

Something's landed here, all right. You
see these double lines?

Something a lot bigger than that crop.

Well,

come on.

Yeah.

Hey, Cassie, can you see what you can
pull up for a guy named Bob Leland and

find out whatever you can on his crop
dusting business?

Okay, but first, let me show you this.
Come here.

You were right about Bob Docky.

His real name's Ray Loomis. He was
paroled in January from Dulmut

And for what?

Get this.

Seven years ago, Loomis went to jail for
his involvement in an organ transplant.

They were smuggling foreigners into the
States, drugging them, taking out their

kidneys, and selling them on the black
market.

Who else was involved?

Um, the ringleader was a doctor named
Vern Delanian, released from prison last

year. Can you bring up his record? Yeah,
easy.

You know, I remember reading about that.

They bring in these foreigners, and they
promise them jobs and a new life, and

the next thing they'd know, they'd end
up in some alley with one of their

kidneys gone. I mean, could you believe
that?

Here comes... Vernon Charles Delaney.

Wait a minute, isn't that... Pinecrest's
finest physician himself, Dr. Stephen

Morrow.

Do you know what you're saying?

People around here love Doc Morrow. I
just can't believe he's a criminal.

Oh, what about this?

So there's a resemblance. A resemblance.
Look, I'm not going to put a man in

jail based on a photograph.

Why don't you just bring him in for
fingerprints?

I don't have to. Got him right here.

Took him last spring when the doc
applied for his hunting license.

They don't match.

So, you think she switched them?

I don't know.

Something about this whole thing just
doesn't sit right with me.

So what are we going to do now?

Well, first I've got to put a call into
Interpol about Jean Duval. Then you and

I have to go have another talk with Dr.
Morrow.

Oh, great. Well, while you guys are
doing that, I'll go check out the

at Leland's. No, I think right now is a
good time for you to head back to

Cascade. What?

Why? Because I've got a funny feeling
about this place. If something gets

around here, I don't want you to get
hurt.

Look. I got a .357 in my van, okay? When
I was with the SFPD, I used to go to

the range and shoot. My scores were
higher than most of the cops that I

Come on.

I can take care of myself.

I'm sure you can.

But this isn't open for debate.

Come on.

I thought that you and I were working
something out here.

I guess I was just kidding myself.

Cassie, our agreement was if you got in
the way, that you would head home.

And I think it's time you head home.

That's pretty harsh, man.

I mean, I understand you're trying to
protect your territorial imperative

but come on.

I'm not trying to protect my territory.
I'm trying to protect her.

Kelly, come on in.

Who are you?

What are you talking about?

I know you switched the fingerprints in
my office.

The Cascade cop says you're somebody
named Vern Delanian.

And how did he find out?

Your friend Loomis' prison record.

Who else knows?

I do.

You're under arrest, Stephen.

Kelly, come on. Which one of my deputies
did you pay off to help you?

Tolliver or Nichols?

Both of them.

Bastard. Look, I can explain everything.

I'm not interested.

Whatever you're involved in, Stephen,
it's over. You're going to jail.

Kelly, I may have lied about who I was,
but I never lied about my feelings for

you.

You're such a girl scout.

McNeil's already here.

I smell blood.

And gunpowder. You smell it?

Of course. Pop the trunk on it.

Let's make three.

Get your hands up now!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! We found her like
this! Get your hands up!

Now, wait a minute. This is a mistake
here, guys. Get your hands up! Hands

against the ground! Go!

Oh, come on. Hey, don't point that thing
at me. Come on. Take it easy, all

right? You didn't shoot her, guys.

What is the big secret here?

This is crazy.

What are you doing wasting time with us
when the real killers are getting away?

Save your breath, Chief. They know we
didn't kill him.

What are you talking about? Marl must be
paying you a hell of a lot to throw

away your careers like this, huh?

Is that why he killed McNeil?

Because she wouldn't go along?

I'm gonna go find a girl.

Welcome to America. How was your flight?

Long and tiring.

Everything's ready as we agreed.

All we need is the money.

One million dollars.

American.

Here's your document.

Tomorrow you'll be Edgar Kleist, a
naturalized American citizen born in

And wanted terrorist Luke Rene will
cease to exist.

Yes, sir.

Hey, give me your glasses.

