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Whoa.

Let's go.

Come on.

How's it going, boys?

Morning, Atticus.

Pressure's back up.

It's coming good now.

Yeah, that's good.

Get the rest off the truck now.

You can give him a few oats.

My, my, my.

Look what

the cats dragged in.

Well, why didn't you let us know?

Merry Christmas, Father.

Yeah, Merry Christmas, son.

Are you okay?

You look okay.

Except for that cigar you got there.

Why don't you get rid of that thing?

Not a chance.

Come on, get some coffee.

Now, why didn't you call me from the airport?

I wanted to surprise you.

Well, you did that, all right.

Still down at Cancun?

Nope, Resureccion.

Resureccion.

How long you going to be there?

Oh, I can't say.

You move around too much.

I'd like to see you get settled someplace here.

I got a whole page on you

in my address book.

Why? You don't write.

You're never in any place long enough to get mail.

That's why.

You know, Christmas dinner is at your brother's house.

And, uh...

well, you can wear something of mine.

I got my own clothes, thanks.

David's having neighbors over.

Oh, voters.

Coat and tie.

It wouldn't hurt.

Well, I tell you what: I'll chuck the cigar

but I'm going to wear my own clothes.

It's good to see you, Scotty.

There they are.

Oh, good. It's Constance.

Merry Christmas. Welcome.

Merry Christmas.

I told you not to bring anything.

Oh, Marilyn... thank you.

Oh, this is so wonderful.

Look at this house.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, good.

You know each other.

You know Daisy here from the Junior League, right?

Daisy, it's good to see you.

Can you put that under the tree for me?

How are you?

Scott, you okay?

I missed it at the house.

Your brother asked to have it.

We have another one of yours in the hallway.

David wishes he had your talent.

I dream about it sometimes.

I wake up and I think it was a dream.

And it's real again.

I was hoping you would bring

your friend Renata this time.

We're all wild to meet her.

Renata who?

She's been seeing someone else.

Oh, Scott, I'm sorry.

It's okay. I'm over it.

Almost.

Well, forget her.

Carrie Moore's daughter's in town.

Should I invite her for Christmas breakfast?

Kathy is a lawyer.

Oh, baby.

Well, I'm holding out for a doctor.

Excuse me, Senator, dinner's ready.

You and me, you know,

we're going to bach it this Christmas, right?

No fooling.

Oh, I just hate to see

such a good catch running loose.

Oh, good catch. That's me.

Absolutely.

Oh, good.

Shall we?

Here we go.

Oh, okay.

Lord, for all thy blessings

for the food we're about to eat

for the loved ones gathered here in celebration

we thank thee.

We still miss you, Mom.

Amen.

Amen. All right.

Please, please. Okay.

Looks really good.

Jump right in.

No, please, don't.

You ever hear my...

Well, he can always get

a job as a birthday clown, I guess.

This snowman wants some pie.

Wasting his life down there, you know.

Don't let him go back.

Tell him he needs to stay here

and help you run the place.

Pretend like you're getting too old.

Oh, well, I am.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, hey, no laughing.

No laughing.

No, he wouldn't stay.

He might.

He told Marilyn

he fell out with his girlfriend.

He's got no reason to go back.

He's got no reason to do anything.

That's, uh... that's the trouble.

Well...

still awake.

Waiting up for Santa.

I'm afraid you'll have a...

a long wait for him in this house.

Oh...

Hmm.

Feels good.

Tell me about Mexico.

What do you want to know?

How you spend your time.

Where you live.

What do you do?

I wake up at00 or so.

Have coffee.

Walk into town.

Get the newspaper.

Skin-dive or jog on the beach.

Have dinner with friends.

What, that's it?

Doesn't sound like you're getting much accomplished.

Why don't you stay here?

I'd like to have you here.

You can help me run the place.

Dad, I'm a painter, not a ranch hand.

Well, you work it now

you own it later.

I don't want it.

Look, I'm sorry.

You've got a senator in the family.

Count your blessings.

Well, it's getting late.

Listen, uh...

Think about it.

Please.

Morning.

Hey, Ray...

Atticus been by?

Yeah. You just missed him.

He was here about 15 minutes ago.

I wasn't sure if you hunted anymore.

Well, I haven't had anything to hunt with until now.

Going into the jungle and get me some snakes.

Not in the house.

Okay, put the gun away. This one's from Dad

and it looks like he wrapped it himself.

Thanks, Dad.

Open it first.

It's not a busted headlight, is it...

off Mom's old car?

One's missing.

Saw it out there this morning.

Why has he kept it all these years?

It's a Radiotone, and, uh...

Why don't you just mail it to me?!

Piece by piece?!

Uh, uh...

Earl down at the, uh

the hardware store said

that the, uh, the Radiotone

is just as good as any of those...

those foreign models, you know.

It's, uh...

it's made in America.

