All language subtitles for Profiler s02e13 Bloodlust

Thank you.

Amen.

Morning.

Oh, my.

Sorry for the pre -dawn wake -up.
Couldn't be helped.

I'd like you to meet Lieutenant Aldous
Cromwell, Naval Intelligence.

Lieutenant on the Crime Task Force.

Good morning.

I'm here to brief you on a murder with
national security implications.

Yesterday, the body of Matthew Wheeler
was pulled from the Charles River near

Cambridge, Massachusetts.

He was an honors graduate of the U .S.
Naval Academy.

His father is Admiral Calvin Wheeler,
special advisor to the President on

nuclear weapons dismantling.

So far, our investigation shows no sign
of involvement by either foreign or

terrorist organizations.

We need to know what happened.

What was the cause of death?

Unknown at this time, sir.

He was found wearing only shorts and
sneakers with extensive injuries. The

is currently en route to your facility.

Do you know of anything that would have
made Admiral Wheeler's son a target? No,

ma 'am.

Time is of the essence.

Ladies.

Gentlemen.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

He certainly came a long way to give us
almost no information.

Anybody else smell a rat? A big fat one,
but the cat looked good bringing it in.

He's got extensive body trauma.

Broken nose, jaw, fractures in both
hands, internal bleeding, and the

impressions on his chest look like
knuckles.

Wasn't quick, was it? Maybe he was
tortured. Well, his father wouldn't

classified information.

This isn't about national security.

Lieutenant Cromwell knows it.

Someone tried to get rid of the body?
Yeah. Wheeler was in the water for three

days, putting his death at Saturday.

No blood evidence from his attacker
because it was washed away from the

but there was knotted around his neck.

Then could her hatred sink to travelers?

Well, if he was wearing it for
protection, it certainly let him down.

FBI. We're here to see Admiral Wheeler.

Sir,

the FBI is here.

I'm Admiral Wheeler.

Agent Malone and Waters.

Sir, thank you for coming.

Sorry for your loss, sir.

Come in, please.

How should we do this?

Admiral, some of our questions may sound
disrespectful or unfeeling.

They're not meant to be.

I understand.

Does your son have any friends or
acquaintances you didn't approve of?

I don't have 26.

He didn't need my approval for his
friends or his private life. Admiral,

son was an adult, but he was still your
son.

He didn't really have the luxury of a
private life.

I guess I pretended that he had one.

He was monitored periodically for...

Security reasons. So Naval Intelligence
kept an eye on him.

They told me Matt gambled.

It was just poker games at first and
horse races.

It got out of hand somehow.

He was in for $15 ,000.

I see.

Admiral, would you mind if I looked
around your son's apartment?

No. No, please, don't get high.

Sir, were you ever approached by anyone
Matt owed money to?

I could have paid, but he would have
gladly.

They didn't have to kill him.

Well, that's just it, sir. They may not
have.

The people Matt owed would have come to
you before they resorted to murder.

He couldn't have had any of their
enemies.

grown man.

I'd let him tell me in his own time.

I didn't know what to say to him.

Thank you, sir.

Whatever happened to Matt, I think that
he's not coming.

Sam, Sam, Sam, you're putting orange
juice in yours. Ah.

Grabbed your leg.

Mom? Hmm?

Jane Clausen's having a sleepover on
Saturday, and she wants to know if I can

go. Well, Chloe, you can definitely go
over and play, but I don't know about

Jane overnight.

Come on, Mom.

Well, why not just have a slumber party
here?

I mean, you could use the living room,
camp out.

How? Mom?

Well, you know what? I'll think about
it, okay?

Please, please, please.

Don't you have to finish getting ready
for school?

I'll be all right.

All right,

I probably shouldn't have suggested it,
but, you know, a slumber party is a rite

of passage.

And Bailey has checked everybody out,
her teacher, all the parents of everyone

in her class.

I'll help out.

