All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s06e19 Final Judgement Part 2

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, Mark
Schera, with guest

stars in alphabetical order, Dabney
Coleman, Bradford Dillman,

Marge Ducey, Sherry Jackson,

Susan Sullivan,

Robert Webber.

Tonight's episode, Final Judgment.

Barnaby, I've been looking everywhere
for you.

I should have figured you were probably
here all along.

Well, now, that's a switch.

Right out of the milk.

You know, that's not going to help.

I've been there, mister.

Remember?

little girl out there is dead on account
of me.

Well, there's a little girl out there
dead because 11 years ago, somebody out

there kidnapped the Sayers' child and
framed Dan.

Now, because you're trying to clear Dan,
there's a killer out there that's just

doing his work again.

I should have been smarter.

I should have known it was a frame.

People make mistakes.

Yes, and it hurts to admit them.

It hurts to lay them out in the light
and look at them.

I know.

Look, I... who hated you for so many
years.

I said, well, he doesn't care about us.

He can destroy two lives with his
testimony.

Maybe even he framed Dan.

But I never once stopped to think about
maybe how you felt about

it.

I know now that you have probably
suffered in your way just as much as we

did.

Jennifer.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize to me for being human.

Mr. Jones, I'm Leo Krell.

Understand you want to see me? Don't I
know you from somewhere?

Yeah, it's possible.

My business, you meet a lot of people.
You sure look familiar, Mr. Krell.

it about? I'm busy.

Haley Winters.

Haley?

Oh, yeah.

The singer that I hired from L .A.,
yeah.

Hey, her agent told me what happened.

I still can't believe it.

You better believe it. I saw it with my
own eyes.

Rotten break.

Sweet kid like that?

For what?

What could she have had on her? A few
bucks.

You think it was a mugging? All I know
is what her agent told me.

A wallet was missing. A suitcase had
been busted into.

If that wasn't a mugging, what would you
call it?

Cold -blooded murder.

Come on.

Who'd want to do a thing like that?

She was about to become a witness in
a...

Neil Crell, you're from L .A. For a
while, yeah.

Used to have clubs there.

Yeah, but I don't understand, what's...
I may be a little slow on faces, but I

never forget a reputation.

Especially when it's building everything
from pornography to fencing stolen

whiskey. Look, Jones, I was never
convicted on any one of those raps.

No, but compared to the heat you were
getting from the L .A. Crime Commission,

the Arizona desert must have seemed like
Antarctica.

That's why you came out here, isn't it?

Mr. Jones?

I came out to Arizona like a lot of
other people for my health.

Maybe you better leave for the same
reason.

If that's a threat, Krell, you better
watch yourself.

Because I may report you to the Chamber
of Commerce.

Yeah, thanks, Lieutenant.

Now, listen, if there's ever anything I
can do for you, be sure to call me, huh?

That was the Phoenix police.

They've been keeping an eye on Krell
ever since he arrived there.

According to their intelligence, he's
only made one trip back to L .A.

He left Phoenix on the first of this
month and returned on the fifth.

Well, Haley wasn't even appearing at the
rendezvous room then.

Then he lied.

Anything in those reports to help you,
Barnaby?

Nothing that connects Krell to Haley's
murder or the kidnapping, but there are

few names that I'm curious about.

Which one?

Tommy Hendricks.

An old pal of Krell's. Krell kept him
around for laughs.

Who is he now?

Well, it's a good question.

Krell quit laughing when Hendricks
decided to go into the fencing business

himself. No one's seen him since.

Nora Reardon.

She used to be Krell's girlfriend, until
she got messed up on the hard stuff.

Last I heard, she's in the
rehabilitation center of North.

And then there's the police officer,
Gene Gates.

His name runs all the way through the
file.

Gates was my sergeant when I was a
patrolman.

Good cop.

He's in there because he was always on
Crell's tail.

Almost nabbed him a couple of times,
too.

Where is Gates now?

Shortly after that, he took a bullet in
the hip from a bank holdup.

That led to an early retirement.

A little later on...

He went to work as head of security for
the Kingman Company.

The land developers?

Best thing that ever happened to him.

He learned the ropes of the business.

Got some good tips on which land to buy
from Kingman himself.

Made a bundle in real estate.

Funny thing, I saw him just the other
day.

Looked like a million bucks.

Some people have all the luck.

That's for sure.

John, you happen to have an address on
Gates. I'd like to talk to him.

What about?

According to this, He is the only living
expert on Leo Krill.

