All language subtitles for FBI Most Wanted S05E08 - Supply Chain

- Hey, is this the organic one?
- Yeah.

Yeah, and you warmed it up in
the microwave for 12 seconds.

12 seconds, like you said.

It's okay.

I know, you don't like it, do you?

I don't know why he just won't eat it.

It's not you, I think he's
just getting used to it still.

Nina?

Yeah.

Do you hear da-da?

Hey, will you... will you
help me in finishing

and just make sure that
he eats all of his fruit

and you get a bottle when
you wake up from your nap.

- Nina?
- Yeah, I'm here. What's up?

I'm late for work
and I can't find my shoes.

Okay.

Does Dougie really need all this stuff?

Don't be dramatic. I just rearranged.

Okay, but what about
the closet in his room?

- It's full.
- Wow.

This kid could equip an entire
nursery school at this point.

You're going a little
overboard with him.

Okay, well, I don't think I am.

We have every
baby accessory known to man.

I mean, we have stockpiles
of food, diapers everywhere.

Okay, well, I like to be prepared

- in case of an emergency.
- But what is the emergency?

End of times?

We have laminated feeding
charts in every single room.

These are color coded.

Okay.

You're, like, obsessed

with being some kind of perfect mother.

This is, like, taking over our lives.

Yes, well, that's what
babies do, Stuart.

They take over your lives
and your closets

- and your home and...
- Absolutely not. No.

It's not that complicated.

You feed them, you change them,
you play with them,

you read to them, you put them to bed.

Look, I mean,
Everest, she's great at it.

And I'm not?

- Really? Okay.
- That's not what I...

no, that's not what I said.

I'm trying to tell you
that Dougie cannot dominate

every second that you are home.

Honestly, all of this because you have

to walk four extra steps
and get your shoes

- from underneath the bed.
- This is not about shoes.

- This is ridiculous.
- This is about the shoes.

- Then what is it about?
- I can't... I can't do this right now.

- I need to go to work.
- Okay, bye.

- 'Sup?
- What's good?

- Shouldn't you be in school?
- Shouldn't you?

I got suspended.

For what?

Breakfast of champions.

You got Xanies?

Yeah, they're 15. How many you need?

Let me get 20.

- Slay.
- I got cash in my car.

I'll meet you over there.

Are these for you?

Yeah.

Start slow, man.

Why?

I'm just saying, most of these...

Yo, what the hell, lady?

Hand over the money, please.

Now!

All right, just take it easy.

Thank you.

Now, get in his car.

What?

This is a bad idea, Ms. Parkman.

Wait, you know this bitch?

Dude, you're so screwed.

I asked you once nicely. Get in.

Now, take us to where
you get those pills.

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A witness named Tara Baker
called in an abduction

and carjacking in Queens
a few hours ago.

Some middle-aged woman was seen taking

two teenagers hostage at gunpoint,

Jayden Rainey and Max Langella.

They were last seen leaving
a playground in Jayden's Jeep.

How did we catch this one so fast?

Jayden's mom is a General
Services Officer at the UN.

Well, that makes this a task force case.

And these abductions could
have political ramifications.

Either way, we go hard and we go fast.

There any tracking on the vehicle?

NYPD has a tri-state BOLO
out on the Jeep,

and I notified Jayden's family.

I'm still waiting
for a next of kin for Max.

- Cell phone?
- Already on it.

Barnes, reach out to this eyewitness.

Nina and I will go talk to the mom,

see if we can pin down a motive.
Let's roll.

I was with Max in the playground

when he left to go talk to Jayden.

The lady with the gun came up
and started arguing with him.

About what?

I don't know, I couldn't hear.

Then she hit Max in the face
and made them get in the car.

Then I called 911.

You said you knew these boys?

Just Max, really.

What'd this woman look like?

Like my mom's age, 42.

Reddish hair and a shiny black puffer.

You go to school, Tara?

Ditmars.

Well, why weren't you there today?

Well, I ditched.

Lucky for us, right?

I guess.

Hey.

Thank you.

- You smell the weed on her?
- Oh, yeah.

You never cut school and smoke
a little joint back in the day?

You met my father?
He would have whooped my ass.

I've called Jayden ten times.

It keeps going to voicemail.

Did your son drive to school today?

Yes, he drives to his
prep school in Brooklyn.

