All language subtitles for Cannon - S01e23 - Cains Mark

( suspenseful theme playing )

( thud )

Uh, wait a minute.

Now, what are you
doing here, boy?

I, uh...

I work here.

I-- I was stencilling
some crates and I guess--

I guess I fell asleep.
I didn't hear the bell.

Get over against that wall.

Look, my name is Terry Alexander
and my brother owns the plant.

He's your boss.

Now, wait.

Now, watch it, boy.

( phone buzzes )

Yes?

My brother?

Hold him there.

You're dumb.

You're not only
a troublemaker,

but you're a clumsy one,
and if I did what I should,

I'd have you thrown right
back into jail again.

You're the one that
should be thrown in jail.

Shut up and listen to me.
Not anymore!

Oh!

GUARD:
Hey!

Hey! Hold it!

Don't shoot!
Let him go.

( door closes )

Where was he?

He came down this aisle.

( dramatic theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

ANNOUNCER:

Starring William Conrad.

With guest stars:

Bradford Dillman,

Carmen Matthews,

David Birney,

Dana Elcar.

ANNOUNCER:

( mellow theme playing )

MRS. ALEXANDER:
Lavender, caraway,

thyme, chives,

parsley, oregano,

sweet marjoram, dill.

( both laugh )

It's absolutely beautiful,
Mr. Cannon.

Here's something that might
interest you. Upland cress.

In any salad
it is just beautiful.

( chuckles )

Ah, I must tell you,
Mr. Cannon,

when I came here I never
thought it would be like this.

Yes, I know. You expected
one room in a cheap hotel,

a cheap bottle of booze
on the desk

and a four-day-old half-eaten
bologna sandwich, right?

I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Won't you please sit down?

Well, I-- I don't know
if I can pay what--

Oh, don't worry about it.
Let's hear the problem first.

Well, I, uh--

I have two sons,
Mr. Cannon.

The younger son Terry,

well, he's never
found himself.

He-- He's wandered around
a lot here and there.

Was he ever in bad trouble,
Mrs. Alexander?

He did one foolish thing
some years ago

and they sent him away to--

He's, uh--
He's hotheaded.

He doesn't think of
the consequences sometimes,

like his father.

My husband died 20 years ago
when the boys were children.

Is he on probation?

Oh, something of the kind.
I don't understand those...

Yes, of course
he's on probation.

But he's a wonderful boy,
believe me.

Both my boys are.

May I get something for you,
Mrs. Alexander?

Just a, uh--

A glass of water,
please, Mr. Cannon.

All right.

My, uh--
My older son Richard,

well, he's a go-getter.

He took on a failing business

and he just turned it
right around.

Everything he touches
works out.

Every girl he meets wants
to marry him. It's true.

I'm sure.
He, uh--

He's always tried
to help Terry too.

He gave him
a good job and then,

oh, about ten days ago
he told me

that he caught Terry

trying to take some merchandise
out of the plant.

They had an argument
and Terry ran away.

I haven't
heard from him since.

Have you tried
calling his friends?

Well, he doesn't have
many friends.

There's one
that he used to talk about.

A Ben, a Ben Kendall,
but lately...

I'm very worried, Mr. Cannon.

If he doesn't report
to the probation people

the way he's supposed to,
they'll come and--

Take it easy.

I-- I can't
call the police, so--

So I got your name.

Help me, Mr. Cannon.
Find him for me.

I just want to know
if he's all right.

I-- I don't want him
to do anything foolish.

I want him to do what
he should do,

or else they'll...

( sobbing ):
They'll take him away again.

Please. Please.

All right.

( mellow theme playing )

Hello.

May I sit down?

No other tables?

Oh, there are
a lot of other tables,

except you're
sitting at this one.

Uh, my name is Frank Cannon.

I'm Ben Kendall.
Hello, Ben.

You know, uh,
I'm a private investigator

and I've been hired
by Terry Alexander's mother.

She'd like to know if,
uh, he's all right.

Am I supposed to know?

Well, you might.
You do know him, don't you?

Well, suppose
I told you he was okay?

Well, then she might ask me
if I saw that for myself

and, uh, I don't know
quite how to answer that.

Aw, look, man,
why get me into this?

You know, you just
come on here like, uh,

I'm just supposed to believe
what you say.

I'm trying to keep a sincere
tone in my voice, Ben.

