All right, try it now.
(engine not turning over)
(engine starting)
And there you have it.
How'd you do that?
Oh, did the same thing I always do.
I wiggled some wires around until it started.
You know, we got to stop meeting like this.
You, me, and this pile of junk.
Well, we can't afford to fix it.
Not with the boys' tuition hikes.
Speaking of which, I got an estimate for the carpet repair.
Yeah? And?
It's as crappy as the carpet.
Great.
So, what? Can you get another loan on your pension? No.
We maxed that out already, babe.
So what's the plan?
The plan now is for you to drive this beater home.
Straight home and do not stop, okay?
And most of all, do not worry about money.
We'll be fine.
Wait. What do I do if that weird noise comes back?
Just turn up the radio.
Love you.
Love you more.
Love you most.
(sighs heavily)
Something smells good.
Oh, sí, señor.
My world-famous chili.
Drink before dinner. Thanks.
Cheers. Cheers.
Favorite part of my day-- dinner with my old man.
(clears throat)
Are you, uh, buttering me up for some reason,
Francis?
I'm just happy to see you, Pop.
So... how was your day?
(in nasally voice): Great, honey. Yours?
You got something on your mind, spit it.
What makes you think I got something on my mind?
You're not the only guy in this room
who used to wear a gold shield, Francis.
And when I was wearing mine, you were wearing diapers.
Well... I did notice
there was a pretty big dent in the bumper of your car.
Oh, here we go.
No, I'm just asking what happened.
No, you're insinuating.
I'm not insinuating anything.
The hell you're not. You think I don't know
what I'm doing behind the wheel anymore.
I'm just asking what happened to your car.
How would I know?
I went into Ziggy's for lunch.
I came out, I had a busted bumper.
So somebody hit you when you were inside?
Excellent police work.
And they didn't leave a note? Are you finished?
Damn it, Pop, you shouldn't be driving!
Go to hell!
(crowd chatter)
Vance.
Am I about to get spanked?
Because I... I think I'm gonna like it.
What are you doing here?
Not expecting you to show up.
You promised me that you would lay low
until after you testify on Monday.
It's my show!
Come on!
I'm donating all the proceeds to charity, which makes me
a-a great guy.
What...? Drink with me. Where's a waiter?
Waiter? Do you not care at all
that Bill Greenfield has threatened your life?
Quaking in fear is not my style.
And botching my grand jury presentation because
my star witness has gotten himself killed is not mine.
MAN: Sir, champagne?
No, thank you. We're leaving.
Call your driver.
Really? Really.
(sighs)
Marvin, it's time to go home.
Well, there. Are you happy?
Yeah, and I trust that you're gonna get in the car
all by yourself. Let's go.
You know, Erin, I'm planning a new series
on the city's leading lights.
I'd love to include a photo of Manhattan's top ADA.
Well, if I can be strangling you in it, then I'm in.
Where's your car?
There he is.
(tires squealing)
Wait!
(tires squealing)
(groaning)
Stay there.
(grunting)
My name is Erin Reagan.
I'm a Manhattan ADA.
I just witnessed a hit-and-run.
There's a man hurt.
I'm on 18th Street just west of
10th Avenue. I need an ambulance immediately.
Ah, come on. It was nothing.
You-you were hit by a car, Vance.
Bumped. Nothing another glass of champagne won't cure.
Steer me to the nearest bar.
This woman would like to buy me a drink.
Obviously straight to the hospital, no stopping.
I'll miss you.
Oh, um,
the car that you need to look for-- it's a town car.
Four-door, black, slate gray,
and the license plate started with T-two-zero.
Wish every witness was a Reagan.
(siren sounding, garbled radio transmissions)
Hi, Dad.
This is a nice surprise.
Thank you, Baker.
Well, you haven't heard why I'm here yet.
Okay.
I know how you feel about this kind of thing, but I
called in a favor with Sergeant Gormley
to pull Danny onto a case.
Well, you don't trade on the Reagan name, sweetie,
so you must have felt it was necessary
and I'm sure Gormley felt it was warranted.
Well, I'll deny it till my death, but Danny is the best.
Yeah, it's annoying, isn't it?
Beyond.
(chuckles)
And he'll do a good job on the case,
but he might even be able to make a few extra bucks
moonlighting for my star witness.
Why would he want to?
Well, you didn't hear it from me,
but he and Linda are going through
a rough patch financially.
