MAN: You seem like you're somewhere else today, Gina.
I know.
I'm sorry.
What's on your mind?
Don... for the most part.
Tell me how you're feeling about Don right now.
I love him.
How's it feel to say that?
It feels good.
It feels like I've come a long way.
But...?
But I'm conflicted about what I can tell him...
about my past, about what's going on with me.
Afraid he'll reject you.
Yeah.
Seems like those trust issues
are flaring up again.
Old habits die hard, I guess.
Especially when you're about to make
a long-term commitment.
You know, relationships grow through communication,
and so you need to really open up to Don.
I know.
I'm going to.
It's amazing how you can work on all your issues
and yet somehow they reappear in some new form.
Issues are forever.
We don't get a free pass just because we're therapists.
How are things with your clients?
They're fine.
Do you mind if we end a little early today?
Sure.
You've done your time in the hot seat.
Now, you get your office back.
Thanks, Richard.
See you next time.
( sighing )
( clock ticking )
( elevator bell ringing )
( keyless entry chirps )
( garbled radio transmission )
Yo!
Hey, brother.
Hope I didn't break up a big night.
Every night's a big night.
All right, what do we got?
We got Gina Hill, shrink.
Left her office around 7:00.
This is as far as she got.
Who called it in? Building security.
DANNY: Looks like a robbery gone bad.
Yeah, I don't know.
Her ID's missing, but there's still
200 bucks in cash in her purse.
Looks like she went down swinging.
There's scuff marks from her shoes
when she was dragged away...
( muffled screams )
...probably to a truck or an SUV,
based on the rubber that was laid down.
( tires screeching )
Then they smashed through the guard arm at the exit.
Whoever did this wasn't taking no for an answer.
MAN: She was supposed
to be home around 7:00.
At 8:00, when she didn't call and I couldn't reach her,
I had the building security
check and see if her car was still there.
Well, it'd only been an hour.
How do you know she just wasn't running late?
Because she made a point of saying
that she'd be home.
That we needed to talk.
About what?
I assumed it was about the wedding.
Seating plan, maybe.
You're getting married.
Next month.
How long have you been together?
Almost a year.
Any problems in the relationship?
No.
Especially not lately.
Were there problems before?
I mean, at the beginning,
we were moving at different speeds.
Gina'd be the first to say that she
has a problem with commitment.
But about six months ago,
when we set a date for the wedding,
it was like a turning point, you know?
She opened up, we got closer.
I mean, since then, things have been great.
SAMANTHA: You work
at the public defender's office, right?
That's right.
Is there any bad blood
between you and any of your clients?
Sometimes.
When I don't get them acquitted, which is most of the time.
Are there any sex offenders in your caseload?
Now, look, I get the drill.
I know you have to ask these questions,
but I don't think this is about my clients.
If anything, it's about Gina's.
No, I... I just won't, okay?
I don't know how may different ways I need to say it.
Not anymore I won't.
Look, this is... this is my home.
You can't just call...
Look, I don't... I don't want to do this anymore.
I don't have anything else to say.
Don't call here again.
Gina, you okay?
Hey.
Yeah.
( phone ringing )
What's going on?
Oh, it's just one of my patients.
Well, how'd he get this number?
Well, I gave it to him
in case of an emergency,
but he's obviously abusing the privilege.
This guy dangerous?
No, he's just upset.
Well, do you want me to call Lieutenant Geiger?
He owes me a favor.
No. It's not a police situation.
It's just a professional issue.
I can handle it.
Okay. Then you'll get rid of him?
Of course.
The next day, she told me that she had terminated him.
I thought that was the end of it.
Did she tell you his name?
No, she didn't.
She's a real stickler about patient confidentiality.
Okay, have you seen anyone suspicious
hanging around the house?
The same car driving by over and over?
Anything like that?
DON: I don't think so.
Maybe I should have paid more attention.
Is there anyone else that she may have talked to
about this client of hers?
Her therapist, possibly.
He works in the same building.
His name's Richard Seidel.
Hey, Viv, the Peters office sent a list of Don's clients.
So far, no one's talking,
but the phone records indicate that he was right.
They got eight phone calls to the house that day,
all from the same number.
Whose number?
Oh, it's a pay phone in Soho.
What about friends and family?
I talked to three of her girlfriends,
and they didn't know anything,
so I'm assuming she's more of a listener than a talker.