My ex-husband bought him
that Jeep for his birthday.

And what would he have
been doing near a playground

in Long Island City?

I don't have the vaguest idea.

His girlfriend, Stella, might know.

She goes to his school.

- I asked her to meet us here.
- Okay.

And do you know this kid he was
supposedly with, Max Langella?

No, I've never even heard of him.

Could this incident have anything to do

with your work at the UN?

I'm a bureaucrat in General Services.

It's nothing political.

We're gonna need to tap your phone

in case there's any communication

- with the kidnapper.
- Of course.

That must be Stella.

Did you find Jayden?

Not yet.

Did you see him at school today?

Yeah, yeah, but he left after homeroom.

How come?

He said he had to go help Kelli Parkman

- move some furniture.
- Furniture?

I assumed she was moving
stuff out of Isaac's bedroom.

Isaac Parkman is their classmate

who died of a drug overdose in January.

Oh, that... that's really awful.

It was... everyone at our
school is, like, traumatized.

Yeah, of course they are.

Do you know if it was fentanyl?

I'm not sure.

That's what I heard.

Thank God you and Jayden

aren't involved with that stuff.

What does Kelli look like?

She's in her mid-40s,
5'5 " or 6", auburn hair.

Yeah, sounds like our description.

Mm-hmm.

That's not possible.

I know Kelli from the search
committee at Jayden's school.

She and her husband are
well-off professionals.

Well, thank you, Miss Rainey.

Let us know if you hear from Jayden.

Absolutely.

What was going on in there
with you and Stella?

Uh, you know, sometimes
you can just recognize

people's struggles all too well.

- Because of your mom?
- Yeah.

You can just tell that
Stella is struggling

through depression and grief

and maybe guilt if she knew
that Isaac was using.

And it's just a lot for a kid.

We need to pay a visit
to Isaac's family.

You don't wanna sit this out?

- Hell no.
- I didn't think so.

You wanna talk to my wife?

Jayden Rainey went missing,

and we think Kelli might know
something about it.

What would Kelli know about that?

You tell us.

Where is Kelli right now?

I'm not sure.

Kelli's an RN.

Her job called this morning
because she no-showed.

She's not answering her phone.

We have a problem.

You mind if we step in?

We're pretty sure that your wife

abducted Jayden and his
friend Max today at gunpoint.

What?

We think that it has something
to do with your son, Isaac.

Oh, no.

Talk to us, Mr. Parkman.

Oh, God.

We know what happened with
your son, so take your time.

Isaac was our only child.

And after he passed in January,

we had the love and support
of our friends and relatives

to keep us grounded.

But once they're gone,

all that's left is this
endless tunnel of grief.

I lost my brother around Isaac's age.

Well, then you know.

So to be honest,

- Kelli's been spiraling.
- How so?

Last week, she...

she asked the police to
investigate who sold Isaac

the drugs that killed him.

And they told her it's too late now.

You... you should have reached
out when you knew your kid

had a problem, the implication being

it's her fault that Isaac died,

and that she should
have been a better mother.

That's really rough.

I made things worse.

My wife had Isaac's name

tattooed on her wrist,

and then I found this.

Kelli's never fired a gun in her life.

Did she blame Jayden
for Isaac's overdose?

I don't know, but Jayden seems like

he's got a good head on his shoulders.

But then you never really know, do you?

Did you invite someone over?

No, babe.

It's Max.

What's up, man? You need a re-up?

You must be Donnie.

What are you doing here?

Taking inventory.

I wanna see the faces of
the people who killed my son.

I don't know anything about that.

I also want your drugs.

Here, take some pictures of the
container before you grab it.

- Why?
- Just do it, Jayden.

Don't touch those.

- Carlo!
- Amber.

- Carlo!
- Take it easy, Amber.

Oh, hell no.

- Whoa, whoa. Hey, come on.
- No, no, no. Chill.

- Let's go, Ms. Parkman.
- Not without the pills.

Screw you, bitch!

You shot my little brother.

Yeah, we need to get out of here.

Okay. Get the pills.

This is all your fault.

We got shots fired, 911 call
from one of the neighbors.

Our fugitive could be inside.

Her phone pinged to this
location for a few minutes.

Who lives here?

It's rented out to a Donnie Tyson.

Be alert.

If Kelli's still in here,
she's armed, dangerous,

and has hostages.