Come on, it'll be fun.

Before he left home for the last time,
Matt Wheeler took off his ring and his

watch, but he kept his St. Christopher
medal on.

I think there's a chance he knew that
his life was in danger.

If someone planned to kill him, why not
use a gun or a knife? Why sustain

beating with bare fists?

Do the surveillance reports indicate any
threats against him?

Surprisingly, no.

He had gotten in over his head with the
gamblers.

Let's find out exactly who he owed.

His rent was late, credit cards maxed
and three months overdue, his bank

bone dry. But his body was full of
drugs.

Cortisone and amphetamines. Speed and
steroids.

Energy and stamina, almost like he knew
it was coming.

Boston PD just called.

It's another dead punching bag.

Why is it I'm always cold in this town?

You okay?

I just hate this place.

You know this neighborhood?

See that building over there?

It's where my father used to do
business, if you could call it that.

It's where he collected what was owed to
him.

One day, I'm 12, 13.

I walk in unexpected.

He's beating the crap out of some poor
bastard.

Turns to me, he says, you see this?

This is what happens to people who are
too soft, John.

I know you meant me.

John Doe.

No ID.

Won't seem to fit the pattern.

Latino male, late 20s, wearing just
shorts and running shoes.

Beaten badly.

No sign a weapon was used on him, other
than a pair of fists.

Both hands and one foot appear broken.

Body temp indicates he's been dead less
than a day. So he was killed on

Saturday.

Wheeler was killed a week ago Saturday.

Saturday, and Boss is turning out to be
the most violent day of the week.

Well, if his hands are any indication,
he did some pretty serious damage to

whoever killed him. Maybe enough to lay
that person in a hospital.

John, send a heads up to every hospital
and clinic in the area. Tell them to

report anyone who looks like he's been
in a fight of his life.

Got it.

This guy claims he was hit by a car in a
hit -and -run. When the paramedics

brought him in, he tried to leave, but
he passed out.

He's got no ID on him, just this.

How badly was he hurt?

His broken hands are the least of his
problems. There's a host of internal

injuries that add up to a very long stay
in the hospital.

Whatever happened to put him in here
occurred within the past 48 hours.

And why do you doubt it was a hit -and
-run?

Bite marks. He has them all over his
body.

And the last time I checked, cars don't
have teeth.

Can you tell us who he is?

We can match his teeth to your bite
marks.

Why not tell us now?

You were attacked, weren't you?

You fought back.

Is this your family?

Have they been notified?

Please, please can I have that?

Are they here with you in the United
States or are they back home?

He seems more like a victim than a
killer.

He was so worried about his family.

The only way to get the forensics done
is to arrest him.

If it's positive, we'll have
confirmation.

We found the African's blood on the body
of the John Doe from the dumpster.

What about the teeth marks on the
African?

They match the dental impressions I took
of the John Doe, but they both match

Wheeler in another way.

They all took the same drugs.

So the West African fights John Doe.

Wheeler fights an unknown person.

Equally matched opponents prepped on
drugs fighting to the death.

Danny Lamott, a bouncer from Boston. He
disappeared two weeks ago on Saturday.

Was found a couple of days ago in a
shallow grave just across the state line

New Hampshire.

Let me guess.

Speed and cortisone in his system.

Wearing only running shorts and shoes.

Nice, Danny.

So Lamott, then Wheeler, then John Doe.

A victim every Saturday night for the
last three weeks.

Lamont had ties to organized crime in
Boston. Turned snitch.

So we have four men who don't appear to
know each other, but they do take the

same drugs.

None of them were fighters, professional
or amateur.

So why'd they fight?

Why didn't they quit before one of them
died?

What would make one man kill another man
with his bare hands?

Maybe the mob's involved.

Willer with his gambling habit. He'll be
mixed up with them. Take it from me,

they can pressure you into doing things
you would never do.

Okay, so what does this African
immigrant have to do with the mob?