Yeah, well, she's a shrink.
True.
How about the Explorer?
Uh... one that took her drove a blue '95.
The lab I.D.'d trim and paint from the scene.
So, if he's one of Gina's patients,
all we have to do is check who drives an Explorer.
Yeah. But we don't know who her patients are.
And, without probable cause,
no judge is going to let us look into her files.
He doesn't need to know.
Just kidding.
I'm headed over to the court,
see what I can do.
You see what you can find out.
How am I supposed to do that?
Be creative...
and keep it legal.
I know. It's more fun the other way. You know that.
I just had a session with Gina last night.
What did you two talk about?
You know I can't discuss that.
What about her emotional state?
Is that confidential, too?
She was preoccupied.
But nothing came up that would speak to her getting abducted.
She talk to you about her clients?
Sometimes that's all we talk about.
So, if she was having a problem with someone, she would tell you.
She usually does.
Has she mentioned anything to you
about cutting one of her patients loose?
She terminated with a client?
A client who was calling her at home-- harassing her.
Well, this puts what happened to her last week
in a different light.
Richard, good morning.
I was just about to leave you
a very passive-aggressive note on your door.
Oh, I missed our session!
First time in four years.
Got me searching for a hidden meaning.
Oh, Richard, I'm so sorry.
I totally forgot.
There's no such thing as forgetting.
Only avoidance.
Don't shrink a shrink.
Maybe we can make it up
later this week?
Sure. We could...
Hold it.
Did you lock up on Friday?
Yeah.
Does it look like anything's missing?
I... I don't know. I can't tell.
Must be those kids again.
We'd had a few half-assed break-ins over the past year--
kids after prescription pads, drugs.
I just assumed that they were responsible.
JACK: I don't think Gina did.
She never filed a police report.
Do you know if she had any
potentially violent clients?
Kidnappers?
Sex offenders?
Possibly. She takes on sliding-scale, pro bono cases.
That can be a crapshoot.
But you can't tell us who they are, can you?
I don't know who they are.
Look, Gina was thriving at work, in her personal life.
Overall, she was in a great place.
You two seem pretty close.
We're colleagues.
We have a professional relationship.
Nothing more.
After your session with Gina last night,
where did you go?
I had clients until 8:00.
Then I went to dinner with my wife.
You can check.
I will.
Yes. Yes, I'm still here.
No. No, no. Look.
There were three refills in that prescription.
Well, your records are wrong, man,
because I've only used two of them.
Okay, just call Dr. Carlisle.
I'm sure he'll fax over a new prescription.
He did.
Fine. Yeah. Fine. I'll call him myself.
Hey. Hey.
Um... Hey, I got to tell you,
I'm having a hell of a time I.D.'ng Gina Hill's clients.
Okay, well, most of her patients bill through insurance,
so we can't get those records either,
but I got her bank to turn over these canceled checks
to deposit them into her account.
That was smart.
ELENA: Now, five of these people,
they pay her every week, so I'm thinking
they have to be patients, right?
Yeah. Sounds good.
Well, this guy's interesting.
Malcolm Neelis.
Convicted sex offender.
Rape.
MARTIN: So, what kind of car you drive, Malcolm?
'78 Cutlass.
Clean title, from the dealer.
No SUVs in the family?
No.
You sure you didn't steal one last night?
Hell, no.
Did you call Gina Hill at her house?
You mean my shrink?
Yeah, that Gina Hill.
No, I only left messages on the office phone
for appointments and crap.
Why were you seeing her?
Court-ordered.
You know, to supposedly help me with my urges.
Mm. Must have been hard sitting in the same room with Gina.
Actually, I like 'em a little older.
More experience.
I got no love for Gina.
Oh, yeah? And why's that?
Let's just say
she's not the kind of shrink that can help me.
That got pretty clear two nights ago.
She's out screwing around
and she's going to make me better?
Yeah, after all, you've got standards.
She was a hypocrite.
You know, the more high and mighty people act,
the more they got something to hide.
Look, describe this guy.
Tall...
...long hair...
30-ish.
I didn't get that good a look at him.
You know why? Because it never happened.
Oh, it did happen.
She was there just like I said.
Was there a car parked outside, as well?
Yeah, a blue Explorer.
You sure it was a blue Explorer?
Yeah, no doubt.
JACK: Are you familiar with
the Cupid Motel?
