All language subtitles for Highlander.s01e02.720p.BDRip.Family Tree.ORT

[theme music]

-Seven out, wide away,
don't stay paid.

-You're relieved, Joe.

-It's early.

-I said you were relieved.

Gustavson wants to see you.

-Joe, have a drink.

-I usually don't drink
while I'm working the

tables, Miss Gustavson.

-You're through working
the tables, Joe.

-OK, sure, I'll come
in early tomorrow.

-She said you're through working
the tables, Joe--

finito.

-Hey, if this is about that guy
last night, he was just on

a roll.

-$50,000 of the house's money
is more than a roll, Joe.

It's a freaking avalanche.

Tell him the rules, Clinch.

Tell him rule number one.

-Customers shall not go home
with too much of Mrs.

Gustavson's money.

-He was watching
me real close.

I couldn't switch the dice.

-Well, maybe you didn't
want to, Joe.

Maybe the guy was a
friend of yours.

-You know me better than that.

I don't have any friends
that I like that much.

-Oh, that's very sad.

But we believe you.

Tell him why we believe
him, Clinch.

-This big winner disappeared
last night, skipped town

without so much as even checking
out of his hotel.

-Ain't that a bitch.

-Which means if you were working
with him, he skipped

out on you, too.

Tell him his responsibilities,
Clinch.

-You are responsible
for your table.

You are responsible
for the 50 grand.

-I know you want
to pay me back.

-50,000 is a lot of money.

-I think that's my point, Joe.

Yeah, I think that's
exactly my point.

-I'll need some time.

-Oh, sure, Joe.

We understand that.

Uh, tell him how much
time, Clinch.

-You can count to five.

Sure you can, Joe.

Five days.

One, two, three, four, five.

[crack]

[shouts]

[murmurs]

[phone ringing]

FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]:
Good

afternoon, West Side Orphanage.

FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: I've
got to get this job done

before the deadline.

-I've got Richard Ryan's
file right here.

But I have no record of anyone
having asked for it.

-For a doctor, uh, James Jones,
a crosstown address.

Hey, that's all I know.

-We're not supposed to release
orphanage files without

authorization.

There are laws regarding
confidentiality.

-Guy's a doctor, sounds
sweet to me.

-Nobody's asking you.

-Hey, I'm just the messenger.

-Just which company did you
say you worked for?

-Uh, look, uh, look
for yourself.

-Hey!

You come back here!

You can't take those.

Security!

-Right there.

-Uh, Harold, what's
the problemo?

-You steal that?

-Uh, before I answer that,
Harold, have you had the

mandatory course in prude and
appropriate use of force?

-Stop talking trash and turn
around so I can cuff your ass.

-I guess that means no.

-No, lightning lips.

-Uh, uh, Harold, this is all a
test of your security here.

Uh, I'm an under coverage agent
with the Public Works

Special Investigation Unit.

Uh, cuff's are a little
tight, Harold.

But that's OK.

According to my stop watch, your
response time was well

within our codes.

You should be very happy
about this, Harold.

-Oh, shut up.

-Uh, Harold, you forgot
the file.

-An under cover agent--
that's good, Richie.

-Whoa, we in a bad mood?

Wait, you just got back from
the island, right?

So maybe that's it,
island fever.

-Why the orphanage, Richie?

-Or maybe you had a
flight with Tessa.

You know women, who can figure
them out anymore?

Why the orphanage, that was
the question, right?

-Right.

-Ah, you know, uh, return to
the old stomping ground.

I spent a year or so there
when I was, like, five.

Then I did this whole
foster home drill.

Hi, kids, this is your new
foster brother, Richie.

Treat him just like one
of the family--

not.

-Come on, Tess is worried.

-So he wouldn't tell you
why he stole the file?

-I could guess.

He wants to know where
he comes from.

-Why can't they just tell him?

-Because it's against the law.

Besides, maybe they
don't know.