Hello, sweetheart.

Hey, boy, I tell you, it was a scorcher
out there today.

Listen, when it cools off, maybe you'll
come out and shoot around with me. You'd

like this course. It's not a bad place.

Lemonade, just what the doctor ordered.

Honey, Barnaby Jones, he's a private
investigator.

Now, Mr. Jones, what can I do for you?

I want to talk to you a little bit about
Leo Krell.

Leo Krell?

Oh, boy, that's a name out of the past.

According to the police record, you're
considered an authority on Crow.

We've had a run -in or two.

What do you want to know about him?

Where he fits into the Sayers'
kidnapping.

The Sayers' kidnapping?

You remember that, Mr. Gates, about 11
years ago, the son of a wealthy real

estate dealer?

That's right.

Of course, I'd retired from the force by
then.

I remember reading about it in the
paper.

What makes you think Crow had anything
to do with that?

Well, it's a long, twisting road, and I
won't bore you with it. But I had my

hands on a witness who could prove that
the man that they convicted was

innocent.

Now, all of a sudden, she's been
murdered.

What, you think Krell did it?

No, but I think he was responsible for
luring her from the protection of the

detective who was guarding her.

Well, have you talked to him about it?

Yes, and would you believe he denied
everything?

Yeah, I believe it.

I think you're on the wrong track.

Why do you say that?

Well, it's not his method of operations.

Loan sharking, prostitution, fencing.

That's cruel. Not kidnapping, no.

He could have done it as a favor or to
repay an old debt.

That's possible.

But I doubt it. I still think you're
wrong.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

Thank you very much for the lemonade,
Ms. Gates.

Mr. Gates.

He knows something, I'm sure of it.

Mr.

Kingman, please. Gene Gates speaking.

Out of town for how long? When's he
coming back?

Yes, tell him it's important.

Gene, I'm afraid.

I've never seen him before.

Are you sure? His name is Leo Krell.

I'm positive.

What about this one?

I don't know.

Something familiar about him.

Who is he?

His name is Gene Gates. He was a police
officer.

That's probably it.

I mean, when they arrested me, there
were cops all over the place.

He wouldn't have been there. He retired
before the kidnapping.

I know I know him from somewhere.

Think, Dan.

It's important.

Gates.

Wait a minute.

His name isn't Gates.

It was Masters, Joe Masters.

And he never said anything about being a
retired cop.

He told me he was into... Private
security work?

No, no, no.

He was into cars.

He told me he sold auto parts.

Where did you meet him?

At a bowling alley I used to go to.

The Echo Park Lane's on Sunset.

He was in there one night and we started
talking.

I saw him a few times after and we had a
couple of beers together.

You tell him a lot about yourself, your
work, Jennifer?

Yeah, sure. What else does he ever talk
about?

Tell him about your calving up on a
lake?

Yeah.

I even invited him to come out fishing
some weekend.

Did he ever come?

No, he never got the chance.

I got arrested about a month later for
the kidnapping.

Jones, you think this guy had something
to do with framing me? I would say

there's a very strong possibility, but
don't ask me how we prove it.

Well, it's about time. We've got things
to talk about.

I'm trying to call you all evening.
Don't you ever check your service? My

landed just a few minutes ago. What's
wrong?

That private detective, Barnaby Jones,
was by to see me today. He knows about

Krell.

Knows? Well, suspects.

If he finds out that Krell owed me
because I shut my eyes when he escaped

that raid, we're dead.

What else does he know?

Well, I don't know. Maybe he was just
fishing around.

Then again, maybe he wasn't.

You want us to take that chance?

Us? Oh, I love the way we share your
problem, but I get stuck with the dirty

of the stick. That's right, Gene.
Nothing has changed.

Unless, of course, you don't care
anymore.

I mean, how this all turns out.

I'll take care of Mr. Jones for you.

Barney, Gates was once a detective.

If he wanted to frame someone, he'd sure
know how to do it.

I can't argue against that.

Then there's the 20 bucks of the ransom
money that Rhodes spent.

He said he was bowling a few nights
before and that he always left his

his locker.

All Gates would have had to do was just,
you know, open the locker and put some

money in. But why?

$430 ,000 has never been recovered.

What kind of a person resorts to
kidnapping?

Poor.

Ignorant, desperate.

Was Gates any of these?

Well, he certainly wasn't poor.

Between his police retirement and his
pay from Kingman, he was making over $20

,000 a year.