Pass it on the way to work. Why?
Well, we believe that your fiancee was seen there
two nights ago with another man.
There's no way.
Gina was not having an affair.
I didn't say that she was, but now that
we're on the subject, it never occurred to you
that she might be?
No, it didn't.
Not even after those phone calls?
No.
Mr. McGraw, you're a public defender.
You're suspicious by nature, correct?
Of defendants and trial lawyers, not of my fiancee.
But if she was having an affair,
there's be red flags and you would notice them, right?
I don't know.
Mr. McGraw, was there anything odd going on
in your relationship recently?
There was a photograph.
It came about a week and a half ago.
Hey, baby.
What is this?
It was addressed to me.
Where'd it come from, Gina?
I sent it.
You sent it?
Want to explain that?
I found it in some old boxes. I thought you might like it.
Who took this picture?
I did. I took it.
Why?
So that when my boobs are hanging to the ground
we'll have proof that it wasn't always that way, hmm?
I thought it might turn you on.
A little heads-up would have been nice.
Yeah? How do you think I look?
Pretty damn good.
Yeah? What are you going to do about it?
I believed her.
You did?
Yeah, I did.
People lie to you all day long.
Why would you believe that story?
Are you a jealous man, Mr. McGraw?
I didn't think there was anything to be jealous of.
So it never occurred to you that whoever took that photo
might have been sleeping with your fiancee?
Okay, I'm going to leave now.
What's your sex life like at home?
You want me to draw you a picture?
Yes, I want a detailed portrait
of what your relationship was like.
I'd like to see my lawyer now.
Fine.
You still have the picture?
'Cause I'm going to need it.
Dr. Harris, thanks for coming.
You're welcome. So what do you think?
Fiancee certainly has motive,
but I don't think he's your problem.
Did you check her history for any patient complaints?
Not yet. Why?
She may have crossed the line with a patient.
Sexually?
She's frequenting motels and trolling for men.
That would suggest judgment issues.
A therapist with a sexual dysfunction.
We're not all perfect, Jack.
Yeah, I'm starting to figure that out.
All right, fingerprints were a bust,
but every picture tells a story,
and this was taken in Gina's bedroom.
If you compare the boudoir shot to her DMV photo
from last month,
I would say it was taken six months ago or longer.
Based on?
Tan lines.
MACK: Could have been last summer.
What's this blur from?
Motion from the shutter being pressed and released.
So someone else took this picture.
Yeah, and based on the sight lines, somebody tall.
Hey, I got a line on our Ford Explorer.
Great. Where?
Greenwich, Connecticut. 8:30 this morning,
Parking Enforcement wrote a ticket for an expired meter.
How do we know it's ours?
( phone rings ) Sorry. Johnson.
It came up stolen and the headlights were broken.
I'm going to go check it out.
Okay. Thanks.
Well, that'll have to do.
What?
Bad news is the judge won't let us in
to Gina's patients' files.
And the good news?
We can have her appointment book.
We were piecing together her schedule,
and we came across this three days ago.
She had a session here with a Drew S.,
and, um, she made this notation next to it.
Any idea what it means?
Well, everybody has their own system,
but "F/U" is probably "follow-up," and...
I'm guessing the "H" is for "home."
So she was going to call her client at home. Is that unusual?
No. No, I imagine
she didn't want to wait till the next session.
Maybe something came up.
Okay, that works for me.
Thanks, Lisa. Sure.
Hey, Martin.
Yeah?
How you doing?
What do you mean?
Well, you must be phased off your pain meds by now.
Yeah, yeah, I am.
Any feelings of nausea, nervousness?
Nope. No.
No after-effects from the shooting, physical, emotional?
What, people are talking or something?
No.
No, it's just a routine follow-up. F/U.
Right. No, actually, I'm, uh... I'm pretty much 100% now.
Good. Glad to hear it.
Thanks. Sure.
So, Drew S. is Drew Sharp.
She popped up on the phone records from Gina's office.
That's good. You need me to set up an interview?
Already done.
You know, this whole thing could have been avoided
if she wasn't meeting guys in sleazy motels.
Gina's the victim here, Martin.
She's also a professional.
Well, just because you can give advice
doesn't necessarily mean you can take it, right?
Yeah, but shouldn't she have more control over herself?
Okay, I'm sure that's something
she struggles with every day.