Now, well, see, I didn't have much notice.

Of course, I don't expect much notice from you anymore.

It's not your style, is it?

Uh, hey, kids, who wants

to help me pick up all this pretty paper, huh?

Here, hold Dougie for me, will you?

Atticus, h-how about some more coffee, hmm?

I'll come with you.

I should've gotten rid of that car a long time ago.

Yes, you should've.

I just find it really hard

to get rid of anything of hers.

She's...

It doesn't have anything

to do with him.

Yeah, well...

Okay.

Oh, it's cold out here.

Why don't you come inside?

In a minute.

Uh... I was just talking to Marilyn and, uh...

and, uh... you know, I should've gotten rid

of that... that car a long time ago.

It's me.

I was out of line.

Well, you never did tell me whether you liked

that... Radiotone or not.

Oh, I do.

Thanks.

Well, you know, wh-what I thought was, uh

you know, it has that built-in microphone

and, uh, you can just speak into it

and, then, send those tapes back to us

and it won't be like you're so... so far away.

Morning, Marilyn.

Hey. Got some Christmas leftovers--

Oh... turkey and stuffing

sweet potato pudding.

No one else liked the soup

and that'll teach me to go gourmet on the kids.

So, did you ask him to stay?

"Ask him"?

I... practically begged him to stay.

Aw, he knew that I-I didn't need

another hand around here. I'm sorry.

I've gone round and round with this kid.

He wants to waste his life, then let him.

I mean, I give up.

I don't know what he wants.

Your forgiveness.

Oh, come on, Marilyn.

There's nothing to forgive.

It was an accident.

"Accidents happen."

No excuse for a grown man to be wasting his life

in a town... with a bunch of dreamers

who... who crawl out of bed in time for lunch.

Well, maybe he feels accepted there.

Oh, "accepted," well...

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry, Marilyn.

I... I didn't mean to raise my voice.

Thanks, darling, for the food.

That sounds like a grim Christmas

especially with your father.

He was just being himself.

I left my car with Reinhardt at the hotel.

Reinhardt Schmidt?

What are you saying--

"Don't play with the bad boys, Scotty?"

Anyone else you don't want me

to see? Oh, don't be like that.

You're getting married.

How am I supposed to be?

My friend.

My best friend.

Will you still come and see me?

When's he leaving town?

Not like that.

Smile.

Smile, smile. No. I said, "No."

Get out of here.

Beautiful.

Oh, beautiful.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Tourists.

So, anyway... in Germany...

when a woman leaves, we have a toast.

May the heart forget.

My stomach is doing flips like in high school...

Taxi, Señor Schmidt?

It's okay, Tomas.

And all I can think of is

nobody's loved like this, nobody...

nobody.

You're no good to drive. Come on.

Close the door!

You're too deep in the tequila, my friend, okay?

Move over, sunshine, come on. Get lost.

In five minutes, yeah.

¿Abuelita, quiere que le ayude?

Sí, por favor.

No te quedes aqui mucho.

Buenas noches.

Ay, regresa.

Ay, Carmen...

¿Sí?

Mañana.

Sí, sí, ay nos vemos.

Come on, Scotty, get back in the car.

Come on, Scotty, get back.

Come on.

Come on, Scotty, get back in the car.

Scotty.

Come on!

Hello.

This is Atticus Cody.

What?

Oh, wh... wh...

Pull this way.

Hello?

Marilyn?

Uh...

this is Atticus.

Uh, Sc-Scott...

Scott's dead.

Uh, he-he, uh...

he shot himself, they say.

How's he doing?

Oh...

Where is he?

He's in the bedroom.

Did you tell him I spoke to the Embassy?

Yeah. He wants to go down

and bring Scott back himself.

David...

it was the gun that we gave him.

Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!

Dad?

It's okay.

Marilyn told me they wouldn't release his body.

I have to reach the consulate.

It's a local police matter-- it's paperwork-- a few days.

Let me handle it.

I'm taking a flight tonight.

Wait until I reach the consul.

If I think somebody needs to go down there...

I don't want him buried down there.

I'll send an aide.

I'm his father.

Somebody who speaks the language.

I'm his father.

The local consul

isn't even a government employee.

Let me handle this.

Scott had no reason to kill himself.

Dad...

you don't know how Scotty was living--

what kind of people he was mixed up with.

No, I don't.

But I will.

I will.

Jorge, esperate un segundito.

Esperate un momentito, señores.

Gracias. Vaya con dios.

Adios.

Oh.

¿Habla Ingles?

Sí, señor. A little bit.

Uh... looking for, uh... morturario.

Uh... please can you open this?

I'd like to see my son.

I am sorry

but the face is missing.

My people did what they could.

Please.

It is better to remember your son

than to see him.

Aah!

Keep it.

Gracias, señorita.

Mr. Cody?

Yes.

I'm Renata Isaacs.