That's the equivalent of $35 ,000 today.

Does that sound like your ordinary run
-of -the -mill kidnapper?

No, Barnaby, it doesn't.

Unless he had another reason other than
the ransom money.

Now you're making sense, Jedediah.

You have any idea where we should start?

Well, Mrs.

Gates, what a pleasant surprise.

Mr. Jones.

I don't think you ever met my associate,
Jedediah Romano -Jones. Nice to meet

you. How do you do?

We're just on our way to the bookstore.
I bet I know where you just came from.

The beauty parlor.

Yes.

Something about a woman who just had her
hair done that shows in every part of

her face, like spring bursting forth to
winter.

Well, that's very nice, Mr. Jones.

Well, if you'll excuse me. Nice meeting
you. Excuse me.

Well, since we've run into each other
like this, how about a cup of coffee?

I'm afraid I don't have the time.

Well, the coffee shop's just right over
there. We want to ask you a couple of

questions. I really don't think we have
anything to talk about.

Well, you won't know until you hear what
we have to say.

I'm afraid I have to meet my husband,
Mr. Jones.

That's what I want to talk about, sir.
Why did he kidnap the Sayer child?

What did you say?

Which part didn't you hear, Mrs. Gates?
Why did he kidnap the Sayer child?

How dare you?

Was it just for the money?

You think my husband... Engineered the
kidnapping and framed Dan Rhodes, yeah.

You're both crazy.

The facts speak for themselves. Shortly
after Rhodes' conviction, your husband

quit a job with Kingman. The two of you
got married, spent an extended honeymoon

in Europe, and came back and bought that
big house.

Where did he suddenly get that kind of
money? What did he do, win the Irish

weekdays or something?

From his investments.

Mr. Kingman advised him about some
property, and it paid off.

Does your husband still like the bowl?

My husband never liked to bowl. The only
game he plays is golf.

And I suppose he never used the name Joe
Masters.

No, of course not.

That's funny, because Rhodes identified
a picture of your husband as Joe

Masters, somebody he once met in a
bowling alley.

Well, he's a liar.

You know, Linda, I think we've got you
all wrong.

Yet again, I'm beginning to suspect that
this is a classic case of the unwilling

accomplice. A lady who is forced into a
crime by the man she loves.

And all these years, she's had it on her
conscience, but she didn't say anything

because she was afraid to go to jail.

Now, Linda, you cooperate with us, and
we'll try our best to help you.

The only thing I want from you, Mr.
Jones, is to be left alone.

Well, if he didn't do it for the money,
was it because he owed someone a favor?

Was he working for someone?

Look, my husband worked only for Mr.
Kingman. He was loyal to Mr. Kingman and

owed nothing to anyone.

Well, if she's supposed to be the
weakest link for him, if he tried to run

against the strongest... Don't be too
sure, Jedediah. I think we got two of

them.

There you are.

Why are you so late? Hey, what's the
matter?

Jones was waiting for me when I got out.

What did he want?

He wanted to know why you kidnapped the
child.

Jeannie knows everything.

All he needs is the proof.

Betty, uh, Betty said you were looking
for me. I've been out making deliveries

all day.

Yeah, I imagine this is your busy time
of the year.

Yeah, it gets pretty hectic.

Listen, I... I'm sorry about those
things I said to you the other day.

It's all right. We were probably both a
little hot under the collar.

Yeah, I guess we were.

What do you want to see me about?

You know this man?

No, who's he?

Gene Gates.

No, doesn't mean anything to me. He was
a former police officer, and then he

became head of security for Kingman
Development Company.

Kingman?

Where does he fit into this?

You know Gordon Kingman?

Oh, yeah, we go way back.

How? I owned the original option on all
that land down at the marina. Of course,

at that time it was a swamp, but I saw
the potential of it.

You sold it to Kingman? No, no, no, I
didn't sell it to him. He wanted it so

much he could taste it.

When he found out he couldn't get it
from me, well, he tried everything he

to get it away from me.

Legal maneuvers, dirty tricks, all kinds
of harassment.

That's very interesting.

Yeah, I hung in as long as I could, and
then... Well, you know the rest.

Your son was kidnapped.

Right.

I, uh... I borrowed the money from the
bank for the ransom. I, uh... I had to

put up the option from the marina land
as collateral.

Of course, when the money wasn't
recovered, why, I lost everything.

It wasn't just the money, though, you
know.

I'm sure I could have raised the money
and saved the land going on with my

to build, but when my son wasn't
returned, why,

something...