-Why do you say that?

-No reason.

You look hot.

-Art can be hard work.

-No, I meant, you look hot.

-Maybe we can help Richie find
out who his parents are.

-I don't think that's
a good idea.

-Why not?

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]:
Use the gauge to--

-Yeah, I--

I didn't ask you for help
because it, like-- it takes a

while to develop that ask
for help reflex, OK?

-Did you find something in those
files that you didn't

already know?

-I just got a peak, you know?

I saw a name, Emily
Ryan, deceased.

-You think she was
your mother?

-I don't know.

I already knew she was dead.

I remember, I was real
little, but--

but, hey, I uh scored a three
pointer of my old man at the

buzzer just before the
rent-a-cop grabbed me.

-You learned something
about your father?

-Yeah, um, he and Emily were
still married when she died.

So I guess that means
he is my father.

-Richie, if he was your father,
don't you think he

would have contacted
you by now?

-When I was a kid, I
made up a story.

I pretended he was like a spy or
something, doing dangerous

stuff behind the Iron
Curtain or whatever.

That's why he couldn't just,
like, put in a Collect call

and say, I want to talk to
my son, Richie Ryan, the

all-American boy.

-Wanna pass me that?

-Kid stuff.

-Now who knows?

I mean, maybe he's
tried to find me.

It's not like my face is
on a carton of milk.

[shouting]

-[groans]

-It looks bad.

I'll gather the men.

Duncan.

-Father, I--

-No, no, no.

Saver your strength.

You fought well.

You fought like a MacLeod.

-I wanted to be part
of the victory.

-Aye, you will.

You'll be part of
a great victory.

-I always thought that
there'd be more.

-Duncan--

Dunc--

oh, Duncan.

Your name will be mentioned
with honor in our homes.

Duncan MacLeod of the
Clan MacLeod.

We have suffered a great loss.

We have lost a kinsman
and a son.

He led you fearlessly, with
no though of himself.

And now you must go back
to the fight, with no

thought but of him.

You have no name on your
lips but his--

Duncan MacLeod.

Duncan MacLeod!

Duncan MacLeod!

Duncan MacLeod!

-[inaudible].

-Duncan MacLeod!

[screams]

-It--

it's a miracle.

-No.

It is the work of the demon
master of the world below.

-Father.

-No, you're no bairn of mine.

You're not my son.

You're not my son.

-You think we should have
looked for him, then?

-Who?

-Jack Ryan, Richie's father.

-Yes.

Everybody should have a chance
to have a father.

-What?

-I wouldn't lay odds
on finding him.

-Tell us.

-If I started telling you
everything that ever happened

to me--

-Let me be the judge of that.

-My father couldn't grasp
what had happened.

-Who could?

Man, he must have freaked.

I mean, there you were all of
a sudden on your feet again,

zombie in a kilt.

[laughing]

-You know, I think I was more
terrified than he was.

We were a primitive clan,
primitive and superstitious.

Fear ruled our lives.

What lay on the other side of
the mountains was beyond

imagination.

-Then, can you blame
your father?

-I did at first.

There were days in that first
bit of winter in the Highlands

that I just wanted to die.

But I couldn't.

My family problems
are history.

Richie's are here and now.

You know, there's a proverb
in northern India.

If you go hunting tigers,
be sure you're

prepared to find one.

-Meaning, I might not
like what I find.

-Why do you want to know this?

After all this time, there
must be a reason why your

father hasn't contacted you.

-Think about that, Richie.

-I have.

Do you remember anything
before the orphanage?

-Not much.

There was a woman.

-Your mother, Emily Ryan?

-I don't know.

I guess she must have been.

I can't picture her face.

But I remember every
Friday, we used to

go to the post office.

I never figured out why,
but I loved it.

Man, I wanted to be a
mailman something

fierce when I grew up.

And then right down the street
there was this candy store.

It was run by this sweet
old guy called Stubs.