You don't remember me?

I think you were in New York on business

and Scott brought you to this party.

You were less than enchanted with me--

I smoked, I didn't like horses.

I was singing then.

Scott liked my voice.

I liked his paintings.

I got this job in Mexico City

and he came down with me.

It was a blowout on all fronts

and so he went back to New York

and I came here

and I met Stuart Chandler.

One day, I walked into the Maya for lunch

and there was Scott.

So, naturally, we started seeing each other again.

Oh, naturally.

People who shouldn't be together

are often drawn to each other.

Don't you find it that way?

No.

He has to be buried here first.

Why is that?

It's the law.

The housekeeper should be here.

Maybe I have a key.

¿Sí, señora?

Buenos dias.

Fijese que esta mañana cuando llegue...

Vamos adentro.

Buenos dias, señor.

Pase.

Sí, señora, fijese, se usted ve

ve que no esta la carpeta.

Entonces, yo no quiero que nos hechen la culpa

porque se lo juro...

What's the matter?

Well, she's saying that the rug is missing

and she doesn't want to be blamed.

Este es el padre de Señor Scott.

I'm very sorry for your loss, Señor Cody.

Oh. Muchas gracias.

Señor Scott is a good boy. Mm.

Sorry.

I have the car keys for you.

There's a service at00.

Do you think you can find your way?

Stuart will meet us there.

He can cut through the red tape

and we'll arrange for your flight back.

How did Scott pay for this?

Well, Scott's larger canvases

are at $3,500 this year.

He had a big show in Mexico City.

He has a lot of fans in the Euro-mart.

Since you came all this way,

I guess you're entitled.

He left this.

The police said there was no note.

I found the body.

I took it.

See? Looks like we're both off the hook.

I mean, that is why you came

isn't it?

I'm sorry.

I know that's not fair,

but I know all about you,

Cowboy Cody,

'cause that's how he painted you:

on a horse, on a hill, looking patriarchal.

He loved you,

but he was scared witless of you.

Why did you come?

To get my boy.

No, you keep it.

It really was meant for you.

Oh, Scotty, Scotty.

I'm finished for today.

Oh, fine, Maria.

Gracias.

Muy sabroso.

Que bueno. Hasta mañana, señor.

Okay. Hasta mañana.

"El Pajaro Verde."

Huh!

Renata.

Oh, Scott.

Hmm.

Hello!

Who is it?

Hello?

Who's there?

Hello!

Hello!

Someone down there?

Hi. This is Scott Cody.

You know what to do.

Leave me a message.

Hi. This is Scott Cody.

You know what to do.

Leave me a message.

Are you there?

No?

I bring some laundry.

Don't worry. I'll let myself in.

Shall we meet at the bank, 00 tomorrow?

La alma de nuestro hermano

apoyados en la certeza

de que resusitara en el ultimo dia con Cristo

y con todos los que han muerto con Cristo.

Te damos gracias por todos los beneficios

que a este hijo tuyo le consediste en esta vida.

A nosotros, a quienes vivimos en este mundo

consedenos que algun dia podemos participar

en la gloria de Cristo...

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

Surely the path of righteousness...

...y de su sangre con nuestro hermano.

Te lo pedimos por Jesucristo, nuestro señor.

Te damos gracias...

Ven conmigo!

No!

...a quienes vivimos

en este mundo.

Que el señor este con ustedes.

Y con tu espiritu.

La bendicion de Dios todopoderoso

Padre, Hijo y Espiritu Santo decienda sobre ustedes...

Aqui tiene, señorita, de limon.

Atticus? Isn't that the name of...?

Yeah, yeah.

To Kill a Mockingbird.

Before him, I had the name all to myself.

There's no reason for you to have to stay.

Stuart's very good at this sort of thing.

He knows how to speed the bureaucratic plow.

By the end of the week, we'll, uh...

we'll have your son-- exhumed and on a plane.

A week?

Sorry.

Best we can do.

Here you go.

It's good to meet you.

I'll see you later.

Listen, uh, his studio's pretty far away.

We're never going to get you back in time.

There's only one flight a day.

I'll miss it.

Uh, you just tell me what the directions are

and I'll find it by myself.

I just want to see what he was painting.

Since when?

What do you mean, since when?

He didn't tell you about his show

in Mexico City.

You know why?

I told him to leave you out.

I knew you'd ruin it for him

because you don't want him to be happy.

You want him to be like you.

Yeah.

Beautiful.

Isn't it?

What's this here?

You have an accident?

Plenty I expect.

We bought it used.

Yeah, but this paint job's new.

Yeah.

It can't be more than two weeks old.

Hasn't even set yet.

You worried about the resale value?

Keeping records for the DMV?

Or you're just strolling down memory lane?

That boy could never handle a car.

Come on.

How's your ticker?

It's higher than it looks.

This is Scott's studio?

Yep.