And he would kill me if he knew I was saying anything.
Yeah. Make a deal with you.
I'll keep your secret if you return the favor.
Uh-oh.
Your grandfather had another fender bender.
That's the fourth time.
In two months.
Way he sees it, the garage keeps crashing into him.
Dad, this is getting dangerous.
I mean, he could really hurt himself, or someone else.
Well, that's pretty much what I told him.
But it wasn't my finest hour.
I meant what I said,
but I just didn't say it the way I should have.
I'm surprised you're still walking.
(laughs)
I know it's a tough talk to have,
especially with someone as proud as Grandpa, but...
you're gonna have to do it.
It's getting serious.
(sighs)
It isn't going to be easy.
Nothing worthwhile ever is.
Do you know how much I hate it when you quote me back to me?
How much? A lot.
(siren chirping)
Protective custody?
You want me to sit at home?
ERIN: Just until
you testify on Monday morning.
That's three days away.
Well, that will give you plenty of time
to get to know the detective
who's going to be looking after you.
I don't need a babysitter.
If you keep complaining, I'll get you two.
So you really think Greenfield hired someone to kill me?
That's what I'm here to figure out.
Vance Bradley, Detective Danny Reagan.
Another Reagan in law enforcement?
ERIN: Family tradition going back
to the Ice Age. This is the photographer who...
Oh, believe me, everybody knows who Bad Boy Bradley is.
But don't you think you're a little old
to be running around, acting like a club kid?
It's nice to meet you, too.
Yeah. How's your pal Dr. Greenfield doing?
Former pal. He tried to have me killed last night.
What happened? No honor among skeeves?
Okay, guys.
I hear Dr. Greenfield's using his practice
to illegally deal prescription narcotics.
In fact, until the DA's office cut you a deal
and gave you immunity on your drug charges,
I'd say you two were pretty much alike.
So how'd you get to know this guy?
You a patient or a customer?
More like a running buddy, but I saw...
(clears throat) ...I saw Bill do deals
with a lot of bad guys.
Street dealers, people from Mexican cartels...
Yeah, you also saw him hand a bunch of pills
to a young girl named Becca Reynolds
at a nightclub called Terrain
where she OD'd, but you didn't
do a damn thing to stop him.
Okay, he is a cooperating witness.
He's not on trial here.
Well, that's a pity.
You have anything on the car yet?
They found the car in Washington Heights.
It was stolen and wiped down.
There's no, uh, usable forensics on it.
My next stop is to see
what Bill Greenfield has to say for himself.
Look, are we done here?
I'd like to head home at some point today.
I'll check with the doctor, see if you're ready for discharge.
Charming as ever.
All right, I apologize, okay?
I appreciate the extra tours.
I sure could use the money.
I don't know why you just don't ask Dad for some money.
You kidding me?
He gave me some after Jack and I split.
I don't take some allowance from Dad, all right?
I'd rather take money from a stranger than take it from him.
Oh, that makes a lot of sense.
Can we just drop it?
All right?
I appreciate your help, and do me a favor.
Don't tell Linda about the tours, all right?
She's got enough to worry about.
I won't. Bye.
I'll see you.
(sighs)
VINNY: No, I-I kid you not.
We won a bunch of battle of the bands
all through college.
I seriously thought of becoming
a musician instead of a cop.
Never too late to switch back.
(chuckling): Whoa.
Hello.
Here we go again.
What's that mean?
Every time you see a cute girl,
our tour comes to a grinding halt
while you try and get her phone number.
I don't try to get their number.
I get their number.
But do they actually pick up when you call?
Reagan, just...
stick to playing with your Star Wars toys, huh?
Uh-oh. Do I need a permit or something?
Actually, ma'am, selling anything
other than written material
requires a city license.
Luckily, there's no law
against a girl being too beautiful.
Wow. Did you make all this?
By hand.
You know, I was looking for something for my mom.
You know, it's not her birthday or anything,
but I just figured I'd brighten her day.
Aw.
Your partner's got a big heart.
Yep, he's a special guy.
I'll take the necklace.
Your mom will love it.
This stone has amazing energy.
Only because of who made it.
(woman chuckles)
Anything for you?
Not unless you sell Tums.
Here you go.
Thank you.
I'm Vinny, by the way.
And, uh, what do I owe you?
Holly.
And you owe me nothing.
Officer Cruz, you know that we can't
accept gifts from the public.
