All language subtitles for The Pretender - 3x12 - Unsinkable

Strange how Jarod
left nothing in Hawaii,

as if he wanted us
out of the way.

Broots, find out
why we haven't landed.

- Please, don't make me get up.
- Since when do you hate to fly?

I don't hate to fly.
I hate to barf.

It's important.

Jarod's trail's cold.
What could you possibly be late for?

Unless your appointment
is not business but pleasure.

Are you this chatty
on commercial flights?

I'm a shrink.
What do you want?

So, what's his name?

You did call him from
Jarod's cabana, didn't you?

There was a certain glow
about you.

I don't glow, Sydney.

His name's Thomas,
and he's doing some work on my house.

He's a fix-it man, Syd.

What exactly is broken?

The pilot says we're gonna
circle for an hour, maybe two.

Thank you, Jarod.

And you just know he's down there
basking in the sun and surf.

Wake up, wiseass.

I wouldn't want you to sleep through this
while you're going in for a dip.

No!

There are Pretenders among us.

I was taken from my family.

36 hours and he's already demonstrating
more talent than any of our others.

How many people died
because of what I thought up?

Since I broke out, I've spent every moment
searching for my past.

He's a Pretender,

a genius who can become
anyone that he wants to be.

- The Centre wants him alive.
- Preferably.

He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

- You a doctor?
- I am today.

Ever since I was a boy, people have
been telling me that I'm special,

that I could be
anything I want to be.

I never guessed
I would end up here,

in the Atlantic Ocean
as a human anchor.

But maybe I should start
at the beginning.

Oh, you're a lawyer, eh?

I says, "All lawyers are slime. "

Guy next to me screams,
"You take that back!"

I say, "Why, are you a lawyer?"
He says, "No, I'm a slime. "

The Comedy Slot, where the jokes are as cheesy as the patrons.

Well, no one was laughing,
especially me.

I'd been tracking these
classified ads for weeks,

but I didn't know
who was placing them.

It was too obvious for a Centre trick,
but I had to be careful.

That's why I left no leads in Hawaii.

That's also why I should've turned and run
when I spotted the source of the ads.

Argyle.

He saved my life once,

then tried to sell
me to the Centre.

Hey! You call this a martini?

You call this a martini?
I wouldn't feed this to my dog, okay?

And I said no olives, miss.
He's pimiento intolerant.

But even if he wasn't, I wouldn't let
this touch his little doggy lips.

You know what I'm sayin'?
There's a good boy.

She's a bad girl. She's a bad girl.

J- rod!

What's tricks, man? How you doin'?
I knew you'd get my message.

Half the eastern seaboard
got your message.

Well, yeah.
Yeah, well, it worked, right?

Whoa. Dog, you remember Jarod?

You're in like Flynn, see?
Look at us three, all right?

Reunited, and we're feelin' good, right?

Hey, you still carryin'
all them crazy I.D.'s?

Whose skin you
wearin' this week?

A sucker's.

- Now, what do you want?
- What do I want? What do I want?

I want another couple of martinis.
That's what I want. Hold the olives.

Okay. What I want? What I want is for everybody to get along, Okay?

- I want everybody to be happy.
- Starting with yourself.

Of course, but how much happier
can this snazzy boy be?

Check me out.
I'm a fat cat down here.

Me llaman El Gato Gordo, dude.

Who did you have
to sell to get it?

You know something?
That's low. That is very low.

But check this out.
Voom! I forgive you.

- How did you break your finger?
- Um, that? Job hazard.

That would require a job.
Now, what do you want?

Okay. Here's the story, all right?

There's this guy, Faddis, down here.
Mr. Sonny Faddis.

He's the entrepreneurial type.
He's actually a friend of mine.

Friends break bread, not fingers.

Okay. I know what you're saying about the finger, okay? But you're wrong.

He's got people
who do that for him, okay?

He provided me, recently,
with a little financial sustenance.

- How much do you owe him?
- $5,000.

What? You went through all of this trouble
to get me down here for $5,000?

Listen to me, Jarod.
This Mr. Sonny Faddis is bad news, okay?

He made me choose which finger
his goons would break.

I told him this one, 'cause you gotta
have a free picker, you know?

Thing is, Jarod,
if I don't pay this guy back...

Argyle is ancient history, man. Phfft!

Besides, what's five large
between friends?

You tried to sell me for 10!

I know. I know what I did.

I know what I know.
I know what I did was wrong.

I also happen to know
that you, my friend...

and I are kindred spirits.