Do you know anything about art, Mr. Cody?

Hmm.

Alizarin crimson.

Strange what you pick up over the years, isn't it?

That's where I found him-- the chair.

Huh.

Truth is, I liked being with him.

He saw things new every time.

Like that kid game-- kaleidoscope--

with the colored glass, and you turn it

and all the pieces fall into place

but never the same way.

That's how he painted.

You take your time, all right?

I'll be outside.

Panoramic, huh?

Yeah.

Scott used to drag me out here and watch the sunrise.

Pretty corny, romantic stuff.

Whatever happened between you and Scott

when he got back?

Nothing happened.

It was over.

He knew it was over.

He knew you were engaged?

If you're looking for the smoking gun, Mr. Cody

why don't you review Yuletide back at the ranch?

Why did you keep the car?

I mean, why couldn't you just forgive him?

I forgave him.

He knew that.

I told him more than once.

Well, if you told him, he never heard it.

Besides, forgiveness always comes

with a side order of blame.

Tour bus is leaving.

Oh... you all right?

Here.

What were you doing?

I thought I saw somebody up there.

Come on.

The gallery that represents him has asked for a showing.

It's up to you, of course.

The gun and his personal effects

are with the police.

You can pick them up tomorrow.

Maria, ¿tenemos bandages?

Señor Scott's bathroom.

Okay.

Relax, señor.

Relax.

It's okay? More water?

Gracias.

¿La agua?

It's okay.

You need to see a doctor, señor?

It hurt?

I'm okay.

No, I haven't talked to the police.

They have his personal effects.

Chandler said he would take care of that

and sell the car and the motorcycle, if you want.

You talked to him?

He said he started the process with Customs

and he's contacted the airlines.

Now, why didn't he talk to me? I'm down here.

Come on, Dad. Come home.

Let Chandler handle the grunt work.

No. If he calls you again, refer him to me.

I came down here to take care of this

and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Atticus?

What's going on?

Why are you still there?

I just don't understand what's happened.

It doesn't make any sense.

Do you have to stay?

Couldn't you come home and handle things from here?

No, no, no, no. I've got to take care of it here.

I'll talk to you later, Marilyn.

Hey!

Uh, Scott Cody?

No. I'm the father.

Can I get you to sign, Mr. Cody?

What is it?

One-way ticket to Frankfurt, Germany...

on the 18th?

That's tomorrow.

It's already paid for.

You can just sign right here.

Thank you.

Gracias.

De nada.

Buenos dias.

Frankfurt, Germany.

Huh.

Buenos dias, Inspector Espinoza.

Mm-hmm.

It's okay.

I've removed the shells.

"Shells"?

You mean, more than one?

Three...

and... one empty.

Uh, can I see the police report, please?

This is the English translation

prepared for the embassy.

Thank you.

Señor Cody, what is it you're looking for?

There was no question as to the cause of death.

Yeah, well, I have my own questions.

Those questions will not be answered

by a police report. Mm...

Well, it says here there's, uh, some photos that were taken.

Where are they?

Hey!

When I got to the house, Maria said you'd left.

Did you get everything?

What's wrong?

What is it?

If you start a police investigation now,

you're never going to get Scott's body out of Mexico.

I didn't ask for a police investigation.

This is between you and me, kid.

Oh, swell.

Now, this morning an airline ticket was delivered

to Scott Cody.

A one-way ticket to Frankfurt, Germany.

Now, well, I taught my kids

never to leave their guns loaded.

Now, you don't load a gun with four shells

if you're going to kill yourself.

So you're trying to apply logic to suicide?

I'm just saying that

uh, he wasn't planning to kill himself.

He was planning to go to Frankfurt.

Are you done?

I'm not talking logic.

I'm talking physics.

Look at the photographs.

So the police moved evidence.

Sue them.

It wasn't suicide.

You saw the note. Yeah, well...

He could have been forced to write that.

Murder?

It's a good possibility.

Four shells, a ticket to Frankfurt

and this.

Why, he... he would have

had to have been a contortionist.

Look, Scott carried the guilt of his mother's death

as long as he could.

Now, 12 years ago

he made a foolish boy's mistake,

and you sentenced him to a life without forgiveness.

I'd like to change that, yes.

I would like at least to say I was sorry.

But that's not the issue here.

Scott did not kill himself.

Go home.

Stop imagining things.

You can't square your guilt

by creating this crime and trying to be the hero.

Aah.

MAN Are you there? No?

Then bring some laundry.

Don't worry.

I'll let myself in.

Shall we meet at the bank?

00 tomorrow?

Señor Schmidt, a friend.

He comes here to wash his clothes.

Uh-huh.

Do you see him here?

Ah, him.

Ah. Mm-hmm.

Do you know where he lives?

Where I can find him?

No.

No se, señor.

Gracias, Maria.

Al orden.

Let's see here.

"S-c-h."