( chuckles )

Let me put it another way:

Would you like to see Terry
yanked back into prison?

Okay. Uh, I get a lot
from vibrations.

I have to, you know.

I've had to for some time
because, uh...

Well, anyway,
it's sort of like

whatever
I can read with my skin.

So I'll tell you what,
Mr. Cannon.

I'll go a small distance
with you.

That's fair enough.

But we'll make
the shipping date.

Don't be concerned.

Please report that
to Monsieur Toulo.

Come in, Mother.

Yes, we're stockpiling now,
and the material is first grade.

Very well,
we'll be in touch.

Mother, this is
an associate, Mr. Kruger.

How do you do?

Why don't you make those calls
about the upstate pickups?

Good idea.

Excuse me.
Surely.

Ah, a little present.

I was passing
the farmers' market

and I remembered
the time we went there

and you saw those cookies
and remarked about them, so...

Thank you.
( chuckles )

Ah, how do you like
my new suit?

Is it a little short,
do you think?

No, no, it's fine.
( chuckles )

I bought it with that extra
check you sent me last month.

I'm glad.

Tell me, have you heard
from our friend Terry recently?

No.

Mother?

No, I haven't, no. But...

What?

I-- I hired a private detective
to find him.

Detective?

Why didn't you tell me
you were going to do that?

A man by the name of Cannon,
Frank Cannon.

He seemed very sympathetic.

Of course he was,
to your money.

No, no,
he seemed to understand

how it is sometimes
between brothers.

Do you have his card?

Yes.

( suspenseful theme playing )

I'm sorry, Richard.

I did
what I thought was right.

He's wild and foolish,

but, well, he's as much my son
as you are.

Yes. Excuse me, Mother,
I just remembered something.

All right, all right,
thank you.

Private detective
looking for my brother.

Get some people onto him.

You worried?

Don't you always
worry about a brother?

So my mother hired you.
So what?

I'm a big boy now.

You can tell her
I'm okay, period.

What about
your parole situation?

Listen, my parole situation
is nobody's lousy business.

Certainly not yours.

Tell her I--

I'm not due to report
until next week.

Nothing to worry, okay?

If you say so.

Come on.

Hey, Alexander,
we'd like to talk to you.

What do you want?

We can't talk here.

Listen,
I know who sent you--

TERRY:
Ben, get out of here!

( action theme playing )

( grunts )

All right,
what's this all about?

Now, come on, spill it.

I don't like bruising
my knuckles for nothing.

I guess you're not
working for him, are you?

For who?
My brother.

Right, Richard, who's got
all the wheels working for him.

Who my mother thinks
is so terrific.

You wanna know
what he does, huh?

You wanna know
what he really does?

I want to know what you're
talking about. Now, come on.

That casting business
of his is nothing.

It's just a front.

My brother Richard
collects all kinds of arms.

Guns, mines, bombs.

And he sells them to anyone
for cash on the line.

Gangsters, countries
who can't get arms legally,

private armies.

Anyone who wants
to blow something up.

He's got it all taped.
He's been doing it for years.

How do you know this?

Because I saw it.

Yeah, I know, you wanna know
why I don't go to the cops.

He's threatened to send me
back to jail more than once.

He could do it too.

That's why he had me
fired off the job.

He said
you were stealing from him.

Yeah, I was.

I was stealing a look
at some grenades.

Hand grenades

that he got from
a government armory somewhere.

You check that out.

Go ahead, you check it out,
and you tell my mother that.

( suspenseful theme playing )

I don't understand.

How could he say those things
about Richard?

You tell me, Mrs. Alexander.

I'll check into it
and get back to you.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Mr. Cannon,
I'm Dick Alexander.

Yes,
I would have guessed.

What's that, uh, brother of mine
been up to this time?

My mother called me too.
He's obviously upset her again.

You know, Mr. Cannon,
it takes a supreme act of will

not to put my brother
either back in prison

or into an institution,
believe me.

I didn't say that I bought your
brother's story, Mr. Alexander.

All his life
he's been jealous of me,

done very destructive things.

Consult your local
psychiatrist for reasons.

By the way, uh,

two men jumped him
just as I was leaving him,

and strangely enough--
You won't believe this.

--one of them had a paycheck
in his pocket

from your company.

Yes, of course. I've told
people who know Terry

that if they run into him
accidentally anyplace,

they're to convince him
that I want to see him

for his own good.
Ah.