He's right.
Unless there's another way I can repay you.
Actually, you could do me a favor.
It's my son, Justin.
He's a good kid,
but he hangs around with a bunch of older boys all day,
playing video games and not doing his homework.
The place is right around the corner-- 228 Westgate.
Where's Justin's dad?
Long gone.
Which is why it would be nice for him
to get a visit from some positive role models.
Well, we are at your service, Holly.
VINNY: The eagle has landed.
Again.
Didn't get her number.
Probably 'cause she was too busy smiling at me.
(laughing): Okay.
Now you're delusional there, buddy.
There's 228.
Smells like Justin and his buddies
are smoking a little something
while they're playing their video games. Yeah.
(muffled music playing from room)
Police. Open up.
(frantic voices chattering)
Hands up! Hands up! Drop the bat!
Hands where we can see them!
Hands up! Drop the bat!
Whoa. What the...?
So, you're just... you're just moving out?
Larry, we have a practice together.
Practices split up.
I'll give you a call next week to work out the details.
If this is about this whole
grand jury thing, it's-it's crap.
I'm innocent. And I'm gone.
Good-bye, Bill.
DANNY: Dr. Greenfield.
Sorry to interrupt your little quarrel there.
What do you want?
I want to know where you were last night
when somebody tried to kill Vance Bradley.
You can't think that was me.
Well, actually, I can think whatever I want to, Doctor.
Look, I'm a physician.
Okay, I save lives.
Not according to the DA's office.
And not according to the family of Becca Reynolds.
You remember who she is-- young girl
who OD'd with prescription narcotics from your inventory?
Look, that was a glitch in our dispensing system.
Listen, if you're just here
to parrot the same line of crap
that Vance has been peddling...
If Vance is peddling a line of crap,
why are you trying to get him to not take the stand?
Vance is a leech.
I mean, it's... it's sad, actually.
But if he wants to smear me, I got plenty to smear him.
The drug use, the... the way he treats women.
Where were you last night at 9:30?
Le Beau Monde.
Having supper.
Oh. Were you at a table for one in the back
where no one could see you?
Table for two, up front, with my attorney.
Talk to him. I will.
Talk to the waitress. I'll do that, too.
And talk to the maître d'
who was so terrified of me he could barely ask
for a referral for his mother's back surgery.
I'll be sure to do that, too, Doctor.
You guys sure know how to keep your hands clean.
Officer, come on. It's only weed.
That's almost legal these days.
Yeah, and you're almost not going to jail.
Let me guess, Cruz.
Not one of them is Justin.
Maybe Holly got the address wrong.
Or maybe she set us up.
Reagan, Cruz.
That's a good arrest.
Yeah, wish we could say we planned it.
JAMIE: We got sent here by a woman, Sarge,
uh, looking for her son who may not even exist.
Sure would like to run with this,
track her down and get some real answers.
You bucking for detective now, Reagan?
More to the story, Sarge.
Just like to find out what it is.
All right.
Keep me in the loop.
Ten-four.
Vacant building on that street?
Where the hell are we going?
You do realize you should be home right now.
I'll be home soon enough.
After I get more Pierre Du Fait.
My vintner is holding several cases for me.
Should be enough to weather this little...
this little lockdown.
You do remember almost being pasted by a car last night.
Hey, you need your gun to do your job.
Those of us who make art,
we have needs of our own.
Maybe mine's not the sanest way
of accessing my muse, but whatever.
Marvin...
would you do me a favor and find
an alternate route, please?
Try taking Madison, okay?
In case somebody happens to know where we're going.
Which, with your habit, I'm sure it
wouldn't be hard to figure out.
You know my driver's name?
Yeah. What, you think I'm going to let some guy
get behind the wheel of a car that I'm in
without doing a background check first?
So I guess Marvin checks out.
He's driving the car, isn't he?
Are you adopted?
Because Erin is positively lovely.
Holly?
I don't have any tenants named Holly.
Late 20s, kind of cute in a hippy chick sort of way.
That could be any girl in this neighborhood.
She was selling jewelry right out front.
Now, that sounds like Rhonda.
So she does live in this building?
No, but I keep having to run her off.
I don't need any of her reefer smoke
stinking up my building.
Rhonda was smoking pot?
Lot of her customers looked like they do, too.
Now, that's all I know.
Can I finish my sweeping?
Yeah. Thank you for your time, ma'am.