Whoever is organizing these fights is
picking these fighters for a specific

reason.

We need to figure out what those reasons
are.

Let's get the details on that West
African laid up in the hospital.

Hello. Hey.

Whoa, look at these. Candy necklaces.

Haven't seen these since we were kids.

Didn't they have them way back then? Oh,
but not long ago.

About how many people are coming?

Three. Lorraine, Amy, and Noel.

So that means we need four sleeping
bags. Yes, and we have cookie dough. We

sheets to make little tents, and we have
enough nail polish to paint a small

automobile. But don't forget the most
important thing about a slumber party

the ghost stories.

Oh, yeah.

But what about the movies?

Well, sweetie, wouldn't you rather use
your imagination?

Well, you know, she's probably right.

Ghost stories might be a little too
scary.

Yeah. Whatever you do, don't tell anyone
about the arm.

What arm?

Coming to you courtesy of the State
Department, Joseph Kingibe, Nigerian

national, born in Lagos, here just under
a month.

Does he have any other arrests since he
got here?

Nope, but he's done plenty of jail time
as a political prisoner.

Well, that explains the old wounds, not
the new ones.

Was he granted political asylum?

A social service organization called
Boston Interassist sponsored him.

Boston Interassist.

What do they do exactly?

They help immigrants, get them connected
to services, translators, places to

live, and all like that. Okay, we should
check them out.

I don't understand.

You've arrested Mr.

King Gibe for murder?

We're hoping you can fill in some
blanks, like what may have motivated him

kill him. I don't think anything could.

As a journalist, he was jailed and
tortured many times.

He left Nigeria to escape violence, not
perpetuate it.

Where is his family?

Oh, they're still in Lagos.

Despite the danger that they're in, the
government refuses to issue visas.

He told me that bribery was his only
hope of getting them out.

Who did he kill to get that money?

The people who come to us are victims,
not killers.

Miss Daniels, do you recognize this man?

Oh, God, it's Emilio.

Yeah, he came in here a couple of times.

Where was he from?

He's from Mexico.

He was smuggled over the border
illegally by a coyote.

Who threatened to kill him if he didn't
pay?

Thank you.

All right.

I don't think that the smuggler killed
him.

But the situation created by the
smuggler may have.

I think about it.

The mob was running from the mob. He
needed money to get out of town fast.

King Eby was afraid for his family. They
were desperate.

Except we were.

He could have gotten a loan from his
father.

No, no. I'd say if Matt Wheeler's two
choices were to tell the Admiral that he

was a compulsive gambler or a fight, he
had no choice.

How are you feeling, Mr. Kinkumat?

We got your name from immigration.

The doctors say that your wounds are
fairly serious now.

Would you like me to contact your wife
in Lagos? Please, don't.

Don't tell her about what happened.

This man, Emilio Reyes, he had a family,
too. We found his body in a trash

dumpster. Now, I don't think that you
did that.

Well, I do.

We found $20 ,000 in your apartment.

You got that money for killing Reyes,
didn't you? You don't understand.

No, but we would like to.

I think that you needed the money for
bribes to bring your family to safety.

I didn't mean for anyone to die.

But that's what he wanted.

Who? Who wanted?

A man called.

He never told me his name, just where to
meet him.

You have to make a sketch of this man.

I could try.

It was dark.

He said if we fought, I'll be paid.

A few days later, he called again and
picked me up and took me to the place.

Where did he take you?

I can't remember.

I don't know the city very well.

What about the building that he took you
to? Do you remember anything about it,

the room?

The room?

The door.

It was very quiet.

such rooms in my country.

Do you remember anything about him?

His mannerisms or his voice?

It was soft.

Kind of high.

Like a voice.

He kept saying the same thing over and
over.

He was taking me to a favorite place in
the neighborhood.

He never stopped.

Even while I... God forgive me. God
forgive me.

According to King eBay, he didn't want
to kill Ray as he was forced to.