Well, they used very direct
arguments, I must say.

They almost got to me.

( chuckles )

I'm afraid that subtlety is not
a strong suit at our plant.

( chuckles )

Well, I still would like
very much to see him

and straighten this out
for my mother's sake.

So I think I'll take over
her obligation.

I'd like you to try to locate
Terry wherever he is now,

even if it takes you
to the other coast.

I'll pick up the tab,
and I won't even argue

with whatever you quote.

No dice.

I don't think that
we understand each other--

Oh, forgive me, sir.
What you don't understand

is that I am one of the world's
fine understanders,

but unfortunately,

I'm going to have to report
all of this to the police.

I'd suggest
you don't do that.

This is a family matter.

Ha-ha. Uh,

let me try to explain my
situation this way, if I may.

You see, I happen to be a
licensed private investigator.

Now, if I don't report
everything I see

about illegal weapons,
why, you know that

they might take
my license away from me?

You wouldn't want that,
would you?

Don't give me any of your
children's games, Mr. Cannon.

You go to the police
with this story,

and I can assure you
of one thing.

You'll end up a very sorry
private detective.

If you end up one at all.

Look out!

That was a little too close.

Wasn't it?

It's a good thing there was
someone here to warn you...

...this time.

( scoffs )

You're right. Subtlety is not
one of your strong suits.

( dramatic theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

That is a fully automatic

Russian submachine gun,
lieutenant.

The PPSh-41.

Great muzzle velocity,
and a collector's item.

It's fully deactivated,
of course,

and legally registered.
It can't fire.

It's all strictly legal,
like everything else in here.

( knock on door )

Anything in the warehouse?

Radiator frames, car parts.

Didn't see any
arms or ammunition.

Well...

Mr. Alexander,
all I can say is, I'm sorry.

Mistakes do happen.

The only mistake you made was
letting him know we were coming.

Stay out of this,
Frank.

I gather you two
know each other.

That has
nothing to do with it.

Lieutenant, may I tell you
what this is really about?

Bill, would you come in here,
please, with Mr. Connors?

Just yesterday, in connection
with all of this,

Mr. Cannon came over.

I met him outside,

but he insisted
that we go into my office

to talk privately.

I've never been in this room
in my life before, Sam.

Let Mr. Alexander talk.

( knocking on door )

DICK:
Ah, Mr. Penski and Mr. Connors.

They were
in the next office there

when Mr. Cannon
made his pitch.

For five thousand dollars

he'd forget what my brother
had accused me of.

I said what?

And if I didn't
pay you the money,

you had friends
in the police department

who would make
my life miserable for me,

disrupt my business
with constant searches,

cost me more money--

You say you have
witnesses to this?

The door was open.
They heard it all.

Oh, come on, Sam,
it's a lie,

and they're
witnesses to a lie.

That guy's one of the two

that attacked
Terry Alexander in the park.

Now, just hold it.

Mr. Alexander,
are you going to prefer charges?

Not at this time.
I have a business to run.

If Mr. Cannon has sense enough
to stop this harassment, fine.

If not,
the charge will be extortion.

( ominous theme playing )

You believe that?

I know garbage
when I hear it.

But he's a tough cookie
to play pick-up sticks with.

I don't wanna
play with him, Sam.

But if he had
illegal weapons in there,

I want to find out
where he moved them to.

You're licensed, Frank.
Don't fool around with him.

( inaudible dialogue )

( inaudible dialogue )

No, I want more, bigger stuff.
You got connections?

( suspenseful theme playing )

There it is, on that barge
anchored out there.

Stowed up in that trailer,
huh?

Yeah,
that's what they say.

What kind of stuff?

All kinds.

Bazookas, even rockets.

That's what they say.

Who says?

Guys.

Guys who work
at that kind of business.

But you don't know
for a fact

that there are
weapons on that barge.

It could be just talk.

Well, it's the kind of talk
that could get you killed.

TERRY:
And as long as he keeps
sending her those checks,

my mother thinks
he can't do anything wrong.

Me, I'm the drifter,

bad kid brother

with a probation
hanging over his head.

And he's the one that's
sending out guns and bombs,

blowing up people,
crippling them and--

I guess I'd better deliver
a couple of these rackets,

kind of overdoing--
Ow-- Anyway.

Ben, I'm sorry,
I put it there before.

That's-- That's okay, man,
no problem, it's okay.

