Why can't Mommy take me to school?
Mommy had to leave for work early, Ethan.
She had a meeting.
She always has meetings.
( laughs ): That's not true.
I miss Mommy.
I know, sweetie, but you'll see her later.
( car alarm beeps )
Is she going to be home
to read me a story?
She's going to do her best.
I am not happy.
Just think of all the fun you'll have
with your friends at school.
( chuckles )
( gasps )
( screams )
( tires screeching )
( siren beeps )
MARTIN: Get anything out of the nanny?
Just that the guy's tall, about six-two.
So what happened?
Well, apparently the guy popped up out of nowhere,
slammed the nanny's head against the car
and took off with the kid.
A carjacking gone wrong?
Nah. He knew that kid was in the car.
Yeah. Rover's worth close to 100 grand.
Sounds like these people have some cash.
Sure looks like it, doesn't it?
Dad's an R&D guy for Genacore Pharmaceuticals.
Mom's a lobbyist.
( phone rings )
Taylor.
( sighs ): Uh, all right.
So much for the carjacking.
All right, thanks.
Find the Rover?
Yeah, but the kid's not in it.
( tires screeching )
Okay, keep me posted.
ERT says that the Rover's clean--
no blood, no prints.
They must've transferred the kid to another car.
Any witnesses? Not yet, but we're going door to door.
We've set up checkpoints
and we went wide with the boy's picture.
What's the ETA on the parents?
I think the mom just got here.
Are you okay?
They took Ethan. I'm so sorry.
Mrs. Heller?
Special Agent Jack Malone from the FBI.
Where's my husband?
We've contacted him.
He's on his way.
Um... is there, uh,
somewhere more private we could speak?
Yeah.
Who would do this? Who would take Ethan?
Somebody that knew your son's routine--
what time he went to school, what time he came home...
God.
Have you noticed anyone watching the house?
No.
Have you noticed any unusual cars parked outside?
Not that I remember.
Wha... Why would they do this? For money?
It's possible.
If it is a ransom, we're ready.
Mrs. Heller, uh...
I need to ask you, um...
...what kind of funds do you have available?
Maybe $500,000.
Okay. Who else would know about this?
I'm not sure.
Well, I need you
to think about it and think about it carefully,
because it could be relevant.
Now, do you or your husband have any enemies?
Jim doesn't.
I'm a lobbyist for the oil industry,
so you can imagine.
Okay, so, have you received any threats lately?
Uh... I get hate mail every day,
mostly from EcoBrigade.
And they are an environmental group?
A pretty radical one.
Uh, anything beyond the letters?
They picket the office.
Two weeks ago, they... got past security
and spray painted my car.
So they know what you drive.
They could've gotten your address
from the license plate.
Do you know the names of any of these people?
I know the one who harassed me the most:
Neil Brown.
MARTIN: Come on, guys. What are you doing?
These suction-cup mikes-- they fall off all the time.
Get this thing hardwired.
( sighs )
Yeah.
Okay, well, you got my number.
If you hear from him, please have him call me.
It's urgent.
What if it's my fault they took Ethan?
What if it's all because of my job?
DANNY: Excuse me, Jack.
Uh...
I, uh, can't seem to get
Mr. Heller on the phone,
and he should've been here by now.
You try his office?
Yeah. They said he'd left over an hour ago.
Okay, keep trying.
Okay.
What? Was that about Ethan?
We're just trying to figure out
where your husband is.
Have you talked to him since this happened?
I couldn't get through.
He didn't call when he heard the news?
I'm sure he tried.
My cell phone died on the way here.
Are the two of you having any problems?
What does that matter?
Everything matters.
Things have been difficult.
He's been staying at a hotel.
Since when?
Last week.
We've been fighting a lot lately.
It just got to be too much.
( laughing )
What is this? Hey.
It's the play set we ordered.
That's not what I thought it would be; it's too big.
Come on down right now.
But Mommy said I could play.
And I'm saying that you can't.
Now get down before you break your neck.
I told him it was okay.
It's not okay!
Why don't you just let him run off into the traffic
and get it over with?! Jim!
Thank you.
Ethan, go inside
for a minute, okay?
( sniffles ) Thank you.
What is wrong with you?
It's nothing.
That's not good enough.
You've been like this for weeks, Jim.
You're uptight all the time.
You blow up over nothing.
Ethan is a nervous wreck around you.
Did you know he started wetting his bed again?
No.
Stephanie, I'm sorry...
I'm sick of the apologies.
What I want is an explanation.
I don't want to talk about it.
Then you can't be here, Jim...
not until you figure this out.
I will not put Ethan through it anymore.
I really just wanted to shake him up...
get through to him.
He packed a bag and went to the Carson Hotel.
You have no idea why he's been behaving this way?
I wish I knew.
He's a wonderful man.
Did you two talk about custody?
We're having some problems; we're not getting divorced.
But you wouldn't allow him to be around your son.
Yes, but...
Has he seen him since? No.
Well, because you wouldn't allow it.
Jim had absolutely nothing to do with this.
So, you're sure Mr. Heller told you he was headed home?
Of course. I mean, his kid just got grabbed.
Do you think something's happened to him?
We don't know.
SAMANTHA: Do you remember what time he left?
Mm... ten minutes to 10:00.
Okay, so, we called him at 9:30.
He left at 9:50.
Where was he for 20 minutes?
He was in here with the door closed.
When he didn't come out, I-I started to get worried.
Mr. Heller, what are you still doing here?
I'm just... just finishing up a few things.
Can't it wait?
You're right.