Don't give me that look.

We both know what it's like
to be alone in this world.

And we also both know what it's like
to have nobody to turn to.

You're all I got, Jarod.

I was suddenly face-to-face
with my toughest pretend:

becoming Argyle's friend.

You da man, Jarod.

- I didn't need forged papers or a fake I.D.
- You da man, Jarod.

Set us up with another
couple of drinks.

Just a lot of patience, and no common sense.

You seem anxious.

Thomas must be doing
important fix-it work.

I met him a few weeks ago.

We spent a couple of hours
together one night.

Just talking.

- He used to work on Wall Street, but he checked out.
- Hmm.

He's renovating this absolutely
ancient house near mine.

He calls it a work in progress.

I got the thinking I needed
some work done on my house, so...

Well, I wish I could tell you having him
over was just about the water damage,

but, it was more.

Well, it's definitely water damage.

Yeah.

This place is sweet though.
It's got a lot of character.

Lot of years.

Yeah, but structure's great
and masonry out front.

Mm-hmm.

Own or rent?

It was a gift given to me by my father
when I graduated college.

It was... sort of
a hideaway for my parents.

That's gotta be Mom.

I look just like her. I know.

- She passed away when I was a little girl.
- Oh. Must have been tough.

Yeah.

Hey, you know what would
be perfect right here?

A lighter color.

Then we'll lose the stained glass
and the bay windows and...

get some light reflection comin' in,
brighten up the whole house.

Let's...

cover it with drywall
and a fresh coat of paint.

- Same color.
- Mm.

What?

You're a doer.

- A doer?
- Yeah.

I... worked construction
to pay for college.

Big Leave It To Beaver houses.

We had two kinds of housewives.

Fiddlers... always changed their tune,

made you replace cabinets
after they were already in.

And the doers...

Well, the doers...
They always made the call.

Once.

I always get what I want.

I've heard that love
makes the world go round.

Or is it money?
It is in Argyle's world.

I'd gotten his $5,000
courtesy of Centre funds.

But before we went to pay off
his loan shark, Mr. Faddis.

Argyle insisted on making a stop.

But as is so Argyle,
around every corner is another surprise.

Although his Pretender skills
needed honing, Argyle was right.

In a way,
we were kindred spirits.

There was just something about Argyle I...

Understood.

Dog. I gotta make sure
he diddles on the balcony.

Make yourself at home.

Oh, no! For the love of Pete.
I told you the balcony.

Freeze, soldier!
I've tangled with S.S. twice your size.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- If you think you can just waltz in here

and swipe my prize possessions for a vial of mind-altering crap,

- you got another think comin'.
- Argyle!

- Make your peace, son.
- Yo, yo, yo! Yo, hold up.

Take it easy. This is my friend.
This man is my friend.

Oh. Wait a minute.
What the heck are you doin' here?

What, I can't come here?
All of a sudden, I can't come here?

- My buildings are done.
- Oh, yeah? Well, your manners ain't.

(My) Name's Benny, retired field medic.

101st Airborne, Screaming Eagles, W.W.II.

My name is Jarod.

Firm handshake, sign of character.

In some cultures,
it means you're a skilled horseman.

I was a rodeo clown once.

Which would explain
why you work with my son.

Um, Pop. That's Jarod, like myself,

has broadened his horizons
in the ever-expanding

and creatively exciting world
of computer-aided drafting.

- Actually, I was just...
- No.

Medicine time, Pop.

The sacred timepiece has spoken.

Cherish your health, Jarod.
It's the only thing you got that's truly yours,

besides earwax and nose hair.

"Demoxidyle. "

"Recrotin. "

Do you have
an enzyme imbalance?

Brain condition.
Also gave me this limp.

- It could be enzyme-related, but it doesn't...
- Could be.

Been a pleasure, Jerry.
Pope's comin' back on.

Isn't he on tape?

You don't pause the pontiff.

You borrowed the $5,000
for him, didn't you?

Well, V.F.W. Gives him insurance,

but it don't cover
what he really needs.

We lost mom 'bout a year ago.
He's been goin' downhill ever since.

They saw the pope together
back in '95. Giants Stadium.

That was right after mom got sick.

Doc said she had, like,
a month to live.

My old man swears the pope gave her
those three extra years.

He just wants to go to Vatican City,
you know?

See the guy, hear the mass,
maybe thank him. I don't know.

$5,000 covers a trip to Italy.

Yeah. I know.

- But, um...
- But what?