Schmidt, maybe?

El Pajaro Verde.

Oh... hello.

Señor Schmidt's room, por favor?

Room 13.

No, Señor Schmidt, he's not here.

Can I take a message?

No, no. I'll...

I'll call later.

Muy bien.

Sí. Gracias.

"El Pajaro Verde."

Hi, this is Scott Cody.

You know what to do, leave me a message.

Hello, Atticus.

Stuart Chandler here.

Good news. The American Embassy

has secured a release for Scott's body

tomorrow morning at00 a.m.

Look, why don't you come have lunch today and we'll

finalize the details.

I'm sure you're anxious to get home.

Come any time.

Bye.

Would you like another drink?

Uh, no, thanks.

Say, uh, do you happen to know a man named Schmidt?

No. Why do you ask?

Well, he had access to the house.

I just thought maybe they were friends.

Oh, Scott was open house to every second-rate Picasso

who needed a place to take a shower.

Well, this man had a German accent.

I thought maybe he could tell us

about that ticket that Scott had

going to Frankfurt.

Uh, he's staying

at the El Pajaro Verde.

I gave him a call.

What'd he say?

Well, he wasn't in.

You know, I used to, uh...

drive them both to school when they were kids.

Dave would be in the front seat trying to get some more sleep

and Scott would be in the back seat just drawing away,

bouncing along,

using his lunch box for a drawing board.

And I can't recall the pictures.

I tried. I... I can't recall them.

I hired somebody to talk to him because I couldn't.

I, uh...

What was there to say?

She was dead.

And after the accident, he would have nightmares.

He'd, uh, call out

to me and I'd pretend I didn't hear him.

And after a while, I didn't even have to pretend.

You were right the other day at the studio

when you said... I couldn't square it with him.

But I have to find out what happened.

He was my son.

Then do him a favor.

Take him home.

Bury him next to his mother.

He always wished he'd died in that car with her.

Listen, I'm sorry. I, uh...

I can't stay for lunch.

You understand.

Yeah.

Over here, honey.

There they are.

Don't go too far out in the water.

Mr. Schmidt?

¿Hola?

¿Hola?

Señor Schmidt, it's Rosa.

I need speak with you

for you to pay your bill.

I called not one minute ago, you answered.

I know you're in here!

Now, please, open the door.

Señor Schmidt, I'm coming in.

Señor Schmidt?

"Martinez, Carmen."

¿El jefe?

Can I help you, señor?

Sí.

Did you do this work?

Glass,

paint.

Yeah, we did the work.

You with the insurance company?

You worked on this car?

Yeah. The Plymouth.

We did the work.

Do you know who brought it in?

Sure, the guy who bust him.

He said he ran into another car?

No, no. He said he hit a cow.

The insurance companies.

They like cows.

They pay faster when it's a cow.

Yeah. You know how I can get in touch with him?

Did he pay by check?

No, credit card.

You wait here.

I go get it for you.

Yeah, okay.

¡Vamonos!

Interbank-Mexico.

I remember.

There it is.

"Scott Cody."

Paid in full.

Cody?

Sí. A blond guy, with a German accent.

He gave me a lot of trouble

with matching the paint on the car.

Maybe you take this to the bank,

and they can tell you where they sent a statement.

Yeah.

It's Cody. C-o-d-y.

Yeah, I know.

Do you want me to write it down for you?

No, I got it. Cody. Right.

Okay.

Gracias. Adios.

Adios.

Mr. Chandler said he'll have the casket on a plane tomorrow night

but he didn't know what your plans were.

He couldn't find you.

Are you all right?

Well, listen, Mary, there's a...

There's a German fellow here.

I've got to find him

so I'll...

Listen, I'll have to call you back.

Atticus, wait.

I'll call you later.

Maria?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Wha...

What are you doing? Hey!

What's the matter with you?

All right, what's your...

Renaldo Martinez?

Martinez.

Didn't I see that somewhere?

Carmen Martinez and Renaldo Martinez.

Oh.

Carmen.

Carmen Martinez.

Carlos!

Oh, come here!

Where's Martinez?

I don't know. Didn't say nothing to nobody.

He didn't show.

Well, uh...

my son was driving the car that killed Carmen Martinez.

Was she, uh, Renaldo's wife?

Sister.

Uh, where can I find him?

I don't know.

Like to tell him

forget about what happened last night

that, uh, I don't care about that.

I-I... would you have him contact me, please?

I won't see him.

Hey! Hey, hey.

No, no. It's okay.

Whoa, wait, wait. No, it's okay.

Señor Scott said I could have them.

He was teaching me. He what?

See? Just paints.

I come with my sister before,

but he is sleeping in the car

and I didn't want to wake him

and then I hear the gun and I'm afraid to come back.

I'm not stealing.

You-you were here the night he died?

I hear the music, I see the lights,

so we come-- I live there.