FBI, open up!

Show me your hands.

Hands!

Get up.

What happened here?

Look at me.

What happened?

They killed Carlo.

Who did?

I don't know, man.

Where's Donnie?

- Donnie?
- Donnie!

I think he went with them.

Sit down.

Crossfire on opposite walls.

Like a Wild West shootout in here.

Yeah, we got two DOAs.

This one here is Max Langella.

He was one of our hostages.

Thousands of dollars in small bills.

He had a pill press
and a scale and these.

Those are trash cans.

Donnie Tyson runs a pill mill.

Donnie's a wholesaler, like a middleman.

You seem to know a lot
about this landscape.

Yeah, I worked a lot of
drug cases with Jubal's team.

Well, we found everything but the pills,

so it's clear that Kelli ripped
off Donnie Tyson's stash.

Yeah, and the girl said
that he went with him,

so maybe Kelli took him hostage.

I do know Kelli Parkman just
went from kidnapping to murder.

Hey.

Let me go.

Give me back my stash and
we forget this ever happened.

You want your poison back?

What are you doing?

Our friend needs his medicine.

I don't wanna be here for that.

You said you'd help me.

I said I'd help you find Isaac's dealer.

I didn't know there'd be guns.

Max got shot.

I'll make sure you don't
get in any trouble, okay?

I promise.

Where do you get the fentanyl
you put in these?

I need a name and address.

Go to hell.

You're not leaving me much choice.

Hey.

Oh, come on.

No, don't fight, or this won't go well.

Wait. That's gonna kill me.

Hey, hey.

A name and address,
or I give you the whole thing.

You don't know who you're dealing with.

Last chance.

It's Pa... Parnell.

Parnell. Is that his last name?

I'm not sure.

We... we meet at his building.

It's 224 Division Street.

224 Division Street.

If you are lying to me,
I'll be back to finish you off.

I'm not going there.

You can stay here and watch him for me.

Please.

I just wanna go home.

Don't talk about this to anyone.

You should come too.

This is crazy.

I've gone too far
to go back now, Jayden.

I'll be fine.

My friend keeps a car in the garage.

Get out of here before I change my mind.

Any more intel on your crime scene?

We got nothing, what about you?

Took another run at John Parkman.

He swears up and down he
doesn't know where his wife is.

And you believe him?

Yeah, I do.

You know, he's contacted friends
and family trying to look for her.

He seems sincere.

And you told him about the homicides?

No, not yet.

That could change his positive attitude.

Keep us posted.

I just got a hit on the
E-ZPass on Jayden's car.

Two, actually.

So the first, he enters Taconic Parkway

northbound at 8:55 last night.

The second shows
the car heading southbound

through the toll plaza
on I-684 at 8:33 this morning.

So they left the city last night

- and came back this morning.
- Unfinished business.

Hey, Ray. What's up?

I got a Black male
matching his description

crossing through the back alley
near Jayden's house.

Go check it out.

Jayden.

Hey, FBI!

Stop, man.

Why'd you run?

You scared me.

- Where's Kelli Parkman?
- I don't know.

Don't lie to me.

All right. She's in Connecticut.

- Where in Connecticut?
- I have no idea.

It was dark,
and I wasn't paying attention.

But she kidnapped a drug dealer.

Donnie Tyson? Where is she keeping him?

In a house in the country.

I don't know where it is,

but I'm pretty sure
I know where she's going.

Come here. Let's go.

- You sure this is the address?
- Yeah.

224 Division Street.

That's what Donnie told Ms. Parkman.

- Which apartment?
- I don't know.

All he said was the name of his connect.

Parnell?

Mm, there's no Parnell
on the list from the landlord.

We'll go door to door.

Hey, if Parnell's trafficking,

maybe K-9 can help us pick it up.

Good call. Grab the dog, gear up.

Keep an eye on him.

Come on, boy. Let's go.

Good boy. Let's go. Come on.

Go, seek.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on here.

Find it.

What is it, boy?

Good boy, good boy.

This is it.

Good boy. Come on.

Hey, I know this song.
I play it for Dougie.

Could be a child inside.

FBI!

Okay, I have a pulse.
I have a pulse here.

Shortness of breath, dilated pupils.

Hana, we got six of 'em unresponsive,

one adult female and five children.

We need multiple EMTs.

Copy that.