I remember Stubs because I
couldn't manage his name, so I

used to call him Mr. Tubby.

[laughs]

He thought that was
hysterical.

He was as thin as a pencil.

She'd buy me licorice, and
he'd let me look at the

pictures in the comics.

After all, I couldn't
read that.

-Why remember that?

What was so special about
the candy store?

-One day, Mom--

Emily--

was, uh, chatting with Mr.
Stubs, and suddenly she put

her hand to her forehead
and said something

like, I feel funny.

And then she just fell to the
floor and didn't move.

I thought she was playing a
game, so I'm, like, pushing

her and laughing.

Then the ambulance came
and lots of people

running around and--

and they took her away.

Mr. Stubs picked me up in the
air, says, well, lad, what are

they going to do with you?

That's why I remember Mr.
Stubs' candy store.

-What part of town
was this in?

-You got me there.

I was four, going on five.

Who knew geography?

I could barely find my
way to the bathroom.

-Mr. Stubs' candy store.

Well, it's a start.

-It's not going to
be in there.

The buy was pretty old
even back then.

He must have cashed
his chips by now.

-Yeah, but you said the candy
store was near a post office.

-One second.

Sir--

-Wait a minute, now.

-Excuse me, ma'am, just
give me a second.

Now look--

[shouting]

[music playing]

-Sir, could you just give
me one more second.

-Oh, Mr. Stubs.

-Oh, they're always
[inaudible].

-You're going down in
three moves, Harry.

-Mr. Stubs?

-That's right, son.

-My name is Richie Ryan.

-Pleased to meet you.

-Lady at the retirement home
said I'd find you here.

-Every afternoon.

-You used to run a candy store
on Baltimore Street.

-For 30 years.

Sold it last March.

Now it's some sort of game store
with a bunch of weirdos

hanging around.

I remember your place.

I used to come in when
I was a kid.

What are you now, an old man?

-No, I mean, when I
was really young.

Do you remember Emily Ryan?

-Emily?

Of course.

Oh, that's reaching back some.

Licorice-- you used to
love licorice, right?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

Oh, you were a cute
little kid, yeah.

Always gave you a little
extra, as I recall.

Emily, yeah, she came
in every Friday.

I used to cash her
check for her.

-You have a great memory,
Mr. Stubs.

-Oh, people who came into my
store got service with a

capital S. Ever forgot them,
they never forgot me.

That's the way I ran
my business.

Poor Emily.

Yeah, I remember that day
as if it was yesterday.

She collapsed right in front
of me there in the store--

brain hemorrhage.

She was barely 30.

-I wasn't sure if I remembered
it right.

-I'm afraid so, lad.

Next thing I hear,
they'd whisked

you off to an orphanage.

-Wasn't there a Mr. Ryan?

-Oh, sure, yeah.

But they'd split up by then.

Yeah, I still see Jack
hanging around.

-He lives here in this city?

-As far as I know.

He, uh, used to be at
the Spinning Wheel

Hotel over on Madison.

-Uh-huh.

[car honking]

-Thanks very much, Mr. Stubs.

-Nice to see you.

-Nice to see you too.

We're golden, MacLeod.

It's probably a CIA front,
you know, deep cover.

-That is about as
deep as it gets.

Well--

-No, Mac.

If this is my dad, I need
to do this alone.

On the other hand, we still
could catch the second half of

the basketball game.

What?

-Richie, it's up to you.

-He probably doesn't even
live here anymore.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Jack Ryan.

-I never heard of him.

Then again, I only lived here
for a couple of months.

He might have lived
here before me.

-Who would know?

Think he might have left the
landlord a forwarding address?

-Are you crazy?

You move in here, you put
your rent in the drop

box, you move out.

People like to remain anonymous,
you know what I

mean?

-Yeah.

So you never knew him?

-You're too young to
be a cop, kid.

What's your interest in finding

this Jack Ryan character?