I think that he's telling the truth.

I think he just wanted to get out of
that room alive.

Why would you stage a fight to death in
an empty building?

Could have a camera.

Maybe he's making snuff films.

You really think there's an audience for
that kind of crap?

There's always been an audience for
death.

Sure makes ultimate fighting look like a
cakewalk. He's paying a pretty fat

purse, so it's either costing him a lot
of money, or he's found an audience to

support his habit.

Some... Rich Deviant getting his kicks.

We have to find out where these fights
are taking place.

McGevey said it was totally quiet.

It could be an abandoned building.

He also said a man kept repeating the
phrase, my favorite place in the

neighborhood. That's got to mean
something.

Come on, John. It's your old
neighborhood. Help us out.

Maybe George can guess something. I've
tried to forget everything I could about

Boston. Don't you have any good memories
of it?

Bean Boy Burgers on Shadwick Avenue.

Bean Boy?

We used to go there after basketball
games.

Best fries I've ever eaten.

Wait a minute.

My favorite place in the neighborhood
reminds me of a commercial we used to

all the time when I was a kid.

Kinley, you used to have billboards all
over the place.

Must have closed down after I moved.

You must have bootlegged the
electricity.

Not easy for a building this size.

Where do we start?

Hmm.

He's organized a blood sport.

He would take the fighters as deep
inside as possible.

Think we should drop some breadcrumbs so
we can find our way out?

That's the other door.

There's barely enough room in here for
two fighters, let alone an audience.

If someone did see it, it was probably
on the other end of this.

Right, you can send television on a
phone line.

Execution, live on TV.

There's going to be another one on
Saturday.

Three days from now.

Okay, I got it.

Somebody is using an integrated services
digital network, an ISDN line, and they

probably bonded the two B channels,
which would give you 128 kilobytes per

second digital capacity.

Thank you very much, George. Now, would
you like to explain that to us in

English? I'm sorry.

Yeah, basically, it's a super fast
Internet connection.

Anybody can rent one.

A couple hundred bucks, a phone, and,
like, a screwdriver, and you're in

business. And if you stay away from the
camera lens, you remain anonymous.

Okay, so he stages these...

The freak shows, then sends a computer
video over the phone lines to other

locations where the audience members
are.

Only one location, Bailey. Sending it to
several requires a whole computer

network. It's too complicated. It's much
less secure.

If it's so damn secure, how do people
find out about it? Probably some kind of

computer call -in bulletin board with
passwords.

Just got forensics on the meat locker.

The only human blood is from Kingabian
Reyes.

So that means there was only one fight
at McGinley's.

Change his locations.

We don't have the slightest idea where
the next fight's going to be.

I also found one of Wheeler's bookies.
Sel Leveranese. He works at Somerville

and Cambridge. He's holding Wheeler's
markers.

Couldn't know my old man.

We got Leveranese in here.

Pound on him. He might be taking some
action on the fights or knows who's

organizing them.

John, I would have been only too happy
to talk to you.

Would you haul me down here in the
federal building?

Is that any way to treat a friend of
your father?

You know, I don't care if you're happy
or not, Sal.

I don't like you.

I don't like what you do.

I don't like how you do it.

I've been doing business in Boston long
before you learned how to even zip up

your fly.

You think I'm afraid of you?

I figure you're afraid of 25 years to
life for conspiracy to commit murder.

Don't be stupid.

Guy Welch is in a few football cards.

How am I going to collect if he's dead?

You didn't take any action on the fight
with Matt Wheeler.

Do I look like a moron to you? Yeah, you
do, Sal.

You look as dumb as a post.

We've already found three victims.

A fourth this Saturday.

And I will personally shove accessory to
murder up your keister unless you get

real smart real fast.

There's a guy.

He used to be a client.

That's the horses, the fights.

A nickel a month tops.

He calls me on the phone with his
freaking high little voice and he wants

know if I have a client who owes.