So, Rhonda, Holly, whatever her name is,
sends us to the stash house and she smokes pot herself?
Sensing a pattern here? You don't know that.
Don't tell me you're still trying to ask this girl out.
I'm just not going to convict her
till we get her side of the story.
Now, we canvass the neighborhood
and we'll see if anybody else knows her.
Or we I.D. her ourselves.
If we can pull her fingerprint
off that necklace that she gave you.
Right.
What's this?
Your favorite.
Pastrami from the Woodrow Diner.
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
I shouldn't have raised my voice.
No, you shouldn't have.
I was out of line.
Yes, you were.
And I'm sorry.
No, you're not.
I sure am.
So you think I'm fine to drive?
I didn't say that.
Well, it's what you should say.
What's this?
A police report filed by the young lady
who banged into me in the parking lot.
She filed a report?
Yeah.
She was late for class, but she jotted down my license
and filed it this morning at the 8-6.
That's good to hear.
Pop...
just consider this.
There's been other times
and who knows how many other near misses.
I'm just saying...
Francis...
you're a terrific father and a hell of a boss,
but you're neither one of those things to me.
I decide when it's time, not you.
DANNY: All right, get him his booze and let's go.
(cell phone ringing)
Hey, babe.
How's work?
Well, I never actually made it to work
because, uh, the car caught on fire, Danny.
What?
Yeah, I think that weird noise, it was...
it must have been something electrical
because the dashboard...
it started smoking, and then... then the whole thing just...
it went up in flames.
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
But the car's a goner.
I-I'm so sorry I didn't take care of it.
What are we going to do, Danny?
I don't know. I told you I'll figure something out.
We got two kids, we got two jobs.
We need two cars.
Yeah, I know that, honey,
but I can't pull money out of the air, okay?
I said I'm working on it.
I know.
I got to get... I got to go, okay?
Vance, get down!
Watch it!
Hey, you all right? Come on.
Sit up. Sit up. You hit?
No.
Okay. All right.
How the hell did they find us?
I don't know.
Son of a bitch.
GPS.
Whoever Dr. Greenfield hired to kill you
is not going to be giving up any time soon.
ERIN: He looks pretty shaken up.
Good. Maybe he'll smarten up finally.
You got anything on the motorcycle yet?
Yeah, patrol already found it-- they said it was
dumped and wiped clean just like the car was.
Of course, none of this would have happened
if you'd kept Vance off the street like I had asked.
I tried to.
The guy's like a two-year-old.
Look at him.
Tells me I'm not the boss of him.
Danny, I need him at the grand jury Monday morning alive.
Can you get him home and keep him there?
Yes, I will, okay?
Thanks for coming by, sis.
Vance, let's go.
Welcome home, Mr. Bradley.
Everything okay? Everything's great.
Stand in the corner, please.
How do you do it, Reagan?
Do what, be such a snazzy dresser?
Jump in front of bullets.
Save the lives of people you've barely met.
It's my job, okay?
I'm still trying to figure out how you do it,
ending up on somebody's hit list.
That's just it.
They didn't get me because of you.
All right, look, if you're thinking
about hugging me, don't, please.
Still got two days before you're safe and out of the woods.
And even then, don't hug me.
(elevator bell dings)
Okay. All right.
(Danny clears throat)
(siren wailing)
(cell phone ringing)
Hi, Danny. What's up?
DANNY: Hey, honey.
Look, I wanted to apologize.
I was out of line earlier, okay?
I'm fine, Danny.
Really, I'm fine.
Okay.
Well, I was also thinking
maybe I could pick up a few extra tours when I can.
You know, nights, weekends.
What, and never see the kids?
Only until I can get you in a car, honey.
Don't the, uh, Trevinos down the street
got a, uh, old station wagon in the garage?
Maybe we could steal it from them for a few days.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
I'm going to call them in the morning.
All three.
All right.
(alarm beeping)
Alarm just went off.
Danny, you expecting someone?
Not anybody friendly. I got to go.
(elevator bell dings)
Hey! (gasping)
Who the hell are you? Vance!
I said, "Who the hell are you?" Vance!
Wait, wait, wait. Reagan.
Vance! Reagan, I know her.
Baby, are you all right?
Her name is Lizzy Hughes.
She's my wife.
Yeah, I thought you said she was out of town.
She was supposed to be in Berlin.
Baby, why are you home?