There was music and there was lights in the studio?

Who was in the studio?

I knocked on the studio.

He's asleep in the car, all wrapped up,

so I go home.

What do you mean "wrapped up"?

Sí, in a rug, like a baby in a blanket.

He said I could have the paints.

All right, all right.

¿Tu vas a traer los tickets aqui?

Si, a mi. Sí.

Asi es.

No. Eso es todo por ahora. Gracias.

Hasta luego.

I booked him on a flight tomorrow.

I want him to go now.

Right now.

I just want it to be over.

It is.

No. Everything.

All of it.

Just one more day.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cody.

I'm not authorized to give you any bank records.

What if I had a subpoena?

I'd hand them over in a minute.

The account was transferred.

No, that's impossible.

We were presented with written instructions.

Transferred where, overseas?

To another account.

I'd like to see that letter, please.

I'm sorry.

I have no authority.

He was my son. Come on.

Obtain a subpoena.

It's the best way, señor.

Reinhardt Schmidt-- was that the name of the guy

that transferred the money?

I can only tell you it was

a letter from Mr. Cody.

I promise you, we check

signatures very carefully.

Well, then give me a name!

Understand my position, señor.

You understand my position, señor.

The man you're protecting murdered my son...

shot him in the head with his own gun.

Now I'm getting sick and tired

of all these lies that I've had to wade through

just to get here.

Now... you give me a name.

They called this morning.

They're coming to close the account today.

They're coming here?

Mm-hmm.

Well, thank you.

Muchas gracias, señor.

Thank you very much.

Miss Hastings.

Oh, Mr. Castillo.

Good morning. We talked on the phone.

Sí, sí., Please, this way.

Okay.

Señorita desea cerrar la cuenta.

Uh, we just need your signature.

Do you have a pen?

Yes, of course.

What are you going to do with his money?

How much have you spent...

since you shot him, all of it?

Since I shot him? Oh, that's good.

Maria... she was all upset about that rug.

You put her off, and you knew where it was all along.

You used it as a body bag.

Oh, Atticus, please.

You are so off the mark.

Scott didn't kill himself.

He was dead before he got back to the studio.

You're insane.

No, no, no.

The killer accidentally hit the "record" button

on that radio tone.

If you close your eyes,

it's almost like being there.

There are things you don't want to know, trust me.

Carmen Martinez was killed by a car driven by Scott.

Scott didn't want you to know that.

Reinhardt Schmidt--

he was blackmailing Scott.

You knew then.

You lied to me about that, too.

I had nothing to do with Reinhardt Schmidt.

Whose bright idea was it to go to the body shop?

That wasn't just bad luck.

You probably knew

that Martinez worked there.

What'd you want him to do, kill Scott?

That ticket to Germany is for Schmidt, isn't it?

Scott's passport is missing-- you took it.

What's he going to do in Germany, uh...

pretend to be Scott Cody?

You have the money.

This money is for Nazara Martinez, Carmen's mother.

Scott asked me to do that.

Atticus, whatever you do now, don't go to the police.

The suicide note...

did you write that, too? Hmm?

Dinero para pobres, por favor.

No, no. No, thank you.

Tengo mucho hambre.

Unos cuatro pesos. Por favor, señor.

Gracias, señorita.

Gracias.

Dinero para los pobres.

Dinero para los pobres, señor.

Ay, gracias, señor.

Uh, listen, uh, where'd you get this T-shirt?

Uh, no hablo ingles, señor.

Oh, no. Your T-shirt?

No-no-no-no. No se de que esta hablando.

I'd like... I'd like to know where you got it.

No quiero hablar con usted, señor.

But... wait...

Hey!

Wait a minute.

Did you know my son?

Did my son give you that shirt?

Did you know... did you know my son?

Hey!

I'm looking for, uh...

Hello. I'm looking for somebody with a...

a T-shirt, uh...

Tall... tall man with paint.

You know... where...

Well, this thing was right here.

It looks like my son's work.

Do you know who... drew...

Huh? Dad.

Forgive me.

Oh... oh...

The night I got back--

the night of the accident--

I had dinner with Reinhardt at the hotel.

Reinhardt-- he's the one in your coffin?

Yeah.

Anyway, we left.

I don't remember much after that.

I-I-I heard a scream...

and I hit my head and there was blood...

and Reinhardt was saying, "Get back in the car.

"I'll take care of it.

Get back in the car."

That's all I remember, and a couple days later,

he had the car fixed.

And then he blackmailed you?

I did not kill him.

You know who did?

Martinez, uh,

the girl's brother. Please.

Well, whoever did it thought Reinhardt was me.

I came home that night...

It must have been a week or so after the accident.

The door was wide open.

Like a fool, I went in.

I panicked.

No alibi.

No plan.

I just wanted him out of the house.

So, I took him to the studio.

I heard some kids outside.