That's a stupid question.

Then he says to me, maybe I know someone
who's in trouble, you know, someone who

can handle himself in a fight.

So you fed him Matt Wheeler?

I said if Wheeler would fight, that he'd
buy back his debt, including the VIG.

It's a good deal for me.

What do I care what Wheeler does?

Because Wheeler is dead.

And so is Danny Lamont.

I got a hunch that you fed him Danny,
too.

Ken, it was supposed to be a fight.

Nobody was supposed to die.

Now you know, Sal.

If you don't get with the program,
you're an accessory to murder.

Who's the guy?

Abraham Lincoln III.

Nobody uses their real names anymore.

Grant.

Your father was right about you.

Well, if we can believe living easy,
this is beginning to look like a one

operation. Whoever it is, he's extremely
organized.

Finds the fighters, gets the drugs,
drives them to the fights.

Sets up the camera. Gets electricity in
the buildings he uses.

Maybe he's an electrician.

Makes sense. He would work alone, come
and go relatively unnoticed. No security

systems. Could be a building inspector.

Or an engineer.

Contractor with a high voice.

A boy with a high voice. Like John T.

That may have been when his sadistic
tendencies started.

Typically that takes the form of
tormenting animals or weaker children.

Okay, well, we've got a lot of ground to
cover.

George, can you start looking for anyone
with a history of juvenile charges for

cruelty to animals?

Cross -reference it with anybody who's
been arrested for staging cockfights or

dogfights. Got it. Now, I just reached
out and touched the phone company, and I

went over a list of all their
installations for the past three weeks,

there's one location that jumped out at
me as too much to be a coincidence.

Rembrandt Hotel, the night before King
Gibe and Reyes got together.

It's exclusive.

Fits your profile.

Manager said it was hooked up to a 50
-inch monitor.

Paid for in cash by John Smith.

Said he figured it was porno flicks for
lonely guys from out of town. That would

be the good news.

Let's go.

Along with a big screen, we set up a
full bar and two deli plates.

Any idea how many people actually showed
up?

They asked for ten chairs.

Can your staff help us with IDs or
descriptions?

Long shot.

It's been almost a week. The room's been
rented and cleaned three times.

I want your security camera tips.

Especially the ones from the parking
garage between the hours of 8, 15, 10 p

No problem.

Thanks.

You can imagine the kind of depravity it
takes to show up at a hotel, grab a

little deli, throw back a couple of
drinks, and watch a slaughter.

He likes watching people die.

I'm still working on the suspect list.
It's a long one for tough man contests

and illegal boxing, but pretty short for
animal fights.

Hey, George, stop that.

Push it on the bumper.

Let's put this guy on the list.

98500SL Sedan.

I don't understand spending $120 ,000
for a car and then plastering on a

to advertise your ignorance.

What do we got?

We're looking at old cars that arrived
around 8 and left at around 10. If they

use cabs, we're out of luck.

We've got it down to 40. Eliminate
rentals at 18.

Take away out -of -state. It's down to
half a dozen.

Let's run the plates, names, addresses.
Find me a sicko who was there so I can

talk to him.

I suppose the idea shocks you.

Frankly, Miss Hughes, we thought all the
people watching this sort of thing

would have been men.

I thought the same about a visit from
the FBI.

Another bubble burn.

Medusa, you were at a hotel Saturday
night.

You paid to watch a fight to the death?

I didn't pay that.

My car was certainly at the Rembrandt,
but anything else is conjecture.

Your money paid to have a man killed.

I watched a fight.

How do I know if someone was actually
killed? For all I know, it was staged.

You watched the fight Saturday night
from the Rembrandt Hotel.

That night, the body of this man was
found in the dumpster. Now we can put

at the scene of the fight, and you're in
a room where the fight was broadcast.

Come on.

If you went after everyone who got their
kicks from watching death and violence,

you'd have to arrest everyone who
watches the 11 o 'clock news.