Well, uh, there's this guy
who works for Faddis.

He, uh- He handles
my high-yield investments.

So you borrowed $5,000 from a loan shark
and then you lost it to a bookie.

Jarod, I just want my dad's trip
to be top drawer, you know?

First pew all the way.
Is that too much to ask?

Argyle's heart was in the right place,

but, as usual, his brain wasn't.

I insisted we go straight
to pay off Faddis.

I can't wait to see Faddis's face
when I slide him the green.

He insisted on going it alone.

Be careful.

A little quick homework told me
that Argyle's loan shark was a man-eater,

a short-tempered, violent killer,
Sonny Faddis.

Along with Sonny's Clam Shack,
he owned a big piece of the waterfront

and supplied seafood
to most of Atlantic City.

It didn't take long to see
that Argyle was in over his head.

And his back against the wall.

Get in! Get in!

You mamalukes!

- Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh!
- Who were they?

Those guys?
Faddis's boys.

- The Africans.
- Africans?

South Africans.

Look, Argyle, they would never have
broken another finger if you paid 'em up.

Well?

Okay, okay.
I owe 'em a favor.

Once I'm done with that,
I'm free and clear.

Don't say it.
Don't even think it.

The guy'll fly solo
on this one, man.

No worries, man.

Thanks for everything you done.

And that five grand, back in your
bank account before you even know it.

Just give me a little time.
That's all. A little time.

You know, he may be
man's best friend,

but you, J-dog,
you are my best friend.

Argyle, here.

Two first-class tickets
to Vatican City.

Make sure your dad
sees the pope.

I can't, man. It's gotta be from me.
You've already done enough.

Sayonara, man.
Adios.

Take care of yourself.

Second thoughts can be dangerous.

But it quickly dawned on me
that leaving Argyle and Dog would be like...

Well, it would be like leaving
two wounded animals in a trap.

It just wasn't in me.

You guys coming or what?

You were praying for
your father, weren't you?

Yeah. He gave it to me.
It's laminated.

He and Mom got it
when they saw him in '95.

I was prayin' that, you know, he'd get to see
the popester before it was too late.

Too late?

Well, yeah, Jarod.
He's dying.

Argyle's situation put into focus for me
something I think I've known for a long time

that until I find my family, helping people
like Benny and Argyle is the next best thing.

On my end,
things were going... pretty smoothly.

But how was I to know that the middle part
of this story would get so messy?

Faddis had a simple job for Argyle:

pick up a bag of skimmed casino money
from a Dumpster.

But something about this was nagging me.

Why would Faddis trust Argyle
to pick up his money?

After all, Argyle's a guy
who named his dog...

well, Dog.

No worries.
Just like Argyle said.

For a second, I believed him.

- A split second.
- Uh! That hurt.

Turns out the bag and the money inside
didn't belong to Faddis.

It belonged to this guy
who called himself the Cuban

and called me something else.

Little Joe from Chicago, what makes
you think you can come to my town,

kill two of my couriers
and steal my money?

This cash belongs to the Cuban.

- The Cuban?
- Cuban?

- You never heard of the Cuban?
- Not one that sounds like you.

I'm not a Cuban.
I'm the Cuban.

Remember those second thoughts?

And this is my little friend.

Oh, yeah! Yeah!

You're a good boy. You're a good boy.
You're a good boy.

- Get outta here!
- Yeah.

- Ah, shoot! The money!
- Forget the money.

Argyle!

Oh, geez!

Drive! Drive! Drive!

He's still out.
God bless Dramamine.

Tell me, Parker. This Thomas,
Does he know where you work?

This really hits the spot.

Mmm. Thanks for the eats.

It's comin' out of your paycheck.

Shrimp.

- I got you hooked, didn't I, Parker?
- I've always been partial to Mu Shu.

You mean that's all you ever order.

Someone once told me
stability breeds success.

Well, that's because they never had
sweet-and-pungent shrimp.

Oh.

Uh-oh. Last piece.

Are you always
this demanding at work?

I'm a doer, remember?

Ah, that's right.

Corporate risk assessment.

Sounds like a fancy name
for insurance.

Fancy name for stress.

I... um...

I solve problems for my company.

I was gonna tell you...

I...

went up on the roof
to check for the leak.

You know, water damage.
And...

Well, there may be
another room back there.

Let's just cover it up
like we talked about.

Look, my company
makes me carry that.

Hey, work is work.

Anyway, I should be done
by Saturday,

if you don't slow me down
with more food.