Well, Mr. Goodbar's not the solution.
( sighs )
So by that time I was a drug addict and I was suicidal.
I hated myself. I hated everyone in the world.
But Gina, Gina saved my life.
Before that I was just hanging out with...
Drew, please. One second.
So okay, you had a session with her
three days ago, right?
I see her twice a week.
She made a note to follow up with you afterwards. Did she?
Oh, she tried.
I didn't take her calls.
Why not?
Our last session, it got really weird.
But all the weirdness was coming from Gina for a change.
You know how I've been doing all this work
so I'd quit seeking out men who treat me like crap?
I seem to recall a few conversations like that, yes.
Well, I met this guy, and I don't know.
I took one look, I knew I should run in the other direction.
Well, tell me about him.
He was cute,
troubled; perfect.
And how did you handle that?
Look, I know I'm supposed to recognize my triggers.
But...?
But it's like I couldn't stop myself.
So we kind of hooked up last night.
And how did it make you feel?
It was... it was the most amazing,
mind-blowing sex ever. Ever!
I mean, I knew that I shouldn't do it.
Sitting there with him, drinking scotch
in the hotel bar,
but Vince, he just looked at me.
And it was... His name is Vince?
Yeah. And it was like I-I...
And what hotel was it?
At the Leighton.
You know, like, the fancy one;
like, tablecloths and candles and...
Is that where you first met him?
No, this is what's weird. I met him right outside
this building, after our last session.
You need to stay away from him, Drew.
What do you mean?
I know him and he's dangerous.
You know him? Is he a patient?
I want you to stay away from him.
Do you understand me?
I'd never seen Gina that way before.
You think you can help us with a sketch of this guy?
Yeah.
Yeah, it's Vince.
He was here partying a few nights back,
but first time I seen him since he got canned.
Oh, so he wasn't the model employee.
No. They caught him skimming the till
about a year and a half ago.
I was surprised he even stopped by.
Did you ever see him with this woman?
Yeah. Yeah, she was here
for some shrink conference.
Must have been about two years ago.
It's the first time
I seen Vince in action.
It's on the house.
Thanks.
You're a shrink, huh?
Don't hold it against me.
Want to ask me a few questions, try and figure me out?
Doesn't really work that way.
It does for me.
'Cause I got you pegged.
Mm...
I doubt that.
Pretty as you are...
you're marked.
I can see it.
Do cliches actually work for you?
67% of the time.
I've done the math.
Seriously, I'm a psychic with these ladies.
I can look deep in their hearts
and I know what they really need.
So try me.
For you.
What's your name?
Gina.
Uh, Gina...
love always comes with a dose of pain.
Right?
And the less you get,
the more you chase after it.
Until you wind up where you are right now.
Where's that?
Sitting here staring at me
hoping the next martini's going to give you
enough courage to say yes
when I ask you up to your room with me.
You won't be sorry.
Needless to say, she left with him when his shift was done.
Did you ever see them together again?
Yeah. Yeah,
they had a thing.
But then Vince got fired
and I haven't seen her since.
Vincent Allan Weaver.
Yep, he's in the system.
That's an impressive resume.
Uh-huh. Larceny, grand larceny,
auto theft, armed robbery. Wow.
Guy's really moving up in the world.
Last known address is Reno, Nevada.
So what I'm going to do is I'm going to give his picture
to hotels and motels because he needs to be staying somewhere.
Right. Martin, we just got a hit on that parking ticket.
Okay. Good work.
Good.
Yo, Mack.
Show him.
So this video was taken at a pawn shop in Greenwich
at 8:15 this morning.
The Explorer was parked a block away.
MARTIN: Well, there's Vince Weaver.
And that's Gina with him.
What's she doing?
She ain't buying jewelry.
You know, Gina has a clean record, Vince doesn't.
So maybe he forced her to buy the shotgun for him.
He was standing right there.
All she had to do
was start screaming or run, you don't think?
I don't know, but the last three times he was arrested
he had female accomplices.
Maybe he's like a pied piper,
getting women to run with his magic flute.
That's one way of looking at it.
Bureau prison's bringing one of the women in.
I'll ask her.
I haven't seen that face in a long time.
Wish I hadn't seen it at all.
You know, the police report says that you and Vince stole a car
and led the cops on a high-speed chase.
How is it that he's out and you're not?
He had a bag of coke, asked me to hold it.