Fascinating, doesn't it?

Think how far someone will go.

Beat the hell out of waiting for escrow
to close.

Or chasing criminals.

I don't know.

Nailing perverts can be very satisfying.

Let's cut to the chase.

We need to know how people get to this
event.

How they find out when and where.

So unless you enjoy wearing handcuffs
instead of pretty earrings, you better

tell us.

It's a computer bulletin board.

A perfectly legal way to communicate
with like -minded people.

George has been monitoring the bulletin
board the US woman gave us. I finally

answered. Take a look.

This is pretty boy Daniels and Carl
Robertson.

Daniels died.

Robertson literally beat him to death in
the ring. I tried to ban boxing after

that. He should have stopped the fight.

He's wedding the audience to that guy.

You must not tell the customers where to
show up until just before the fight.

It's always a new location, new phone
line, new P .O. box.

Where do we stand with suspects?

Well, here's what he looks like,
according to King Gibe.

Now, I came up with two guys who had
convictions for staging both animal

and human fights.

One is currently residing in Attica. The
other one is dead.

However... There are 26 people with
convictions for staging animal fights

the past 20 years.

Any with juvenile records for animal
cruelty?

Six. Well, we know his work takes him
into empty buildings.

Let's stick with tradesmen.

Only one.

Robert Jenkins.

His photo is from his arrest in 1978
when he was 18.

He was found guilty of animal cruelty to
neighborhood pets.

In 85, he got busted for cockfighting.
That's six months probation.

No arrests since then.

It's an electrician in Quincy. It's
printed.

John showed it to Sally Bernice. I bet
his alias is Abraham.

We're gonna get a warrant going.

Here's what you got.

A suspect who is aiding and abetting
murder.

He lures these poor Joes into a trap,
gets them to kill each other, and sends

out the video to the scum who watch.

If I'm lucky, I can get him on accessory
to murder.

Why not murder one? He's killed three
people. Yeah, but who do I put on the

stand in a murder trial?

A confessed killer who beat a man to
death? That's a lose -lose.

You're saying you're not going to
prosecute Jenkins?

For murder one, I need an eyewitness.

Someone who is in the room and hears him
say the word kill.

I'd love to find you one, Peter, but
they keep ending up dead.

I'm sorry, but as a U .S. attorney, I
can't take a case to trial on behalf of

the Pentagon unless it's a slam dunk.

You haven't even got a ball.

I'm stuck.

And someone else is going to die in two
days.

We're going to make the bust.

I'll try and get you what you need.

Well, we can cut him off from his
audience, stop the next fight. We need

him instruct one of the fighters to kill
in order to get a conviction.

But then we'd have to get inside one of
those fights while it's in progress.

We could substitute our own fighter.

I could do it.

I could punch it out with these guys all
day.

They're not trained.

No. If...

I authorize this thing like that. You
wouldn't be able to use your skill as a

fighter. Or Jenkins would know you're a
ringer.

I know.

Can I take a punch?

You wouldn't be sharp.

You would have to take one of those drug
cocktails. He'll get you exhausted,

willing to do anything just to get out
of that room.

It's the only way, and you know it. We
don't even have a way of getting him

inside, John.

Yes, we do.

We twist Livernazy.

We get him to give the names he gave
Jenkins.

We pick them up. He's got no fight on
Saturday.

And Sal gives him you.

Good work.

Wait a minute. Let's just say that it
does work.

John, if you get in there and you get
into trouble, we're not going to be able

to come in there and help you.

We can work that out later.

Billy.

George, you with us?

Standing by.

Your guide to the floor plan of every
building in Boston.

Sean must stop tapping his foot. It
sounds like the NBA times 10.

The transmitter's in the air cushion of
his running shoe.

Can't kill all the noise.

John Miller?

It's me.

Ready for some fun?

I'm gonna have a hell of a lot more fun
than the other guy.