It's a part of me
I wish he hadn't seen.

The gun is something
you carry, Parker.

It's not who you are.

- Are you all right?
- Oh, J-man, I'm cold.

- I'm so cold.
- What are you talking about?

This is just a flesh wound.
The bullet barely nicked you.

Yeah?

Well, I know what you're gonna say,
but how was I supposed to know

that an Irish Cuban was gonna show up
and spout wiggy.

He called you Little Joe.
What's that all about?

He was obviously expecting
this Little Joe.

Yeah, but too bad for him
we're the ones bringing home the green.

Goodyear blimp says Argyle's a pimp.

Oh, no, J-man.

Oh, no, J-man.

I could see it in Argyle's eyes.

Before today,
I would've called it greed.

Oh, no.

But this was fear.

No money in the bag
meant no trip to Italy,

and no dying wish for the one thing
that really matters to Argyle - Pop.

Step back, son. Thanks to me,
no man in the 101st ever lost a limb.

Except Bernie Sankowitz. He lost his big toe,
but that's barely an appendage.

Lamina-pope let me down.

Hey, what's this doin' in here?

- That's not my key.
- That's an awful lot of sedative.

Hey, Pop, how about
we skip the needle?

Take it like a man, soldier.

I wasn't having any luck with the key,

but I did track down the Cuban,
A.K.A. Denis O'Quinn.

Turns out he was the second-biggest
loan shark in Atlantic City,

second only to the clam king,
Sonny Faddis.

But what was the Cuban doing
at the Dumpster? Stealing from Faddis?

No. That didn't make any sense.
None of this does.

It felt like Faddis had set Argyle up.

But for what?

The key had definitely
been planted on him.

- And probably by the Africans.
- Orlani.

Faddis's minions must have planted it
on Argyle when they broke his finger.

Yeah. He's out colder
than spit on ice.

- You were right, too much knockout juice.
- He'll be fine.

Not if he keeps up like this. A son
should never stop listening to his father.

He should know to stay away
from the wrong people.

My Adella would've
made sure of that.

- She had a beautiful smile.
- Oh, yeah, didn't she?

And such a way with that kid.

- He was an only chid.
- Yep.

After he was born, Dr. Canepa told Adella
she had to close down the baby foundry.

My buttercup
always found the silver lining.

- She said Argyle broke the mold.
- Many molds.

If she was here, he wouldn't be
sneaking around with a bunch of criminals

pretending to be an architect.

You knew about that.

That kid wouldn't know a straightedge
if it bit him on the tokus.

I know he's not perfect, Jarod,
but he's got a kind soul.

He's got her soul.

You underestimate fathers.

I may have fought in the big one,

but she was the real hero.

When I lost her...

it was like bein' at the front,

and losin' contact with H.Q.

I just didn't know
what was what anymore.

And I can't reach him.

God knows I'd love to find a way.

Orlani?

I couldn't find a bank or a key maker
with that name.

Well, I got a buddy in the V.F.W.
He's a locksmith.

I'll have him take a gander.

- Where you goin'?
- Trolling.

For shark.

Loan shark, that is.

Something told me that I was caught
in the middle of a turfwar.

So I put on my best wiseguy duds,

and paid a visit to the clam king.

Mr. Faddis, Call me the pope.

The pope, huh? Well, I don't serve
loaves and fishes here.

Andres, get me a fresh plate after I deal with this clown.

So, uh, what can I do for you,
Mr. Pope?

Why would you loan $5,000...
to a guy like Argyle?

Oh, you know that
little weasel?

If he's such a weasel, why did you ask him
to make a pickup for you?

Who said I did?

He did.

Now you listen to me.
I don't care what you call yourself.

I'm gonna spell it out for you
like you were five.

Argyle still owes me a big favor.

So you're gonna tell me where
that little insect is,

or you're gonna go
for a long walk off a short pier.

Clich�, I know.
But I happen to own the pier.

I'll deliver you Argyle,
for a price.

- Ten.
- Come on. You got more clams than that.

Twenty.

- All right.
- Al! Where are my cigars?

Sorry, Mr. Faddis.
I just got back from Orlani.

Thank you.

- Orlani.
- Yeah. I eat there every Friday.

I keep a humidor in the back.
What? You like that place?

What's not to like?

You oughta try the osso buco.
It's phenomenal.

I don't care much for veal.

It reminds me of my childhood.

My meeting with Faddis answered one question.

Orlani was a restaurant,
another restaurant.