Here.
Thanks.

I'll see you later,
Mr. Cannon.

CANNON:
Yeah, Ben.

Yeah, take it easy.

Okay.

( door closes )

He's a terrific guy.

We, uh,
sort of grew up together.

He hasn't always been sightless?

No.

Do you have
anything to do with that?

No.

At least
not the way you think.

We did some
crazy things together.

We got involved with a guy who
thought he was a mastermind,

had great plans
for blowing up a bank vault.

That's the job
that put you away?

No, we never even
got into that.

But Ben, uh...

He went to pick up
a package for this guy,

and it blew up.

Killed one kid. Ben was lucky
to get away with just--

Just the loss of his eyes.

Yeah, I get the picture.

Do you?

The guy that
he picked up the package for

was selling
just like my brother.

You know what he did when
he found out what happened?

He laughed.

He said, "Plastic explosives
aren't supposed to do that.

It's a good thing
I got my money up front."

He laughed.

I've seen you looking at me,
Mr. Cannon,

trying to figure out what's up,
why I'm so hot to stop Dick.

Well, now you know.

Look, let's get practical
for a minute, huh?

There's a barge in the middle
of the channel at San Pedro

that just may be full
of your brother's weapons.

I say just may, because
I don't have any evidence,

and the police
won't go into this

because of what happened
at your brother's plant.

But there's gotta be somebody
working for your brother

who knows
what's on that barge.

Ah, Dick's got
all the angles covered.

Everyone that works for him
is on parole from prison.

They either do what he says,
or he sends them back.

If we could
just break that barge,

we could bust open
the whole case, maybe.

Just one man. One man,

that's all we need
to put some pressure on.

Wait a minute.
There is one guy.

He hates what he's into,
and he'd love to get out,

I know he would.
Listen, let me see him,

I'll get to him,
and I'll talk-

No, no, you just
tell me who he is,

I'll get to him.
Now, I know you mean well,

but you just have a habit of
jumping into things too hard.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Not this car, that one.

Sorry. Uh...

I had to say
I'd testify against you.

I had no choice.

I want you to identify
a barge for me.

I don't know
about any barge.

Then we'll go have a talk
with Lieutenant Avakian.

I-- I can't go near the police.

I spent nine years in prison.

Penski,
you either play ball,

or I'll see that
you get another nine,

and you'd better believe that.

No, I'm clean.

Except for what
you're doing there, huh?

You know, legally, you're as
guilty as Alexander is,

and they could
put you in the slammer

for the rest of your life.

Now let's go.

Either to the waterfront
or the police.

You make the pick, get in.

( suspenseful theme playing )

CANNON:
I want you to take a good look
at that barge,

the one with the trailer on it,

and then you tell me.

What barge?

Why the--

( mysterious theme playing )

All right, where is it?
Where did they take it?

Look, I told you
in the first place,

I don't know anything
about barges.

Now, I went along with you.

Now you gotta leave me alone,
leave me alone!

I don't want any more trouble.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( phone ringing )

Hello?

Mr. Cannon?

I must see you.
It's urgent, please.

I'll be right over,
Mrs. Alexander.

Not here, no.

Meet me at a restaurant,

Robaire's, do you know
where that is?

Yes.

Is, uh--
Is 7:00 all right?

I'll be there.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

( soft piano music playing )
( indistinct chattering )

Good evening,
I'm Frank Cannon.

Oh, yes, Mr. Cannon,

your party's waiting upstairs.

Upstairs? Thank you.

What do you want?

We'd like to talk to you,
Mr. Cannon.

No, no! Don't!

( crowd shouting )

Call the police!
I saw the whole thing.

He threw him down there,
that man with the gun.

He's trying to kill him!
Somebody call the police!

( dramatic theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Hey, Sam, come on, you know
this is a frame-up job.

I walk up the stairs,
and the first guy looks like

he's gonna pull his gun,
so I pull mine.

The second guy
falls down the stairs,

and the third guy
comes running in saying,

"I saw it all,
I saw it all."

Now, you know they were
all Dick Alexander's men.

Well, the victim claims
he was alone and you jumped him.

Assault with a deadly weapon,
that's a very serious charge.

You know it isn't the truth.

Look, he claims you jumped him
because he put you on the spot

in that Alexander shakedown
business.

And that's going to sound
very good in court too.

Yeah, it will,
and Alexander knows it will.