-I think he may be my father.

-Maybe?

-I never knew my folks.

-Let me tell you something,
kid, I knew my father.

And I wish to god I'd never
laid eyes on the bastard.

You might be better
off not knowing.

[groans]

-What happened to your finger?

-I broke it playing chess.

Funny.

Never thought of that
as a contact sport.

-Listen, if you do come across
a Jack Ryan, can

you give me a call?

-Antiques.

I'll keep my ears open.

-Thanks, I appreciate it.

Stay cool.

Oh, listen, what's
your name, in c--

[knocking]

-Oh, who is it now?

-How's the finger, Joe?

-It hurts like hell.

-Well, then I'm a happy man.

Let's talk.

Man should always take pride
in his work, Joe.

I read books on anatomy for
months when I got this job.

I know the human form
from head to toe.

I know what breaks.

I know what hurts.

And I know what bursts when
you hit it just right.

[chuckles]

-You know what day this
is today, Joe?

Huh?

I mean, besides laundry day.

-It's Wednesday.

-Right.

Day number two.

I don't know.

I don't see any money
around here.

Stay where you are, Joe.

I don't see 50 grand in neatly
stacked bills waiting for me

to take to Mrs. Gustavson.

-I don't know, what--
what do you got it

hidden here in the underwear?

Huh?

-I haven't got it yet.

-I'm sorry.

I didn't quite catch that.

-I said I haven't got
the money yet.

-Oh.

-[shouts]

[groans]

Oh, no.

For the love of god.

-God doesn't love you, Joe.

Nobody loves you.

Now you know what happens
on day two.

-Please, please, I swear I
will get you the money.

I know where to put my
hands on it, I swear.

I've been talking to people.

-Who have you been
talking to, Joe?

-That kid.

You must have seen him
on your way in, huh?

He's connected.

He's got rich friends.

They're gonna front me
the 50, but tomorrow.

-Well, that's great.

But tomorrow's tomorrow,
and today's today.

-[shouts]

Oh!

[groaning]

-Here's what we're
going to do--

seeing as I'm such a busy man
and these little visits are so

time consuming, I'm going to
take you at your word.

I'm going to trust that you're
going to have the money here

by tomorrow.

Because if you don't--

-[shouts]

- --I'll have your whole hand.

I'll cut it off, and I'll
watch you eat it--

finger by finger, with a little
ketchup on the side.

Have a nice day, Joe.

-Hello.

-Hey, how you doing?

You, uh, you found something
already?

-No, not exactly.

-So it's-- it's great
to see you.

But, like, what are
you doing here?

-Oh, this is going to
be tough for me.

-Uh-huh.

-I've never been exactly
a steady guy.

Life's never been easy.

-Welcome to the club.

-In fact, I spend most of my
life behind the eight ball.

-Look, I don't mean
to be rude.

But it's getting a
little boring.

-[sighs]

I lied to you earlier, kid.

Um, I changed my name, thought
it would change my life.

And by the time I was ready to
find you, it was too late and

I was too old.

You see, Richie, my real
name is Jack Ryan.

I'm your father.

-Now your uncle Bart, he paid
his way through school by

picking up side bets at all the

Cleveland Indian home games.

He'd, uh, pick up the money from
his regulars as he went

up and down the stadium
selling hot dogs.

And then the next day he'd pay
the winners back by putting

the money inside the hot
dog bun and just

sliding it down the aisle.

Thought you wanted to hear
about your family.

-Why did you leave?

-I have thought about that
for a lot of years.

I just had this wild hair.

I had these dreams.

-And you didn't want a kid
around to screw them up.

-It is not that, kid.

The fact is--

the fact is when my son--

when you were born, I couldn't
have come home if I'd wanted.

-I used to think you were a
spy on-- on some mission.

-Well, it was something
like that.

Mission.

[laughs]

Yeah, it was in Leavenworth.