I had a feeling that the key,
no pun, to this mystery,

was locked inside a humidor there.

All I had to do was
get that key back from Benny,

but he had a plan of his own.

Benny knew about Orlani all along.

And to make matters worse,

the Screaming Eagle decided to
take matters into his own hands,

drop behind enemy lines
and strike a blow for his son.

I wish I could say that the war was about
to end, but it was just beginning.

War is hell, especially when
a slippery lockpick is suddenly the enemy.

Welcome to my Waterloo.

I'm warning you!

I've tangled with S.S.
Twice your size!

Benny took matters
into his own hands all right.

And the Africans were
about to take a finger.

Oh, no.

- Geez.
- I wouldn't do that.

I was unarmed,
but Sydney always taught me

that my brain
is my most powerful weapon.

Benny, don't! Hey.

Let's get outta here.

Old Rommel ain't got nothin' on you.

The flight from hell.

The pilot says we'll be circling
for another half an hour.

Think you'll make it in time
to see Thomas?

It probably doesn't matter,
not after the last time.

- Thomas?
- In here.

I was right.
There is a room behind this wall.

And...

look what I found.

It was a studio or something.
The skylights back there are great.

(As) soon as I lose this wall,
it'll really brighten up in here.

Leave it up.

- Wait, you kidding me?
- Leave it up.

I have to catch a flight
to Hawaii in an hour. Just...

Cover it.

You knew about the room.

I saw your mother's name
on some stationery.

Catherine Parker.
It was her studio.

- And you knew it was there all along.
- Yes, I did.

And I'm the one who put the wall up,
so just leave it up.

Parker, why didn't
you say something?

What am I supposed to say?

You want me to tell you that
that was her favorite room,

and that's where she would read to me
and tell me stories and braid my hair?

Is that what I'm supposed to do,
just bare my soul to a stranger?

Oh.

So, I'm a stranger.

I figured at least...
acquaintance.

Well, you figured wrong.

That what the gun's for, hmm?

To keep strangers away?

I'm guessing your life's filled with them,
starting with her.

Put the wall back up
while I'm gone.

Sure thing.

I'll be back Saturday
to give you the check.

I let him go.

He stood there waiting
for me to stop him,

and I let him go.

Your fix-it man is right, Parker.

Why is everyone a stranger?

Aw, nuts!
We're up to our necks in it now, Pop.

Look, Faddis, that fungus, has been in the
rackets since before you two were born.

Understand something, Benny.

Faddis is a killer, and he won't stop
until he finds both of you.

Yeah, who's a fungus now, Pop?
You lied to Jarod about the key.

You want him to fight
your battles for you? Is that it?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Nobody
fights my battles for me.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, and pop, not everybody was so lucky
they got to go to World War II.

- Hey, I was serving my country.
- Okay. Okay. Enough!

Look, your father
only lied about the key

because he was trying
to get Faddis off your back.

You were?

And your son borrowed the money
from Faddis

so he could surprise you
with a trip to the Vatican.

You mean... see the big guy?

Yeah, Pop. If you just stick
with me and Jarod, you know?

We wanna get you there
so you can see the guy, you know?

Before you die and all.

Isn't there something
you wanna tell Argyle?

- Benny.
- Hmm?

You don't have
a brain condition, do you?

And this medication...

Mmm. Sugar pills.

You mean,
you're not dying, Pop?

I've got a great idea here.

Why don't we try a little fact
instead of fiction, huh?

It was the first time
both of them had shut up

since I'd gotten there,
and I knew where the silence came from.

There was a time when it would have
been filled with another voice.

She's gone.
She can't be replaced.

That's not an option with mothers.

But, you two, you don't
have to lose each other.

Hmm.

It was the kind of moment
I left the Centre for.

Of course, helping
Argyle's father meant nothing

if Argyle didn't
live through the week.

That's where the cigar box came in.

Argyle thought he had
everything figured out.

Hey, hey. Yo, I got
this thing nailed, J-man.

See, I'm thinkin'
this guy's the Cuban, right?

So he's gotta have
family on the island

under the yoke of the evil dictator
Fidel Castro and whatnot.

But, of course, Argyle was way off.

Faddis had killed two of the Cuban's
couriers and stolen his money

and he needed someone
to blame it on: Argyle.

The contents of the cigar box
fingered Argyle as a criminal nicknamed:

Little Joe from Chicago.

You see, the Cuban was supposed
to find Argyle at the Dumpster and kill him.