It's died inside of me.

I just wanted to close the door and walk
away from everything. That's what I

did. So Kingman finally got what he
wanted.

Something he couldn't get any other way.

You think Kingman was involved in the
kidnapping?

It all suddenly begins to make a kind of
a terrible sense, doesn't it?

I can't believe a man would go that far.

Get out!

See who it was?

No, but I got a pretty good idea.

I think I hit him.

The way he's bleeding, he shouldn't be
too hard to find.

J .R.

Barnaby, are you all right?

It stings a little, smarts a little.

Other than that, it's fine.

How'd you hear about it?

Well, when I didn't hear from you, I
called Betty and she told me what

I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you
a rain check on that dinner. I've got

important work to do.

Barnaby, don't you think that you should
take it a little easy? I mean, remember

what the doctor said.

The doctor didn't say anything about
taking it easy. He just said don't swing

from a trapeze for a while.

Just talk to Lieutenant Fiddle.

Yeah? What'd you tell him?

Well, I told him you were nicked by an
unknown assailant.

Did he buy it?

I sounded a little suspicious, but he
was relieved to know you were all right.

Told him we'd keep him informed.

Good. That's all he needs to know for a
while.

Well, now what are you going to do?

Well, if I remember correctly, there is
an ex -cop out there somewhere. We've

got a lot of explaining to do.

I'm going to find him. I'm going with
you, and I don't want an argument.

He's arguing, and I don't forget about
that dinner.

It's still good enough.

Just take good care of yourself.

I'm sorry. Mr.

Gates isn't home.

What about Mrs. Gates?

She isn't here either.

That's funny. Her car's in the driveway.

She went with Mr.

Gates in his car.

Millie, you make fine lemonade, but
you're a terrible liar.

Millie?

That's all right. You can let them in.

Thank you.

She's in line for you, gentlemen. My
husband isn't home.

Where is he?

He had to meet someone.

You sure he's not meeting a doctor?

A doctor?

You mean you don't know?

Know what? What are you talking about?

Somebody took a couple of shots at me
today. I shot back and hit him. I think

was your husband.

Well, you're wrong.

You're wrong.

And you've seen him in the last few
hours?

Yes. We had dinner together. He was
fine.

Then why are you shaking like that?

I am shaking because you have upset me.

I think you're upset because you haven't
heard from your husband all afternoon

and you're wondering why.

If he's still conscious, he's probably
hiding someplace waiting for the doctor

to arrive.

No. I also discovered why he kidnapped a
Sayer child.

It wasn't for money.

It was to break Ted Sayers. And so
Kingman wouldn't be suspected he framed

Rhodes. That's not true.

It is true. And I'm going to get you all
for kidnapping and murder.

Murder?

Just because somebody was kidnapped does
not mean that they were murdered.

They never found a body. Are you saying
that that child wasn't killed, that he's

still alive somewhere?

No, I... Then what are you saying?

I don't know. I'm not saying anything.

Is that child still alive?

Tell us.

Please.

I don't know.

I told you, I don't know.

Now, would you please go away?

Just go away!

I know it's not my cooking that turns
you on, but it's not that bad, is it?

No, it's just fine.

Then what's wrong?

What makes you think anything?

The way you've been acting.

Gordon, is it over?

Us?

No.

Yes, sir.

I mean, you'd tell me if it was,
wouldn't you?

That's one thing you don't ever have to
worry about.

It's just business.

It'll all be taken care of soon.

Jane.

Get rid of her.

Get rid of her.

I, uh... I'll meet you back at the
apartment, huh?

Kate, don't be late.

You look terrible. What's wrong?

That.

Jones. I got hit.

Did you get him?

No, he got away.

And you came here?

What did you expect me to do? It's a
bullet wound. You want me to check into

hospital? What do you expect me to do
about it?

Get me some help.

And you'd better start doing some of
your own dirty work for a change.

I'm not going down for this alone, I
promise you.

All right.

All right, Gene. Just relax.

Look here.

You caught me off guard, that's all.

It just so happens I know a good doctor.
He'll fix you up in no time. Here, let

me get you a drink.

Oh, this will get through to Linda.

I didn't call her myself. I didn't know
what Jones was up to.

And I don't want her to worry.

I'll take care of it for you.

You know, you and I have always been
partners in this thing, Gene.

Or even more than that. More than
partners.

Friends.

I've always taken good care of you.

I won't let you down now.