What I don't understand
is why she set me up for this.

Who set you up?

Alexander's mother.

His mother?

Frank, your, uh, license
is gonna have to be lifted

for the time being
and your gun permit, of course.

( sighs )

What are my chances
of getting out on bail tonight?

Well, there are
no courts in session,

so even if you can get your
lawyer to run up a writ,

he'll have a hard time finding

the available judge
at this hour.

Let me put it to you this way.

I think you're gonna be
spending the night with us.

How's the cuisine
in your hotel, Sam?

Well, you can always send out
for chicken delicious.

Do they accept credit cards?

( sighs )

But there's no trouble,
no trouble at all.

Our truck rolls by morning.

How did he find out
about my brother?

Well, give my best
to Monsieur Toulo

and tell him
that I look forward

to seeing him in Paris
very soon.

Oui, à bientôt.

That's strange.

I wonder
how he found out about Terry.

A lot of
big mouths around.

Well, they want to be sure of
getting the stuff in Marseilles

by the end of the month.

Do you know they've sold that
entire shipment already?

Whew.

Why,
outfit really operates.

You know, we're going to move
into Toulo's end of it next.

Just sit on the Riviera
and wholesale it out.

Distribution. You don't get
one finger dirty that way.

( laughing )
What's so funny?

Cannon,
he was beautiful.

Well, at least
he'll be out of our hair

until the truck is far away.

He was right on the spot,
just on time.

How did you get him
to the restaurant?

That is a family secret.

( knocking on door )

Who is it?

TERRY:
Mom, it's me, Terry.

Terry, why did you
come in the back?
Hi.

Well, I didn't know who would
be watching the front.

The police, you mean?
Oh, Terry.

No, no, Ma, it's okay.

I'm fine.
Honest, it's all right.

All right, let me--
Let me get you some milk.

No, no, look, hey,

I-I really don't want any.

Listen, uh, did Mr. Cannon
try to contact you at all?

No, no, I called him.

We arranged to meet at a
restaurant earlier tonight,

but when I got there, the place
was in such an uproar,

I mean,
Mr. Cannon was in a fight.

I saw the police take him away

What?
There was such a commotion,

People had
all kinds of stories.

He-- He attacked a man.

Ma, are you sure?

Well,
that's what they said.

Why did you call Cannon?

Well, uh,
Richard asked me to, you see.

Richard?
He had something important

to say to him, about you.

Why did he ask you to call?

Well, there'd been some sort
of argument between them.

He was afraid that Mr. Cannon
wouldn't see him alone--

Ma, Dick lied to you.
It's a put-up job.

I know it is. Dick wants Cannon
in jail for some reason.

No, no.

He attacked a man
with a gun, they say.

Mother, can't you see?
He asked you to call

because he knew
Cannon would trust you,

and he'd be off his guard.
Now, can't you see that?

Stop it.
I went for your sake.

Well, I know you--

Richard was going
for your sake.

( scoffs )

That's the truth, Terry.

Will you get away from here
and leave me alone?

He's gonna kill you
if he finds you here,

even if he is your brother.

Wait.

Look, did Cannon get to you?
Did he talk to you at all?

Terry. Terry, I'm not
young like you any more.

I'm afraid.
And you'll die afraid.

Every day you work here,
you're gonna be afraid.

Now, look, my brother's got
Cannon socked away in jail.

That means the barge is gonna
be unloaded tonight, right?

And the stuff
is moved tonight, right?

Yes, yes.

It goes by truck to Galveston.

Then it's moved from there
with double papers.

Where does the truck
meet the barge?

Aw, Terry.

You want more on your conscience
than you have already?

Bill, you--

You're responsible,

just like he is.

Anyone that gets blown up,
it's exactly like you did it.

Bill, I'm asking you, where?

The old ferry terminal.
Pedro.

( chuckles )

( ominous theme playing )

Okay.

Okay, they're hooked up.
You ready?

Okay.

Uh, Ben, you sure?

Sure I'm sure. Come on.

You just try backing out,
and I'll do it without you.

( engine starts )

( ominous theme playing )

( horn honking )

I'll get it.

Here. Here's your cane.

Oh, thank you very much.

Now, don't you move one muscle.

Out.

Out, nice and easy.

Move. You too,
over at the edge.

In the water.

I said,
in the water.

Jump!

All right, Ben, in the truck.