I got charged with intent to sell.
SAMANTHA: Let me ask you something.
How does a soccer mom from Poughkeepsie
end up taking a joyride with a guy like Vince?
As stupid as it sounds...
smell.
I went out to dinner with some girlfriends,
Vince was our waiter.
All night long he kept
leaning over my shoulder, making jokes.
Never, like, really touching me...
but I could smell him.
When I got home I couldn't even look at my husband.
So how long did the affair last?
Three weeks.
But with Vince everything kept escalating.
Escalated how?
Well, first we had sex at his place
and then at my house
and then in my backyard against a tree.
Each time it got more and more...
dangerous.
Anyway, with Vince, that's what it's all about.
It's not enough for him to possess a woman...
he has to destroy her.
Yes, I know who Vince Weaver is.
And that just slipped your mind the last time we talked?
You were asking me about her patients, not anyone else.
But you knew they were involved.
They're not involved.
They haven't been for a long time.
I didn't know Vince had anything to do with this.
What do you actually know about this guy?
He's a drifter.
He'd show up in town, they'd get together.
A charismatic guy, a bad boy persona.
It's not just a persona.
He has quite a rap sheet.
When was the last time she saw him?
Six months ago.
Gina, just tell me what happened.
I called Vince last night.
We got together.
Where?
Right here.
So this is where you work...
where people tell you their darkest secrets.
Yeah.
I missed you, Gina.
Let's just do this.
Right, you don't want to hear that from me.
That's not what I'm for. Huh?
No dinner parties and small talk...
just...
this, huh?
Oh, but when we get started
and I take you to that edge...
I own you.
And you'd do anything for me, huh?
Wouldn't you, baby?
Yeah.
I threw up after.
Gina, what do you think that means?
Thanks for the support.
You acted with purpose, Gina.
You sought him out. Why?
I guess that's just who I am.
I'm tired of trying to change it.
What happened two days ago?
Well, what does it matter?
You told me you had a big talk with Don.
What was it about?
It was about marriage.
And that's what this is about.
You've been with Don eight months, he loves you,
he wants to get closer and that's too scary.
So you acted out.
I need to tell Don.
Course, so you can sabotage the relationship
'cause you don't feel worthy of real love.
See this behavior for what it is, Gina.
Why do I keep doing this?
It's like I'm going backwards.
Because marrying Don would require you
to make a leap of faith.
I don't know what to do.
Do you love him?
Yeah.
Then just jump.
She went back to Don,
they got engaged shortly after that.
And as far as I know, she never saw Vince again.
Why would she get involved with somebody like that
in the first place?
An absent, withholding father.
But Gina did a lot of work on herself to break her patterns.
Obviously, not quite enough work.
This isn't what it looks like.
It can't be.
Have you ever seen him before?
Did Gina ever mention him?
No.
No, none of this makes sense.
Mr. McGraw, often when we look for someone
we find out things that even their loved ones don't know.
( softly ): No.
No, you're wrong about Gina.
She loves me.
I'm sure you're right.
Look, why don't you head on home
and I'll call you if there's any news.
( cell phone rings )
Fitzgerald.
Martin, a clerk at the Fairbrook Motel
just ID'd Vince as a guest.
Danny and Viv are checking it out now.
Okay. Thanks.
Put your hands where I can see them! ( screams )
Clear! Clear.
All right, what's your name?
Toni.
Where's Vince?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Then whose boots are those?
I don't know?
Hey, I'm going to freeze my ass off.
Well, you should've worn your thermal panties.
Where's Gina? I'm not talking to you, okay?
I'm going back inside where it's warm.
Sweet thing like you, your ass will be more than warm in jail.
What are you talking about?
We're talking about you doing life in prison
for kidnapping. I didn't kidnap anybody.
Then tell us what happened.
I haven't seen Gina
since she came to the motel two nights ago.
Well, well, well.
I knew you'd come around sooner or later.
Nice, Vince, this is nice.
Is she underage? Huh? No. This is Toni.
Hi.
That's nice.
I want you out of my life.
No, no, no, you don't.
I let it slide, Vince, the phone calls
and the picture and the break-in.
And then you go after my client?
My client?!
You know what's funny? She moans like you.
You are a pig.
And I want you to stop it now. Oh, no!
It could've stopped a long time ago,
but you're the one, you had to...