Yes? Is Mr. Kingman in?

No, he isn't. Have any idea where we can
find him?

Any idea where who can find him?

I'm sorry, my name is Barnaby Jones. I'm
a private investigator. This is my

associate, Jedediah Jones. And you are?

Erica Hughes.

I'm a friend of Mr. Kingman.

But I don't know where he is.

I suggest you try him at the office
tomorrow.

Barnaby, will you look at the view of
the city?

I bet you'd much rather have a look
around the apartment, wouldn't you?

Go right ahead. He's not here.

The bedrooms are that way. Anyone makes
that generous an offer, I'm inclined to

believe them.

And you haven't seen Mr. Kingman
tonight?

No. In fact, I just got here myself.

You mind telling us where you were?

Out to dinner.

Dressed like that?

It's called casual.

Although I did wear both shoes.

Do you mind if I make the other foot
comfortable?

You know, Miss Hughes, the way you're
dressed, I almost suspect you had dinner

on a boat.

And Mr. Kingman does have a boat,
doesn't he?

No, he has a yacht.

But he's not on it.

Really? How do you know?

Look, if I tell you where he is, will
you go away?

We just want to find him.

We did have dinner together.

But not on his yacht.

At his house in Malibu.

You knew he had a house there, didn't
you?

It was next on our list.

Well, that's where he is.

Thank you.

Oh, one more thing.

Does Mr. Kingman know someone named Gene
Gates?

No. Is he a friend?

Sort of. I suspect they both came out
from under the same rock.

Yes. Gordon, Barnaby Jones was just here
looking for you.

What did you tell him?

I told him you were at the beach house.

He believe you?

I don't know. I think he's suspicious
about the boat.

I'll talk to you later.

Where's the doctor?

That was him on the phone, Jane. He's on
his way now.

Linda, did you... Did you get in touch
with Linda?

Everything's been taken care of.

It's all over, Jane.

You have nothing.

More to worry about.

Oh, Mr. Kingman?

Yes? My name is Barnaby Jones. I'm a
private investigator.

This is my associate, Jenna Dyer Jones.
Can we talk with you?

Come aboard.

Thank you.

Nice boat you got here.

Thank you.

What do you want to talk to me about?

Why did your girlfriend lie to us last
night?

Lie? Erica?

I know that's hard to believe, Mr.
Kingman, but you told us you were at

house in Malibu. Well, I was.

Then I decided to take the boat out.

By yourself?

You don't see anyone else aboard, do
you?

Isn't it a little unusual for a boat
this size?

Not at all.

It has automatic pilot, radar,
electronic navigation equipment. You

sometimes I feel that I'm the most
useless thing aboard.

Where did you go?

Catalina, headed back around Sunrise.
Look, just what is this all about?

What's about your partner, Gene Cage?

My partner?

You're a little confused, aren't you? I
mean, Gene worked for me, but he was

never my partner.

Have you seen him recently?

Oh, we bump into each other now and
then, but that's about it.

Tell me, what is your interest in Gene?

Well, you remember the Sayers
kidnapping, don't you, Mr. Kingman?

Oh, yes.

A real tragedy.

Yeah, well, we think he was the
kidnapper.

Gene.

I don't believe it. Well, when you hear
this, we think you paid him to do it.

That's a very serious charge, Mr. Jones.

I take it you're prepared to prove it.

I'd be more prepared if I could find
Gene Gates, but I'm afraid that's

impossible now.

And why not?

Because I think you killed him and
buried him at sea.

I think you better get off my boat,
Jones.

If you have anything else to say, you
can talk to my lawyers.

You talk to your lawyers. If I have
anything else to say, I'll be talking to

police.

Morning.

What is it, Jones?

Looks like fresh blood, Mr. King.

Yes.

On my way back this morning, I decided
to try my luck.

Bonita. One of these days, your luck
will run out.

Well, where to now?

Only place we have left to go.

The weakest link?

She must be worried sick about her
husband.

If she doesn't crack now, she never
will.

Hello?

Linda, Gordon Kingman.

Gordon, where is Gene? I haven't heard
from him since yesterday.

He's all right, but he has been wounded.

And Jones wasn't lying.

Linda, he's going to be fine. I've got
him in a safe place.

Gordon, I want to go to him.

Well, of course. That's why I called.
I'm planning to fly him to a hospital in

Mexico.

Now, how long do you think it would take
you to get ready?

Just a few minutes.

Fine. Then I tell you what you do. You
take a cab to Crescent Salvage.