Then when I got out, my wife--

your mother-- she'd already
taken you for parts unknown.

She died.

Emily died.

I thought you knew that.

-I'm really sorry to
hear that, kid.

-I just--

I just thought that since--

-No, it's the story
of my life, kid.

They'll put it on
my tombstone--

old Jack Ryan never
had a clue.

-What was she like, my mother?

She was a real gem, kid.

She's patient, funny.

She had a great sense of
humor, that woman.

And she liked kids.

She wanted a real big family.

Smart--

too smart for a guy like me.

-But you left her.

You loved her.

You knew she was having your
kid and you left her.

How can anybody do that?

-Well, it comes down to that
same thing, doesn't it, kid?

It comes down to that one thing
that changes your whole

life forever.

Look, if I could live my
whole life over again--

but at the time, I--

I thought I was a guy
with ambition.

And I--

I thought I saw a chance.

It was sitting up on
a shelf like--

like one of those little
Russian dolls, hollow.

You know those?

-Yeah.

-And you open it, and then
there's another one insight.

Only, there's nothing there.

And then you open the next
one and the next one and

the next one and--

the next thing you know you're
53 years old and you're

holding this tiny,
little doll.

And you look at it and it ain't
much, but you think

maybe inside there's--

there's a diamond.

Come on, let me buy
you a hot dog, eh?

-Hey, you're looking
so serious.

-Sorry.

Is he still here?

-They're still out.

They certainly have enough
to talk about.

-Maybe.

-What are you thinking?

-Nothing.

I'm going out.

-OK.

Don't tell me anything, ever.

Richie looks for his long lost
father, Richie finds his long

lost father.

It's too easy.

-Why would he do it?

They aren't giving out medals
to runaway fathers.

-Maybe he wants something
else.

I want to ask around.

-You did that like you
had lots of practice.

-Oh, and you are?

-Oh, just another
friend of Joe's.

-Oh, I thought Jack
Ryan lived here.

-Jack Ryan?

Maybe that is his real name.

A traveling men like him
needs a lot of names.

They get used up in a hurry.

-What do you want with him?

-For a man who just broke
in here, you sure do

ask a lot of questions.

Joe--

Jack, if you like--

wanted some advice on his
financial future.

Doesn't look like he's going
to show up, though.

Always nice to meet a mutual
friend of Joe's--

Jack's, whatever.

-Nice meeting you.

[car honking]

-So this guy's, like, nuts
because of the fake I made.

So I go in for a clean lay-up.

-You know, if I had known that
you like basketball so much, I

would have got us tickets.

-No, that's OK.

Living here OK for you?

-Yeah, well, it's not
exactly Trump Tower.

-Mac.

-I let myself in.

I hope you don't mind.

-No, no.

So-- so you're Mac, huh?

Richie's been telling me a
lot about you, but I'm

glad to meet you.

You've taken real good
care of my boy.

-Yeah, I wanted to
meet you too.

-Yeah, well, now you have.

I guess this place doesn't give
a very good impression.

-Hey, guy lives where he can.

Mac's been around.

-Yeah, I can tell that
just looking at him.

-You look like you've
been around too.

-You should hear some
of his stories.

-Oh, I'd like that.

JOE [OFFSCREEN]: Nothing that
would impress a guy like you.

-Well, you never know.

Truth can be stranger
than friction.

-Yeah, that is what they said.

-Well, I guess I'd
better get going.

-Hey, come on, stick around.

Jack will tell you about
my cousins and stuff.

-Yeah, sure, sure.

Uh, there's no need for
you to rush off.

-Another time.

Oh, there was a guy in
here looking for you,

big guy, long hair.

Said he was your financial
advisor.

-He-- he's just an old pal
of mine, a real joker.

-Well, nice to meet you, Jack.

Richie's a good kid.

-You don't have to
tell me that.

-Good.

-Listen, I uh--

I need to go ask him a couple
things about work.

I'll be right back.