They thought Reinhardt was me, asleep in the car.

Maybe that's when it came to me.

So, there's a murder...

hit-and-run death...

and a fabricated suicide.

I appreciate you coming to talk to us.

But I'm afraid you will have to remain in custody

while we investigate.

We'll get you out, son.

Uh, yes, I'll, uh,

request a bail hearing immediately.

Marcos...

So, uh, now...

Now, Renata, she was in on it from the very beginning?

Not at first, no.

After you arrived, I couldn't go to the house.

You almost caught me there that first night.

Yeah.

I told her the next day, before my funeral.

I needed her help to get my passport and my money.

I told her I didn't want you here,

to get rid of you.

She did her best.

Why did you... come?

You thought I was dead.

Why?

Why did you have to come?

'Cause you're my son.

I was able to get a preliminary bail hearing

for tomorrow morning...

Yeah?

But I wouldn't get our hopes up high.

Scott confessed to concealing the body.

The man was blackmailing him.

Prosecution has a very good case.

Well, what about Martinez?

I've, uh, requested the court issue a warrant for him,

but, uh, even if he did kill Schmidt, uh,

the police might not be able to find him.

Well, no.

They have to find him.

I mean, I've lost my son two times now, and...

I can't lose him again.

There's an old Mayan folktale

about a boy who runs to another world,

and, uh, the father calls, "Please come back, son"

and the son says, "I can't.

I'm too far."

and the father says,

"Come back as much as you're able

and I'll go the rest of the way."

Thank you, love.

What'll you have?

Whatever you're having.

Look who's coming.

So, Atticus, things looking up, hey?

15 minutes, señor.

Hello, son.

Hi.

You all right?

Listen, I, uh, I brought you some, uh

some sketch pads and some pens and... pencils and stuff.

Take those back.

The light in my cell stinks.

Well, uh, we couldn't get bail.

Hernandez was here this morning.

Well, I'll just leave these here just in case.

No. Thanks.

No.

Well, uh...

They said I could come back this evening,

uh, maybe have a little dinner.

Uh, what's your favorite restaurant?

You make me feel like I'm...

I don't know... at camp or something...

parents' day...

dinner before you have to drive off.

Ah, I'm not leaving.

I'm not leaving, kid, till I get you out of here.

They're going to hang me for Reinhardt.

No, no.

He's dead because of me.

It doesn't matter how.

Don't you talk like that.

You know, when mom died, I...

I'd have given anything...

anything for one last chance...

to say...

I love you.

Worst feeling there is.

Didn't deserve that.

I came back to my house the first night

to show you I was alive,

but I couldn't face you.

I ran like a coward.

Ah... you're no coward.

You're not a killer, either.

We're going to get you out of here.

David's already made some contacts in Mexico City

and the governor...

Leave David out of this.

I don't want David

pulling strings for me

or calling in favors.

I don't want you to be ashamed of me anymore!

I'm not ashamed of you, son.

I never have been.

Skip the apology.

Aw...

Listen, I said some things the other day to you that I...

I was way out of line.

I said skip it.

Well, you should have told me the truth.

Well, I didn't like lying to you, you know?

I didn't like putting you through that,

especially when I saw you really cared.

Scott was messed up.

He needed someone he could count on.

He needed a friend.

That was me.

All right.

See, what happened was, uh...

uh, Martinez worked at that garage.

He saw the car, he saw Schmidt--

put two and two together...

Wanted revenge...

shot the wrong man.

Perfect.

Case closed... if you can find him.

Well... police are looking for him, but, uh...

uh, you said you were...

taking some money up to Carmen's mother.

Now, I'd like to talk to her.

Don't you think the police have already talked to her?

Well, yeah, probably, but, uh...

they might say something to me

that they wouldn't say to them.

I got to try.

All right...

in the hills...

about 20 miles out of town.

Why are you so angry?

You should be proud of Scott.

He walked into that cell

for you.

Oh, he was just taking the responsibility

for his own actions.

I mean, I'm sorry you can't understand that.

Explain that to me when they hang him.

Hello?

Mrs. Martinez?

Anybody home?

Mrs. Martinez?

Hey!

Hey!

Come on, wait.

I just want to talk.

I-I just want to talk.

You all right?

Huh?

Martinez made a full confession...

admitted he killed Schmidt.

Yes, that means my son will be released, huh?

Well, there's still the hit- and-run, which is serious

and concealing a murder, also serious,

and now some new questions have come up.

Martinez says he shot the right man,

the man who killed his sister.

Well, what does that mean?

That means that Scott wasn't driving?

That means he's innocent.

If it's true,

but I cannot accept what Martinez says.

Why not?

You see, it is a much stronger defense for him

if he shot the right man.

For an act of vengeance,

the court may sympathize.

Yeah, but...

Well, now, he-he just might

be telling the truth, you know.

You know, maybe somebody else saw him.