I will call the police. If you call the cops,
you want to know what happens?!
I'm going to tell Don you've been stepping out
on him. I don't care, Vince! I don't care!
Because I'm going to tell him. It's time I told him.
Oh. It's over.
It ain't.
It's over, Vince. No, you're going to be back.
Gina, you're going to be back
just like you always are, Gina!
Because you always come back!
The next day he went and grabbed her.
He said she'd like it.
( screaming )
( tires squealing )
What was she doing buying a gun?
They went to pull off a heist.
What heist?
What heist?!
Vince broke into her office
and got some names of some patients.
He Googled them.
One of them had big bucks.
DANNY: What was the patient's name?
Michael... Michael something.
And have you heard from Gina at all?
Okay, we'll be in touch.
Hey.
Where are we on Gina's clients?
She's got a couple of clients named Michael.
I've talked to them both.
They're fine.
Well, I think I've found a third one.
An ex-client.
Check it out.
Michael Ellis Sims.
It looks like he quit seeing her six months ago.
And what's his story?
Let's find out, shall we?
He's a big-time commodities trader.
( dialing phone )
Michael Sims?
FBI.
Oh... oh, I was just about to call the police.
You just saved yourself a quarter.
Why don't you just
back it off.
Sit in the chair.
Where's Gina?
I don't know. They left.
I thought he was going to kill me.
Just settle down, okay?
Back it up, start at the beginning.
There was a knock at the door...
( knocking )
Gina?
This is unexpected.
Mm-hmm, isn't that the truth. What are you doing?
Gina, what is this?
Give us your money now.
I don't have any cash.
You work on Wall Street, man, come on.
All my assets are frozen.
I'm going through a divorce. She took everything.
Even the furniture.
I swear, all I've got
is what's on me. It's like 40 bucks.
Forty bucks? Well, you know what,
I guess you win some and you lose some.
Vince? You like this...?
Vince!
See that? Look, you're flushed now.
Oh, you like it.
Hell of a rush, isn't it?
Don't you tell me Don does it for you.
Not like that.
Come on, let's... let's... let's got back to the motel.
No, you see... we've got to take care of something first.
You see him?
He's seen us.
This is all you, baby.
You can do this. No.
Yeah, you can, baby. No.
You're going to do it for us.
No, Vince, I can't.
Take the gun.
Take...
See? That's it.
You feel that?
There you go.
Hold it tight, 'cause it's got a big kick.
Point it right there. You go, baby.
Right there.
Gina, please.
( clicks )
Oh, yeah. Mm-hmm.
Hmm... hmm?
I knew you were too good to be...
SIMS: I ran.
I hid in a crawl space under the house.
I didn't come out until I was sure they were gone.
How long ago was this?
Maybe five minutes.
Okay, I want you just to sit tight, okay?
You calling the office? Yeah.
Tell them to get agents over to Gina's house
and all the places Vince has been.
Yes, sir.
( sighs )
I can't believe it!
You tried to kill me.
Me!
You know...
What do you think...
After all we've been through
because of this guy.
So what do you think is going to happen now?
Huh, Gina?
What do you think
is going to happen now?
Vince, just... just let him go.
Shut up! I'm sorry, baby.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, but...
Hey, Jack, he's here-- he's here at Gina's house.
Okay, we're going to send the cavalry in.
Don't do anything until they get there.
Things are coming apart in there. I got to go.
You betrayed me, Gina!
Just like all you women do!
Just stop, okay?
Just stop this, and... and... and you can walk away.
Oh, no, no. I'm going to walk away when I'm done here.
GINA: Listen, you can take some money.
VINCE: This isn't about money.
It never was.
GINA ( sobbing ): Okay, okay...
Please, just... Vince...
just leave him out of this, okay?
VINCE: You don't want me to hurt
this fine, upstanding man of yours?
'Cause I'm inclined to blow his head off.
Please, Vince, okay?
Baby, baby, baby...
I'll do anything-- just let him go.
I'll do anything you want.
Anything?
You're going to have to work really hard to change my mind.
I'm going to give you whatever you want.
Oh... Oh, see...
that's what I'm talking about.
Let's... let's let Don get a good view of this one.
FBI. Drop the gun.
( garbled radio transmission )
Good thing you got here when you did.
Yeah.
It easily could have gone the other way.
Um, excuse me.
( sighs )
Thank you.
( sighs )