-OK.

I'll just straighten up here.

-No, Mac--

Mac, Mac, Mac.

Hey, hey, what was that
all about in there?

You treated him like
he was rat poison.

-Rich, he's a--

-He's my old man, OK?

He may not be much
in your eyes.

But he's all I got here.

If I can make it work,
what is your problem?

-We'll talk later, OK?

-[sighs]

Yeah, later.

-Yes, I--

I'll need it by next Friday.

Yes.

That would be perfect.

Goodbye.

Oh, that was quite a walk.

-Yeah, well, we had to go
to a couple stores.

Jack needed some things.

Uh, listen, Tessa, um,
I know this is weird.

But I was wondering if Jack
could stay here for a few

days.

-If it's any bother,
any at all, I--

I can stay somewhere else.

-What happened to
your apartment?

-Well, I'm a little overdue
with the rent.

And the landlord was
taking my things.

-Jack's between jobs, just
a couple of days, honest.

-We'll have to ask Mac.

-Yeah.

Where'd he go anyway?

-Your drink, Mrs. Gustavson.

-He wasn't there, but
somebody else was--

a man who said he was looking
for Jack Ryan.

-Maybe he was.

Maybe he got the
wrong address.

-Or maybe he knows sometimes
we don't.

Hey, you followed me.

Maybe you weren't looking
for Joe, huh?

May you were looking for me.

-I just want some information
about the man living in that

apartment, whatever
his name is.

-He owes you money, right?

Well, get in line,
or get lost.

-What do you know about
Joe Scanlon, or uh--

-Hey, I told you--

[grunts]

-Go for your gun and I'll
make you eat it.

Can I ask you a question?

-Joe Scanlon worked for me.

Now he owes me a lot of money.

And just remember, if you're
trying to collect from him

too, we're first.

-Thank you.

-Oh, get up, Clinch.

You're making a spectacle
of yourself.

-Hey.

Where did you learn that?

-From the people that
invented it.

-I uh--

[laughing]

-Hope you won't be
too uncomfortable

sleeping on the floor.

-I could sleep lengthwise on
a railroad tie and have.

I'm just afraid to
breathe in here.

I might break something that
costs more than my life is

worth.

-This ain't even the
expensive stuff.

Come look at this.

This is my favorite,
solid gold.

-That's beautiful.

-So's the price.

-How can you be so sure
he's not Jack Ryan.

He's told Richie so many things
about his life, about

his mother.

-He's sold you too, hasn't he?

He's a con man.

He wants something.

-What?

-Tessa, take a look around.

He sees the shop.

He sees Richie living here.

He sees a meal ticket.

-You can't see any other
reason, can you?

This man left his wife,
his family.

Maybe he wants something
he lost.

-And you believe that?

-People can change.

-Oh, they sure can.

It takes centuries.

-I hate arguing with you.

You always bring up that--

-Oh, Tessa, come on.

- --for 400 years you've been
looking over your shoulder,

and now you--

you don't trust anybody.

He's just a human being.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it like that.

-It's OK.

It's just--

it's Richie we've got
to worry about now.

This Jack or Joe, he became a
father too quickly, just when

he needed a place to hide.

Someone's got to
talk to Richie.

-Can't it wait until morning?

-Yeah, I can wait
till morning.

Richie.

What's the matter?

-He took it.

He took the mask.

-I gave the police a full
description of the mask.

And if Jack or Joe or whatever
his name is--

-Now they're out there
in the car laughing

their ass off at me.

-Nobody's laughing
at you, Richie.

-It's not like I really believed
he was my father.

It's not.

[laughs]

I mean, yeah, the old guy lays
down a pretty good line.

But who do you think you're
talking to here?

Made up all that stuff
about my mother, too.

He probably didn't
even know her.

Like it really matters
where you come from.

-Richie, it matters.

Of course it matters.

-Hey, they smell a tusker.

Steady, lads.