Quick, come on.

What are you doing?

Now you relax.

You'll be asleep soon.

Once we're gone, I don't want anything
left for the police to find. Don't

That fuel burns at 3 ,000 degrees.

There won't be anything left but slag.

Good.

You're quite the entrepreneur there,
Doc.

A witness protection program for one of
criminals.

Plastic surgery, new identities.

Very nice.

Smart girl.

You know, the only part I don't
understand?

He's the Interpol agent.

Oh, come on.

I mean, you said you were going to turn
me into slag anyway.

Well, I mean, I confused.

Actually, we took him on as a client.

You can imagine our surprise when we
discovered he wasn't who he appeared to

I mean, after all, that's our franchise.

Right.

And then you threw him out of the plane.

I had planned to have him disappear over
the ocean, but as we were nearing

Cascade, he tried to grab Deed's gun and
there was an accident.

What happens now?

Well, first I finish with Mr. Rene here.

And then, thanks to you and your
friends, we pack up and move to a new

And you disappear.

Call Tulliver and Nichols.

Tell them we've got the girl.

Yeah, sure, Simon. We'll be standing by.

Simon said he was going to call the
state police for backup, but, uh... What

about Cassie, man? I mean, she hasn't
shown up. She hasn't even called.

Hold on, Simon.

Sheriff's office.

Nichols. Yeah. We got the girl.

Tomorrow I want you to bring those two
cops out to the airfield.

All right.

Simon, they got Cassie. They took her to
Bob Leland's airfield, which is about

two miles north of Pinecrest here.

It would help to get us some backup from
the state police.

A chopper would be nice.

We'll check in with you in a while.

Nicholas and Tolliver should have been
here by now. We may have a problem.

Take a look.

I'll check out that.

Drop your weapon!

Forget about him. Grab the money. Let's
go.

Stay put.

Then it's up! I'm trying!

He's on the roof.

in conduct.

Come on, get up!

Come on!

Up in the air!

That's right, get your hands up.

So, do I, uh, I get to pick a flyer
mouse for this?

Hey, get your hands up!

Put your hands against the side here.
Let's get him out of here!

The best part is, not only did we close
down their entire operation, but we also

found computer files that listed the
name and locations of all of their

clients. 14 wanted criminals, including
a mafia don and some junk barn king who

embezzled millions.

All in all, guys, I'd say it was a
pretty nice song.

Congratulations. Thank you, sir.

Allison, am I keeping you from
something?

Well,

to be honest, sir, I have a dinner date.

You got a date? That's great, man. Me
too.

Terrific. Thank you, sir. Good night.

Some of us have social lives.

You know, it was just like...

Good evening. I'm running a little late.
I'm meeting somebody for dinner. She

has reservations.

Her name's Wells.

Right this way, sir.

Ah.

Sarah, what are you doing here? What am
I doing here? What are you doing here?

Hey, you guys. Sorry I'm late. That
Friday night traffic is killer.

Cassie, what's going on?

What do you mean?

What are we both doing here? Yeah.

Well, you both asked me out.

I didn't want to turn down either one of
you, so I thought this would be a good

chance for us to sit, have some dinner,
talk it out. Talk it out? What sort of

talk? I just thought I'd like to tell
you what a good job you did yesterday.

Sure. Thank you.

Thank you.

I, uh... Look, you guys, um, I think
you're both great. You're both smart and

funny and good -looking, but, um, I have
this rule that I don't... date anyone

I work with under any circumstances.

Easy. Take it easy.

Nobody's talking about dating here. I
just thought this would be, you know,

of a get -acquainted dinner.

Right, right. You know, welcome wagon.
Welcome Cassie to Cascade, right? Yeah,

lighten up.

All right, well, you know, because the
two of you are way too competitive with

each other for this to ever work out, so
it's a good thing.

Competitive? Us? Where did you get your
information?

I think you got the wrong guy.

Oh, that's my pager.

That's the lab.

All right, Boyd. I'll be right back.

Well, take it easy.

Get a load of the prices on the menu?

Yeah, you know, Chief, I think the only
way to show her that we aren't

competitive is to not fight and have her
pay the check.

I am down with that, my friend. I am
down with that.

Very good.

I wonder if the lobster's fresh.

Have to.