Yeah, we have a fine white dust.

Come on. It could be fentanyl.
We gotta get them out of here.

Get the rest, quick. Go, go, go!

I got this one.

Take a deep breath, okay?

Your little girl is gonna be fine.

They're just taking her to the
hospital as a precautionary measure.

Are you sure?

Yes, they gave her a dose of naloxone

to counteract the effects of
what she was breathing in,

- but she's doing great.
- I can ride with her?

- Absolutely.
- Yes.

- Okay.
- Hop up, okay?

Take care.

The adult and four of
the kids are gonna be okay.

The youngest one, it was just too much

for his body to handle.

How the hell did fentanyl
get on their mats?

It was in a cabinet
where the mats are stored.

Unbelievable.

Hey, if it weren't for you guys,

it could have been a lot worse.

- We would have lost all of them.
- Boss, we need you.

Well, it's dumb luck that
we got here when we did.

The woman from the apartment,
her name is Martha Vance.

She runs a licensed daycare
out of her home.

And she has a son, Parnell Vance.

He stops through sometimes.

Parnell is the name
that Donnie gave to Kelli.

That scumbag's responsible
for killing that little kid.

We... we recovered three bricks

that Parnell must have stashed there.

A kilo each.

The street value is about a half a mil.

The brothers over there
don't look too happy about it.

Those are LS-19 colors.

They traffic drugs
up and down the East Coast.

We can't shake them down
for just watching.

I'm gonna talk to NYPD.

How were you involved with Kelli?

She asked me to help her
find Isaac's dealer.

That's it. Then she pulled out a gun.

Things just started happening.

Did Kelli let you leave?

She didn't need my car anymore,

so she told me I can go home.

Where is it?

It's parked near my house.

We need to go check it out.

All right. It's all right.

After Max got shot,
she made Donnie get in my car,

and we drove about an
hour and a half up north.

Okay, and you were
on the Taconic Parkway.

I think so.

Okay, did you notice
any signs around the house

where you were?

It was dark.

Come on, Jayden, please.

You have to have noticed something

on the drive home this morning.

Ms. Parkman threw my phone
out the window,

and I didn't know where I was.

I found a highway and followed
the signs to New York.

And what'd you hit?

You got a busted headlight
and there's blood on it.

- I hit a deer last night.
- When?

About ten minutes
before we got to the house.

So Max Langella is the street dealer

who sold Isaac Parkman
the fentanyl-laced pills

that killed him.

Max gets his supply from Donnie Tyson.

And Donnie buys the fentanyl
from Parnell Vance

that he used to supercharge
the pills he was pressing.

Okay, and NYPD are actively

- looking for Parnell.
- Yeah.

Should liaison with
their Narcotics squad.

Yeah, my guess is that LS-19
is trafficking the fentanyl

from Mexico and then parking it
with Parnell on consignment.

Which means Parnell is into
LS-19 for the big boy money.

He'd be lucky if the cops
get to him before they do.

Based on what Jayden told us,

I ballparked a grid
90 minutes north of Yonkers.

Now, that house has to be
in this area...

anything Upstate New York,
Western Connecticut.

All right, look,
we need to narrow it down,

pinpoint where he hit that deer.

Okay, well, let me see
if I can find someone

who picks up roadkill in that area.

I'd love to blow your brains
out right now, bitch!

But my connection says
you're the golden goose

who's gonna save both our asses.

Talk to me.

Any luck on that deer strike zone?

Connecticut Department of Transportation

received a call last night
about a dead deer

on State Road 341 between
the towns of Kent and Warren.

All right, we're getting closer.

How about Parnell's phone?

Maybe he's in touch with Donnie.

No, he must be on a burner.

The only one we could find was
registered in his mother's name.

Yeah, she's been arrested on murder

and child endangerment charges.

- They got her at Rikers.
- I wanna talk to her.

Nina, meet me there.

Hana, Ray, take the MCC
and post up near the deer hit.

Copy that.

You see the tip of this pen, Martha?

That's how much fentanyl
it takes to kill an adult.

And you had over six pounds
of it underneath your nose.

I'd never do anything
to hurt my little darlings.

One of your little darlings died.

We're well aware.

What kind of mother would
do something like that?

I didn't know. I swear to God.

Well, if you're telling the truth,

then you're gonna help us find your son.

We'll let the DA know you cooperated.