Maybe there's a-a witness.

We're still investigating.

It was me.

I was driving.

I must have been.

Reinhardt said...

Ah, he could have lied to you.

Why can't you just accept the fact

that I was driving?

I'm trying to find the truth.

She's dead.

That's the truth.

She's dead.

We never had this conversation about Mom.

Now, we're having it about a total stranger.

Accidents happen.

It didn't matter who was driving.

Bad luck, it was you.

Could've been me.

That's all.

I should have said that 12 years ago, but...

I-I... I know it doesn't... fix anything between us now,

but... it's a start.

And if there's a witness out there,

I'm going to find him.

One-man cavalry.

You bet.

Hernandez says you...

banged up your hand.

Yeah, it's all right, though.

Do you know who was driving?

Now, come on, try to remember.

It's really important.

I'm sorry, señor.

It was dark.

Aah...

I'm sorry, señor.

Oh, thanks, man.

Señorita.

Did you... did you know Carmen Martinez?

Sí.

Did you see the accident?

No, señor.

Oh.

You know anyone who did?

I really need to know.

My grandmother.

She was here.

Your grandmother?

Well, can I talk to her?

Can you take me to see her?

She comes here at night

to light the candles.

That's her.

That's my grandmother.

I wonder if you could, could help me. Uh...

Did you see the accident?

Well...

Por favor...

Now, look at the photograph.

Would you ask her if this is the man that was driving the car

that hit Carmen Martinez?

¿Este es el hombre que matar Carmen Martinez?

Sí.

Es el hombre que matar a Carmen.

She say that man killed Carmen.

Is she sure?

¿Esta segura?

Sí, estoy segura.

El es rubio, pero este hombre es ciego.

Y un hombre que no puede ver nada

No debe manejar.

He was blind.

A blind man should not drive.

Blind man? What...?

What does she mean, blind?

¿Como sabias que estaba ciego?

Anoche tenia

lentes oscuros.

Como un hombre ciego.

It was night and he was wearing

dark glasses like a blind man.

Is this the man?

¿Ese es el hombre?

He had blond hair,

but he was wearing dark glasses.

That is what she saw.

Muchas gracias, señora.

Señorita.

Yeah. He wore shades all the time.

Day and night.

Part of his image.

Mm-hmm. Well, Hernandez says

with this eyewitness, he can get the charges

knocked down to failure to report a hit-and-run

and concealing a body-- six months at the most--

and we'll pull some strings to get you out of here.

No.

I have to face this.

What? Six months in here.

No. No, no. That's not going to be easy, kid.

It's not a matter of easy.

It's what I have to do.

You're not guilty. Get it?

Not this time, not last time.

No more. It's over.

Now it's over?

Because you say it's over?

It's over because it has to be over.

Because we're moving on.

Because, yes, because I say it's over.

I'm your father

and I say it's over.

You don't know a thing about me.

I do now.

You're true to yourself

and that's where we're alike.

I mean, I have my work-- my ranch, family.

You paint. You paint the truth.

I see it in everything you've done.

Yeah, we have our own way of going

and that's where we butt heads, but...

I never meant for us to fight.

Thank you.

Well...

I'm going home.

What's that?

This is a wedding gift from Scott.

It's not you on a horse looking majestic, is it?

No. It's you in a bathtub.

Well, keep it.

Come on, let's drink to something.

To your wedding.

No.

To Scott's resurrection.

I'll drink to that.

Mm.

Some nights, Scott would paint

and I would sleep on the floor of the studio

and when I'd wake in the morning...

he'd look at me like I'd hung a moon.

You see, I never wanted to disappoint him.

It's awful disappointing someone you love.

It's sort of a... desperate feeling

of trying to recover your losses

and knowing you'll never be forgiven for not measuring up.

Stuart doesn't even expect me

to hang up my own clothes.

Well, I got to go.

We'll all be saved in the end,

won't we, Lone Ranger?

I hope so.

Well, here's to you.

Bye-bye, sugar.

Bye, Atticus.

Enjoy the painting.

Yeah, that's good.

Come on.

Hey!

Hey, Scott.

We didn't expect you till tomorrow.

Well, I caught an earlier flight.

Well, you look good.

No... permanent damage?

Well, if you don't count the tattoo.

Tattoo?

Bottom of my foot.

I'll bet that, uh ...tickled.

Well, not too many laughs in prison.

You got to go for 'em.

Yeah.

You adding on?

Yeah, something like that.

I think it might, uh, it might be a place to paint.

You know, like a studio

whenever you're here.

You know, put in a skylight.

Oh, that's up to you...

you can finish it, if you want.

Hey, maybe you'd like to stick around

and... make it any way you want to.

Well...

a skylight would work.

We'd get the north light.

North light. That...

Yeah.

Yeah, that's good, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

That's good.

Come on, kid, let's go home.

Good to see you, partner.