Precisely. Climb in, please.

Oh, and, uh, no talking.

Who's that?

Your worthy adversary. I said no
talking.

For what?

Or no ten thousand.

It's your choice.

Jenkins is pulling out.

We're right behind him, George.

Let me know if anything happens to the
connection.

All right, gentlemen, right this way.

Hurry up, hurry up.

He's rushing them in.

Keeping them disoriented.

Your audience is waiting.

1110 Grand Avenue, abandoned factory, no
signs.

Hold the plans, Georgie.

Brookline Paint, closed in 1995, in
receivership, and they had an ISDN line

installed this week.

Okay. Trace the feedback to the
audience.

Trace.

Follow me.

It's just a little further.

All right, gentlemen.

What? What is all this?

They're somewhere else.

They will be watching avidly.

And the bets are beginning.

You can go ahead and start warming up.

You'll fight in rounds.

Five minutes each. I'll keep time.

How many?

We'll see.

Once we have a knockout, we have a
winner.

How many?

Say when.

The floor plan, George. We need to
infiltrate and pre -position without

them off. You got it.

They're in the west corner basement in
an old mixing room. You'll see it marked

on the map.

I'll talk you in.

Billy, I got it.

I'm done.

I'm done.

We've only had three rounds, John.

Hey, quit.

Hey, quit. I'll take the money.

Give me the money.

No, no, no.

Not yet.

First, a power boost.

Speed and steroids.

Trust me, you'll come around in no time.

Give it here.

Give it to me.

Tell you what, I'll raise the antique to
$12 ,000.

That's a good deal for a black eye.

Go another round?

Winner take all.

Be careful when you step.

Billy, book your head.

Six rooms on the sub -basement level
with the same dimensions as the mixing

room. Right turn.

Straight ahead, ten feet.

We're there.

Okay, I got the trace.

The audience is in the Berkshire Hotel.

I'll call in the raid, and I should be
able to unscramble the video.

I can't move.

Well, we don't have a winner.

When do I win?

Isn't it obvious?

This is for the death.

You have to kill him to win.

That's it.

Got that on tape, George?

I got it. You better hurry.

Who could take the money?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. All my audience
wants is a real fight.

We've tipped it along to cover every
exit.

Smallest monster I've ever seen.

Get out.

You know, we walked out of the hospital.

Doesn't want to believe he's hurt. I'm
all right, George.

I'm ready to go to work to do this bus
thing. All right.

Get to work.

So, did this help you make that piece
that we talked about?

You're relentless, aren't you?

When I used to box, I was angry.

And street fighting, too.

It's like I was hitting my father.

My father was wrong.

Beating on people doesn't make you
tough.

Thanks, you.

Sorry.

Oh, I, uh... I got you.

Big boy fries!

Yeah, I had them over tonight. I had to
nuke them, but they're pretty good.

Do you want any? Oh, no, I can't touch
them.

I can't. I have a house full of little
girls that I have to take.

Okay, well, next time we're in Boston,
we'll stop by the real deal.

Okay. All right?

Thank you.

Hi. Hi.

Hi. Hi. This is my dad.

Hi.

I spend every other weekend with him.

Information I'm sure you can live
without.

Ah,

Samantha Waters.

Rick Webster.

My friend, Angel Brown.

Hey, nice to meet you. My pleasure.

So, I met the FBI agents in the hall, by
the car, outside.

I feel very safe.

Yeah?

Could you tell us a story about the arm?

Yeah, please. It's really scary. It's
really scary.

Please, please, please.

Okay, okay. Everybody in the tent.

I'd love to stay for the own.

I gotta go. So, um, what time should I
pick her up tomorrow?

Uh, well, not too early. I'm gonna make
pancakes. Oh, I love pancakes.

Oh. What time?

Nine. Ten?

Beautiful. Okay.

Nice message.

Bye.

There was a man with a very, very,

very long hair.