The door is open.
I'll take you around.

That's it.

Okay.

Easy. There you go.

I don't think
I understood you correctly.

I'm just repeating what
I heard over the phone, sir.

How could that happen?
I-I don't know.

How? Who? Who?
I don't know.

Who?
They say
one of the guys was Terry.

All right,

call Otto in Wilmington.

Tell him to get on his direction
finder, you get on ours.

Terry's gonna
want to open that truck up,

see what he's got
sooner or later,

which will
start up the radio beam.

And then I'll teach him
something about brotherly love.

( dramatic theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( static buzzing )

Where are we?

It's the old terminal building.
Empty. I hope.

Better close the door.
I'll be right back.

Okay.

TERRY:
There you go.

Open it.

( droning )

They've opened the truck.

( pitch decreases )

( pitch increasing )

Two hundred and ninety degrees.

( phone rings )

Yes? Yes, Otto.
Right.

Sixty-four degrees.

There.

Right at the foot
of Avalon Boulevard.

All right, let's go.

( suspenseful theme playing )

There you go.

Let's see.

Ben.

Oh, wow.

BEN:
Grenades?

TERRY:
Yeah.

I don't understand, Terry.
If you'll just explain.

Just tell Cannon what I said.

Please, Mother,
just get to him and tell him.

Terry, if this is the truth,
why don't you go to the police?

Because I am on probation.

Dick will try to pin
the whole thing on me.

Mother, please don't try
to understand.

Just tell Cannon.

( doorbell rings )

Someone's at the door.

Look, Mother, if it's Dick
or if it's any of his people,

don't tell them anything,
all right?

Please, just don't tell them
a thing. Don't.

( doorbell rings )

Mr. Cannon.

Mrs. Alexander,
I want to talk to you.

Please sit down.

Now, I want to know
why you called me yesterday.

Because Richard asked me to.

Yes, I thought so.

Well, I'm gonna
tell you something.

Terry was right
about Richard.

He does deal
in illegal firearms.

His business is only a coverup.
It is a screen.

No. No, I don't believe it,
I won't believe it.

I have seen where he's collected
tons of the stuff,

all kinds of it,
ready to be shipped out,

ready to kill, ready to blow up.
No, you're wrong.

No, you made a mistake.

And he used you to put me in
jail because I know about him.

Go now, please.

All right,

but I want you
to understand something.

That I am charged with assault
with a deadly weapon,

and if a jury
finds me guilty,

I could get up to ten years
in the penitentiary

because your son framed me
with your help,

so I just thought
I'd drop by and say thank you.

Mr. Cannon?

Terry just called.

What?

I wasn't going to tell you

because I didn't want
to make any more trouble.

What kind of trouble?

He asked me to get to you
to tell you that he has a truck.

He said
he needs your help.

You know where he is?

In a warehouse at the end
of Avalon Boulevard.

( suspenseful theme playing )

DICK:
We'll try the other end.

It's here.

You two, take the other side.

Arnie, you stay here.

( tense theme playing )

( banging on door )

Stay here, Ben.
He won't fire at the truck.

DICK:
All right, hold it right there.

Give me your gun,
Ben.

All right,
let's get out of here.

You get the truck started,
and you get the door open.

Get 'em up.

CANNON:
Turn around.

One move
and he's had it.

Go.

Kruger,
get down.

Enough, Mr. Cannon?

Enough.

( ominous theme playing )

Get his car
out of there.

BEN:
Okay, listen, nobody move,
or I'm gonna

let this thing go off.

One sound, and I'll blow
everything in here.

And you?

And him,
your friend, Terry?

You wouldn't do that.

He'll do exactly
what he has to do,

just like you.

You would have let him
blow us all up, wouldn't you?

He's crazy.

Maybe we should all
be that kind of crazy, brother.

You know, you're not
out of the woods yet.

You're gonna
have to talk to the judge

about operating with
your license suspended.

Sam, I was not operating.

I just happened
to be driving around,

I saw a crime, and I acted
like a good citizen.

Yeah, good citizen out on bail
on an assault charge.

Mrs. Alexander.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cannon, I--

I'm so sorry
for the trouble I caused.

Everything's
gonna be all right now.

Don't worry about it.

( tender theme playing )

You know, after reading
your statement,

and with her
as a witness,

I think you might
beat that assault rap.

Sam, I know that.

( upbeat theme playing )