He'd find the key, the cigar box
and have his culprit.

And Faddis would get away with murder

and a lot of the Cuban's money.

... first flight
straight to Havana.

And bam, bam, bam!

They are living high off the hog
like capitalist pigs in Atlantic City.

Hmm? Hmm? Am I good?

You nailed it, Argyle.

Just one question:
Where were the Cuban's couriers?

You're gonna go
for a long walk off a short pier.

Cliche, I know,
but I happen to own the pier.

Faddis had covered the Cuban's couriers
in chains and tossed them.

It was a cliche, the worst kind.

I was planning
a similar fate for Faddis.

It kind of became my M.O.
since I escaped the Centre,

payback against the people who think
they can step on the little guy.

In this case, one of
the littlest guys on the planet.

What are you doing
with my case?

Oh. No, this ain't
what it looks like.

- This ain't what it looks like.
- What are you doin' with this?

I wasn't stealin'anything.

I was borrowing that...

to make this.

Lamina-pope gave me the idea.

This way, she'll always be protected
from the elements,

and always close.

Nicest thing
anybody ever did for me.

My pretend started out
pretending to be Argyle's friend.

I wasn't pretending anymore.

I told Argyle to meet me
at the pier at 8.00.

But unfortunately, he was followed there
by the Africans.

Coast is clear, big guy.
We're good to go.

But Faddis's goon
had other ideas.

Make that goons, plural.

Oh! Aw, no! Aw, no!

No!
Aw! No!

Unlike his brain,
Argyle's feet were working just fine.

I'm sorry, J-man!

As for the goons, well, I think you know
what they had in mind for me.

Good luck, Parker, and don't worry.

Things with Thomas
will work out for the best.

- Miss Parker...
- Not now, Broots. I'm in a hurry.

Oh, for what it's worth,
I say go for it.

You were listening.

Well, I heard parts.

Oh, what, is everybody a spy?

Who do we work for?

I'm just saying that
if I felt that way about somebody,

I'd tell 'em.

It's like this plane ride
we just took.

You know, at any second,
we could've been a statistic.

We shouldn't ever
pass up an opportunity.

Thanks for the tip.

Which brings us to the end.

And with any luck, not my own.

Wake up, wiseass.

I wouldn't want you to sleep through this.
You're going in for a dip.

No!

Faddis had sunk another victim,

but that's exactly
how I'd planned it,

from the Africans following Argyle

to the camera we had set up
to capture the whole thing.

Losing the lock pick, however,
wasn't part of the plan.

Thank goodness
for my four-legged backup.

Wait up. Wait up.

Wait for me.
Where are you going?

Give me that.

What are you lookin' at?

Faddis had invited the Cuban to celebrate
my long walk off a short pier.

They were heading to Orlani
for some osso buco.

But like I said,
I don't go for veal.

Everybody freeze.
Nobody makes a move.

The Cuban wasn't too happy
when I told him what Faddis had done.

Neither were the police.

I told them where they could find Faddis,
the Cuban's dead couriers,

and our videotape.

Nobody messes with the 'Gyle
and his sidekick, J-rod!

Didn't anybody ever tell you crime don't pay?

We're a pretty good team,
you and me.

Thomas?

You always this punctual?

The storm.

We had to circle and...

I know you didn't ask for a door.

If you want, I could put
the wall back up.

So, what's the damage?

Same price. Nothing extra.

It's locked now,
but if you want to open it,

you got the option.

Tommy.

I shouldn't have lied.
It's just...

I was... very young
when my mother died.

And after it happened, I just...

My... I...

I just couldn't bring myself
to go into that room.

Mom and I used to...

used to...

talk all night in there.

And moonlight made it so special.

She had a very... painful life,

and that room was her sanctuary.

No, Parker.

You were.

But you can't remember that.

When you closed off that room,
you closed off a part of your soul,

the part that came from her.

Get it back.

I can't do it alone.

Come on. It'll be okay.

Your Holiness,
this is truly a great honor.

I only wish my Adella was here.

But I guess she's watching
from up above. Huh?

Nobody knows that
better than you, eih, big guy?

You know, he's so, like, human.

- I know. He ain't no lamina-pope.
- It's amazing.

Argyle will never forget this, baby.

Your Highness, talk to me
about the gift shop.

What's up with those people down there?
They don't have any manners?

No.

They work for you? Think you could kick us in a discount, me and my pop?

Yeah.

You ever think about getting
those prayer cards laminated?

Hmm? Hmm? What you think?