-Father.

-It's the devil.

-Father, it is me, Duncan.

You know me, do you not.

He recognizes me, but my own
flesh and blood does not.

They let me wander away
from all men.

-You'll not beguile me thus,
be ye from heaven or hell.

-I am your son!

-No!

And you never were.

The night my lady wife gave
birth to my only son stillborn

was brought into a chamber by a
peasant woman, a bore child,

to replace that which
was lost.

-I do not believe you.

-It's the truth, or God
strike me dead.

And when the midwife looked into
your eyes, aye, for it

was you the peasant brought in,
she cringed back in fear

and said you were a changeling
left by the forest demons, and

we shall cast you out
for the dogs.

-But you did not.

-No.

I saw the look on my lady's face
and we took you in and

banished the midwife.

May God forgive me.

We buried my wee son and
put you in his place.

And no man ever knew you
were not of my blood.

You are my heir.

-And where do I come from?

Where do I come from?

Where do I come from?

Where do I come from?

Where do I come from?

Where?

Where do I come from?

Where?

I am Duncan MacLeod of
the Clan MacLeod!

-You never found out who
your real parents were?

-No.

But after a couple of hundred
years, you get over it.

One day so will you.

-Yeah, it's me, Joe Scanlon.

I got something for you that's
worth more than what I owe

you, a lot more.

Yeah, I'll be there, but the
cops are looking for me.

It's going to take a while.

Yeah, I said I'll be there.

-Mac, Richie's gone.

-I think I knew where.

-Joe, Jack, whoever you
are, open the door.

Let me in, now!

-Airport.

Oh, damn.

Damn it, kid.

-Come on, buddy.

The airport.

-Well, what have we here?

-Everybody's looking for our
man, Joe, including this guy.

-Friend of yours?

-Never hear of him.

-Hey, be nice to
Mrs. Gustavson.

Scanlon said he was getting
the money from this guy.

-So you decided to cut
out the middle man.

-Yeah, why not?

-Money?

Hey, this guy ripped
off my friends.

He put on his afterburners
and split.

-And I hope for your sake
that isn't true.

-It isn't.

I've got what you want.

And it is worth four times
what I owe you.

-If that thing's as hot as I
think it is, we'll be lucky to

fence it for 10% of that.

-Then I'll fence it myself.

I can do better than that.

-What?

And leave Bart Simpson
here as collateral?

-Oh, no deal.

The kid leaves now.

He'll keep his mouth shut.

-Who is he to you?

-He's my dad.

-Run, kid.

[shouts]

[grunting]

-Here you go, MacLeod.

-Thanks.

-You OK?

-Yeah, I am.

-I know, I know.

-Look, I'm sorry.

-It's OK.

-We're leaving now.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: You did
what you had to do.

[laughs]

-Clinch, you're fired.

-Hey, Richie.

Is this a seasonal thing
that we rearrange

everything in here?

-An artist should never
grow complacent.

Change is good.

-You compensating for me?

-Right.

Did Joe get off all right?

-I put him on a bus to Tucson.

-What's in Tucson?

-A little doll with
a diamond in it.

I uh, I saw Mr. Stubs in the
park on my way back.

I wanted to ask him more
stuff about my mother.

Turns out that check she
got every Friday was

from a foster agency.

She was a foster mother,
my foster mother.

So I guess I'll never know
where I came from.

-I'm so sorry, Richie.

-Hey, you get to decide
who you are.

Not many people get
that chance.

[engine revving]

-Got her tuned up nice.

They'll hear you coming now.

-I noticed.

-[chuckles]

Kind of makes a statement,
you know?

-Yeah, well, what am I saying
when I make this statement?

I don't know, uh, here I am,
world, something like that.

-Well, that's your statement.

My statement is more, I'm
just passing through.

-Ah, you're just passing
through.

Hey, you want me to
tune it back down?

It's your car.

Just one more time.

-Go for it.