I got lonely.
Today, I just... I thought I'd...
fly back early and surprise you.
What-what happened to you?
Uh, it's... it's a long story.
Come on. I'll tell you.
Another day, another dollar, huh, Rhonda?
Uh, hi, but it's Holly.
It's Rhonda... Lynne Watson.
Formerly at Rikers Island.
Two counts possession and sale of marijuana.
Why don't you show us what you really got
inside that little jewelry box?
Still up to your old tricks.
Please, let me explain.
Explain what?
You batted your eyes,
you played the cute little hippy chick.
Yeah, told us that sob story
about your imaginary son so we could clear out
the neighborhood competition for you.
Okay, I did that-- I was wrong--
but I really do have a son named Justin.
Right, and he rides a magic unicorn across the sky.
Come on, hands behind your back. You're under arrest. No, no, no.
I'm sorry.
You realize that you two fight more than me and Mom.
That's because your mother's not thickheaded like her father.
Have you met my mother?
Okay, maybe she is.
A little. Or a lot.
FRANK: It's not just that he's thick.
It's that he won't listen to reason.
I hear that's hereditary.
Well, just don't forget whose rib you came from. Mom's.
HENRY: He's been like this since he's a boy.
When he was four years old,
he named himself superintendent of the sandbox.
I think what you should do right now
is just talk to him.
Share your feelings with him.
He knows my feelings.
I don't know why I just don't
take the keys and pull the plates
off the car myself. You can't do that.
Why not?
Because it's my car and it's my life.
That's exactly what I say to my mom.
Does she listen?
Never.
But sometimes it does feel good
to get things off your chest.
Sorry, but I like to keep things
on my chest where they belong.
Pass the salt, please.
ERIN: Be the bigger person.
Go talk to him.
I already did-- twice.
He won't listen to me.
Well, someone needs to talk to him.
Yes, they do.
No. No, I'm...
Sweetie, he listens to you.
About what tie to wear with what suit
or what to get the kids for Christmas.
Not about this.
He's your only grandfather.
Guilt?
That's what this has come to?
I'll think about it.
(laughter)
Hey.
Thought I told you to stay inside.
You're exposed out here.
I was going stir-crazy in there.
Don't you think you had enough of that already?
That's your fourth glass since lunch.
Just...
VANCE: All right.
I'll be inside.
You should work for me, Reagan.
Thought I was.
Permanently.
Security consultant.
You shoot photos, Vance.
And I get paid a hell of a lot for it.
What I got in my wallet could run a third-world country.
Plus, now I fund charities.
Philanthropic projects all around the world.
Come on.
Look, I'm not the smartest guy in the world,
but I'm smart enough to see that you have skills
and a strength that I don't.
I mean, you're a pain in the ass...
...but I think we could have fun.
Thanks, but I got a job already.
Whatever the NYPD pays you, I'll triple it.
That's not what I'm talking about.
I'll quadruple it.
Health and pension, too.
I got a family, Vance.
And I've got an Embraer Phenom.
Flies 500 miles an hour.
Wherever we go, I'll get you back
to your family in no time.
Nicky, tell your grandpa to pass the salt.
Grandpa, can you pass the salt, please?
Played your heart out at that game this morning, Jack.
Yeah, and that's just as important as winning.
Yeah, it was a tough loss, kiddo.
No such thing as an easy loss, right, Dad?
Yeah, you got that right, kid.
But this loss is on me.
I haven't practiced with you in days. Sorry.
Actually, I think it's my fault, Jack.
I asked your dad to help me out this week.
I told her our situation.
You're pregnant?
What?
Grandpa!
We're having a baby? Yes!
No. No.
In my day, that's what we called a situation.
Nobody's having a baby.
Doing a little moonlighting on the side.
What's moonlighting?
It's when you do a little
extra work on the side for money.
We need extra money?
Hey.
I hear somebody's birthday is coming up.
Yes. Oh, yeah, Jack.
Oh, yeah. NICKY: Right.
Everything's going to be fine, okay?
It's all under control, everybody.
You've got something on your mind.
Yeah, I do have something on my mind.
This guy, Vance, who Erin got me this gig with,
he offered me a job.
What? Get out.
I don't like the sound of this.
Pop... Pop what?
What kind of job?
The kind of job that pays me
four times more than what I earn now.
Wow.
Nice, Uncle Danny.
Yeah, it is nice.