That's at the bottom of E Street in the
harbor. Have you got that?

Yeah. Yeah, fine.

Fine. And you better hurry, Linda,
because I'm sure that Jones is on his

your place now.

Yeah? Hello, Millie. Miss Gates home?

No, she's not here.

That's what you told us last night,
Millie.

At times, she really isn't.

Why is her car here?

She left by cab.

That's the truth. Not more than five
minutes ago.

Do you know where she went?

I don't know. She got a call, packed a
small suitcase, and left.

Did you see what kind of a cab it was?

Yes. A red line.

All right, I'll get on it. Can I use
your phone?

I guess so. Thank you.

Hey, I'm really sorry about getting lost
back there, man.

But this part of town ain't exactly my
territory.

It's quite all right. Now, if you'd like
to maybe knock off a couple of bucks?

Okay, thank you.

Linda? What took you so long?

I got here as quickly as I could.

Where's Gene?

I'll be right down.

Come ahead. I'll meet you.

Gordon, where is he?

I told him not to worry. He's fine.

He's not here, is he? No, no, I had him
move just a few minutes ago.

I had him taken to a private airfield.
My plane is there.

Well, we'd better hurry. Linda, wait.

Who's that?

That was the address the radio
dispatcher gave me.

It's the one I write. Kingman Company.

It's Jones.

Must have followed you here somehow.

Come on.

Come on, there's a way out back.

Linda!

Gene's waiting!

Barnaby, they're right there.

Where are you taking her, King?

Jonathan, I told you.

If you have anything more to say,
contact my lawyers.

You know where your husband is, Linda?

I know he's all right.

My guess is he's dead.

He buried him at sea last night.

He's lying, Linda.

With you out of the way, there's no one
left to tie him to your husband's murder

or the kidnapping.

Gene, it's all right. Why hasn't he
tried to get in touch with me? Linda,

on. No, wait.

All right, Jones.

Oh, my God, that's true. Gene's dead.

Your gun, Jones.

Come on.

It's all over, Lena.

I'll call the police.

There's still a chance that without your
testimony, they have nothing.

You really think that I would... But
you'll be implicating yourself, too, in

everything.

No.

No, my only crime is having kept quiet.

The Thayer's child, Linda.

He's still alive, isn't he?

Yeah.

He was just so helpless and... Gene and
I kept him hidden for a while and then

we drove him up to Oregon and... put him
up for adoption as if he were our own

child.

Oh, what do you know about that?

What time did Betty say they'd get here?

The plane got in an hour ago. She'll be
here any minute. Yeah.

It was very nice of her to fly all the
way up to Portland and pick him up with

this little visit.

Well, she figured that his adopted
parents would feel a lot safer if there

woman around in case he got an upset
stomach from all those hot dogs you went

buy him.

How'd you know about the hot dogs?

Ted, uh...

These adopted parents of Stevie's,
they're the only parents he's ever

He loves them.

No, I know, Barnaby. I don't expect any
miracles here. You know, I just want us

to get to know each other again and see
him once in a while.

I don't think you'll have any problem.

Barnaby?

Hi.

Oh, God, he's a lot bigger than I
thought he was.

Thirteen.

You have to be hungry, though, I guess.
Are you hungry?

Yeah.

Want a hot dog?

Kind of like hamburgers more.

I love hamburgers.

Want to go get a hamburger?

Yeah.

Thank you.

How is everything going? Fine, right?

Okay.

Oh, yeah.

I'm going to cry.

Why, are you ready?

For what?

Well, I thought you wanted to drive up
to the lake this afternoon and go

fishing.

Right on this.

I've got to make one stop first.

Okay. You fellas drop me off. I'll take
a cab to your place. Sure will.

Be right back.

Sorry I'm late.

It doesn't matter.

Well, what's the news?

I just talked to Dan's lawyer. The
wheels are in motion for his release. It

shouldn't be long now.

I'm so happy for Dan.

What about you?

I don't know. I just don't know.

Dan needs all the breaks he can get now.

It's just that we've been apart for so
long.

But you can change all that in a day.

In an hour.

Do you think after all I've been through
that... you'd still want me?

Yes, I do.

Let's take a walk down by the lagoon.

Talk about plans for you and Dan.

Maybe there's some way I could help.

J .R., did you really want to go
fishing?

What are you kidding? I hate fishing.

I did it for Barnaby.

You know, we're really very lucky to
have you.

Yeah, maybe you're right.