Maybe they'll reduce your murder charge.

Honestly, I hope they don't.

But it's time for you to
step up and do the right thing.

Or if you don't, I will make
sure that you rot in jail.

Hold on there.

No, I don't make
idle threats, counselor.

I have seen too many lives
ruined by people like Parnell,

and now a child is dead.

Parnell has a girlfriend he stays with.

Who is it?

It's Tony, Miss Ruby.
I need to check your apartment.

- Check it for what?
- Unfortunately,

there's a bedbug situation
in the building.

- Where's Parnell?
- Who?

I'm gonna ask you one more time,

and then things are gonna get messy.

Where's your sicko boyfriend?

He's not here, and you can't
just barge in here like this.

No Parnell.

Does he keep drugs here, guns?

No.

No, what is this all about?

Your boyfriend killed
a five-year-old boy.

What?

Bring him in.

We have a search warrant.

If you're holding, you'll be
an accomplice to murder

and spend the rest
of your life in prison.

Your boyfriend's not coming
back ever, so start talking.

Where'd he go?

Where'd he go?

- He went to Connecticut.
- Where in Connecticut?

I don't know.

He had, like, business there

or something he was
kind of pissed off about.

Show us his contact
in your phone. Let's go.

He's got three numbers, I only have one.

Show me your phone.

Parnell. You got here quick.

Where is she?

Her?

Don't judge a book by its cover.

So you're the troublemaker

who's responsible for the
sudden drop in my inventory.

What's your name?

Kelli.

Here's the thing, Kelli.

My associates are not too happy
about what happened today.

These aren't exactly reasonable
individuals like you and me.

- That's not my problem.
- Well, I beg to differ.

We have to fix this or the three of us

are gonna be hanging by
our necks off the G.W. Bridge.

Are you following, Kelli?

I'm not deaf.

Good,

because we need $400,000
in cash by 6:00 tonight.

So who are you gonna call?

What do we got?

The wire room just got something

off John Parkman's phone.

- Hello?
- It's me, John.

- Where are you?
- Just listen, okay?

You need to withdraw
400,000 from the bank

and bring it to Olivia's place
in the country by 6:00.

And don't contact the police

or we splatter Kelli's brains
all over this

Better Homes & Gardens
living room.

Okay, that must be Parnell.

Hey, Barnes.

John Parkman's leaving in his Tesla.

Yeah, he just got a ransom demand.

All right, stay close,
but keep your distance.

Copy that.

Okay, this Olivia
that Kelli mentioned...

Yeah, I'm in the Litchfield
County property tax database.

There's no homeowners
with the first name Olivia.

Well, you better be good
for this money, Kelli.

It won't be a problem.

Because if not, you're gonna die...

Just like your son did.

You people are animals,

greedy animals who don't care
about the people you kill

or the families you destroy.

Relax, Donnie.

There's no need for violence.

Why don't we show the lady

that we're just
two civilized businessmen?

John Parkman's inside a bank.
You want me to grab him up?

Not yet.
We still can't locate that damn house.

- We need John to lead us there.
- Copy that.

All right, he's exiting the bank.

- I'm gonna tail him.
- Stay close.

We'll meet you when you get up there.

I've been thinking this through.

There's a body on me now,
a dead kid no less.

So I'm planning a permanent vacation.

Lucky you.

I don't have the resources for that.

Well, you're about to.

Stiff the organization? That's suicide.

You got a better idea?

They don't get here till tonight.

We grab the money and go.

Canada.

What about her?

Bitch who screwed us.

Leave her here, the husband too.

When those cholos get here
and realize they're not

getting paid,
they're gonna be hella pissed.

Exactly.

Come on.

We confirmed John Parkman withdrew 400K

from his wealth management account.

Barnes, where are you now?

John just exited the Parkway.

We're headed east on Route 55
toward the town of Kent.

We're ten minutes away.

Okay, John just slowed down
to read some road signs.

We must be close to the house now.

Wait, wait, hold on.

John's Tesla is being
tailed by another car now,

two men in a Camaro, New York plates.

What is going on?

They're trying to cut him off.

No, they're gonna grab the cash

before he gets to the house.

Parnell must have given
their location to LS-19.

If John pulls over, he's a dead man.

And we'll never find
Kelli's hideout.

How close are we to Barnes?