Very nice.
Wait a second.
Yeah, are you actually thinking about this?
We're just... we're considering it.
I mean, right, I'd be an idiot not to, right?
So be an idiot-- a happy idiot.
What are you talking about here, Danny?
I'm just saying, maybe it's the right thing to do.
I mean, it'll take care of all of our money problems.
Right, honey?
Frank?
It's your decision, son.
Damn straight.
(sighs)
That was fun. Mmm.
So, now that your whole family's weighed in
on this job offer, where are you at?
Isn't it obvious?
(cell phone ringing)
What is it, Vance?
Something's wrong with the cop who's filling in for you.
What do you mean, wrong? Wrong how?
Well, he's... he's passed out.
Like he's drugged.
Did he eat or drink anything?
Well, I don't know.
Lizzy gave him some orange juice, but...
Where's Lizzy now?
She's at dinner with an art dealer.
She left about ten minutes ago.
All right, Vance, listen to me.
You're going to take Jenkins' gun,
and you're going to hold on to it.
There's a round in the chamber,
but do not put your finger on the trigger,
but if anybody comes through that door besides me,
you shoot, you understand?
Reagan, what's going on?
I'm on my way.
Everything okay? No.
Far from it.
Hey. Anybody go up to Vance's apartment tonight?
Repairman just went up. Mr. Bradley's wife called
and said the dishwasher's broken.
All right, a bunch of cops
are about to come through that door.
When they do, you send them right up.
(bell dings)
(gunshot)
Why don't you lower that gun, Vance, okay?
Put the gun down.
It worked.
Just like you said.
Yeah, it did.
I never killed anybody.
It's all right.
You did good.
He walked right in.
He knew the code.
Yeah.
Now I got to go find the woman who gave it to him.
(sighs)
(clears throat)
I still can't believe it.
Well, believe it.
She spilled everything--
how she hired the hit man, how she panicked and flew back
when the car didn't kill you.
But she's my wife.
Yeah, well,
you started giving all your millions away like Santa Claus.
I don't think she liked it too much.
Don't take it personal, but it's not the first time
I saw somebody lose their mind over money.
Why don't you have a seat.
I got to take your statement.
(sighs)
Look, Vance,
you're not the bad guy here, okay?
Your testimony got a grand jury indictment on Greenfield,
and I got two collars today, thanks to you.
You're making me look like a rock star.
I just don't know how I could be so blind.
That's what they say love is.
All the more reason I want you watching my back.
Reagan,
work for me.
As a matter of fact, I'm doing Saint Bart's tomorrow.
I'll fire up the jet, you pack your bags,
we'll be on our way.
Saint Bart's, huh?
I really, really appreciate the offer, Vance,
but there's a hundred cops who can do that job.
I belong here doing this one.
Come on.
I taught you how to shoot, anyway;
that's half the job right there.
Hi, Grandpa.
Hi, beautiful.
Where's Dad?
Where's who?
Can you come with me, please?
Dad?
Sweetheart.
I'll let you two catch up.
No. We need to talk.
I have nothing to say.
Wait.
Before you say anything, hear me out.
Grandpa... ever since you put a ring
on Grandma's finger, you have watched over this family
with unconditional love
and unwavering devotion.
You gave each and every one of us the freedom
to find our own way in the world
and the room for us to make our own mistakes,
and you were there to catch us before we fell too hard.
We are who we are today because of you.
We learned from the best.
And you taught us that loving someone sometimes means
asking them to do what they think is impossible.
Pop...
you're my Mickey Mantle.
So the last thing in the world I want to do
is say you've lost a step.
But I love you,
and I want to have you around for a long time.
So, I'm asking...
would you please give me your keys?
(sighs)
I can't do that.
Because I already gave them to Linda.
To Linda?
And Danny.
The keys, the pink slip,
the whole shebang.
Because their car blew up.
That's exactly right.
Well, no, that's not entirely true.
(sighs)
The truth is...
Francis, there was never a police report filed.
Jimmy Conway
is in the 86.
He whipped that up for me.
And I banged the bumper again as I backed out of the garage.
Is there any particular reason
why you couldn't have told us that when you came in?
Didn't you hear her? She told me not to say a word.
Yeah, but you didn't mind seeing us sweat a little.
Damn straight.
Deserve more than a little sweat. Okay, just shut up!
Both of you.
Grandpa, give me a hug.
Dad.
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