Four, five minutes now.

Barnes, you're gonna have
to head him off on your own.

Understood. Here we go.

Oh, my God.

Come on, come on, come on.

Jeez.

FBI, show me your hands! Hands!

Hands behind your back.

I got a gun under each seat.

Way to go, Barnes.

Nina's driving must
be rubbing off on you.

Oh, God, I hope not. Come on. Let's go.

- How's he doing?
- He's pretty shaken up.

He's lucky we got to him when we did.

I have to deliver this money
by 6:00 or...

or they're gonna kill my wife.

What's the address?

99 Nutmeg Road.

I got Olivia's address
from one of Kelli's friends.

And the men who have her have
never seen you before, right?

No. No, of course not.

Give me your jacket.

I'm taking your car and your money.

I hope Kelli is sharp enough
to play along.

Give me your fancy watch too.

If she sees you wearing that,
she'll realize what's going on.

Smart.

Look, look, I know.

I know Kelli's made a mess.

That's an understatement.

Do you have a pet name for your wife?

Kitten.

Please, just get her
back to me in one piece.

We will.

In.

That's the money?

Yeah, I... I got the 400,000,

just like you told me on the phone.

No, I wanna see Kelli first.

Come on.

Oh, my God, kitten.

Are you okay?

She's fine.

I just wanna hear that from my wife.

I'm not playing games here, partner.

Listen, I did everything that you asked.

I got the cash and I got here at 6:00,

just like you asked.

So come on, I wanna hear from my wife

that you didn't hurt her.

I'm okay.

Oh, thank God, kitten,
I've been so worried about you.

Wait a minute.

You don't sound like
the guy on the phone.

What are you talking about?
He called me. We had a deal.

Don't argue with them, John.
Just give them our money.

Okay. Okay. Yeah.

I like the watch too. Come on.

Yeah, sure thing.

It was my daddy's,
so please take good care of it.

On the ground, both of you! Down!

Down, down.

Hands up! Up! All clear.

You're under arrest for
murder and drug trafficking.

I hope you enjoy your accommodations.

Get this trash out of here.

Up.

Kelli Parkman, you're under arrest.

Did they die?

Yeah. They both died.

I didn't mean to hurt anybody.

I just wanted justice for my son.

I'm really sorry about Isaac, okay?

But what you did was wrong.

What choice did I have?

The police made me feel like
I killed my own child.

Everybody's up in arms about
all these fentanyl overdoses,

but nobody wants to do anything.

I just needed something good
to come out of Isaac's death.

I get it.

I do.

That's why I wear this shield.

And maybe a jury will understand

why you did what you did, but for now,

you gotta come with us, okay?

Let's go.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Actually, not really.

Stuart and I got into a fight yesterday,

and he just texted me
he's gonna be home late.

I feel like he's avoiding me.

I'm sorry.

You wanna talk about it?

Yeah, he said I'm obsessed with Dougie

and that he's taking over
our whole lives.

How obsessed is obsessed?

Like, six boxes of Costco diapers

and three types of strollers obsessed.

Listen,

Charlotte was exactly
the same with Anais.

We all want our kids to thrive
and be safe in this world,

and every parent
approaches that differently.

It sounds like to me this obsession is

a little harmless overcompensation.

Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

You're right.

Not having a mom growing up, I...

Didn't have an example, so I'm just...

doing the best I can.

Scola loves you.

And I know he wants to share
this responsibility with you.

You guys are lucky to have each other.

Try not to take that for granted, okay?

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You didn't have to wait up.

Yeah, I know.

Look in the closet.

Come on.

You sorted them too?

I tried.

But I got rid of Dougie's stuff.

I'm sorry.

For what?

You were right.

I overcompensate.

You know, I fill all the spaces
where I feel like I'm failing,

and I feel like I am all the time.

I mean, I wanna be the best mom.

I do. And I feel like I suck at it.

You don't. You don't suck at it, Nina.

You're a wonderful mother to him.

- Really?
- Yeah, he's so lucky.

If anyone should be
apologizing, it's me.

I'm sorry I lost it like that.

They are your prized Ferragamos

that I put under the bed, so...

- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

- Really?
- Yeah, really.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

So what do you think?

Can we just cut down on
the pillows like 20%, maybe?

You should just take
the win of the shoes.

- Oh, oh.
- Don't think about pillows.

-