I don't know what I'm thinking.
Do you need help?
Is-is there something I can do for you?
No. I need to go... home.
If anyone calls, tell them I'm on my way.
We're all thinking of you.
We'll be praying for Ethan.
Yeah.
Thanks.
I just figured he froze,
he got overwhelmed.
Did Jim have any friends around here--
you know, someone he can confide in?
He's pretty tight with Al Carter.
He's a research analyst. Viv.
Check this out.
He got an email
at 8:46 this morning entitled "your son."
That's what, 15 minutes
after the kid was grabbed?
Now, there's no message,
but he did download an attachment.
Please, Daddy, do what he says.
So, the video's only 11 seconds long.
It was uploaded onto a wireless hub at a coffee shop in Queens.
Kid looks to be in the backseat of a car.
Can't ID the user?
No, no, but I was able to dig out a voice.
Here, listen.
MAN: Tell him what I told you.
ETHAN: Please, Daddy, do what he says.
That's a Midwest accent, maybe 30, 40 years old.
What's it picking up here?
Uh, most likely vibrations from his hand, shooting the video.
Now, you see the second vibration source?
The most likely frequency match on that is an engine.
The car's moving. Yeah, yeah.
I'm thinking this was shot
minutes after the abduction.
Well, it can't be the driver who's shooting it,
so that means we have more than one kidnapper.
Right, right.
( sighs )
Any chance of IDing the car from the upholstery?
Um, well, there's not a lot of detail there.
You know, the-the, uh, right answer is "Yes, sir."
Yes, sir.
Right.
MAN: Tell him what I told you.
ETHAN: Please, Daddy, do what he says.
You recognize the voice?
I need to hear it again.
MAN: Tell him what I told you.
ETHAN: Please, Daddy, do what he says.
I don't think so. I can't tell.
It's okay.
We really appreciate you trying.
( sniffling ): What does this mean?
What are they going to do to Ethan?
Well, Mrs. Heller, we're doing
everything we can to get your son back.
What about Jim?
We're trying to find him, too.
Hey, Jack, one second.
We tracked down Neil Brown,
the angry environmentalist.
No violent priors, plus he has an alibi.
How solid?
Well, he's been in Oregon for the past three days
living on top of a giant redwood.
That's pretty solid.
Mm-hmm.
How we doing on tracking Heller's phone records?
He got a one-minute call from a prepaid cell
just before he opened the proof-of-life video.
It's got to be the kidnappers.
Well, it fits-- that's why Ethan
told his dad, "Do what he says."
I'm assuming he's referring to the call.
That schmuck is trying to handle this on his own.
We looked into his accounts,
and he's not trying to take money out for ransom.
Well, they kidnapped his son, so they want something.
Mm-hmm. Keep digging
into Heller's past; let's find out what it is.
No problem.
Thank you for sitting down with us, Mr. Carter.
I just hope I can help.
Now, was Mr. Heller
having any problems here at work?
No... um, not that I'm aware of.
He heads up the whole research division.
That's-that's certainly not an easy job.
Uh, you two were pretty good friends, right?
Well, I'd say we're more... colleagues these days.
Why is that?
The truth is, uh, Jim's been acting a little...
odd the past month... withdrawn.
Did he ever say why?
AL: No.
And then four days ago,
something really strange happened.
( car alarm beeps )
( man shouting and grunting )
Jim!
Hey!
Holy crap. Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
You sure? I'm fine, I'm fine.
Who the hell was that?
Oh... Well, what did he want?
My wallet. I-I don't have it with me.
Hold on, I'm going to call the police.
No, no, no. What are they going to do, right?
Jim, you should at least report this.
I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine, really.
Just forget it.
All right.
( engine starts )
He came to work the next day as if nothing even happened.
Did you get a good look at this guy?
Uh, not really.
The hood
he was wearing blocked his face.
I don't know why I listened to Jim.
I mean, I should've reported it.
STEPHANIE: Jim was attacked?
Unfortunately, yeah.
He never told you about it?
No.
Well, we think it could be connected to the kidnapping.
How?
That's what we need you to tell us.
Look, did Jim have any financial problems?
No. Uh, shaky investments, lawsuits?
Does Jim have a gambling problem?
No, absolutely not. Well, look at everything
that's happened-- he's clearly into something.
Not that I know about.
You are married, right?
Yes, but I can't imagine what it is.
Well, try imagining a little harder.
Excuse me for a second.
( water running ) ( spits )
What the hell was that?
I'm sorry, man. I just feel like crap.
I don't know if it's the flu or something I ate.
No, you know, maybe you should take a sick day.
( scoffs ): Look, I'm not taking a sick day.
We're right in the middle of a case.
I'll be fine.
( water continues running )
( door shuts )
( sighs )
How we doing on Heller?
Well, in the last two months,
he used his credits cards at gas stations
and restaurants all over upstate,
Connecticut, Jersey.
You see? Hotels?
A few times.
And listen, the wife doesn't know anything about the trips.
So what else is new?
Um... do you see any patterns?
ELENA: Well, they're all within a few hours' drive.
There's little towns, big towns.
He doesn't go to the same place twice.
Romantic getaways?
Well, it could be the guy that knocked him around
was a jealous husband.
Albany, New Paltz.
Seems like he's driving a lot of miles to get laid.
( phone rings )
Malone.
Okay, great. We'll be right there.
NYPD just found Heller's car...
with him in it.
( car doors shutting )
FBI. Where is he?
In the Beamer.
He said not to approach him, so we just stayed put.
What's he been doing?
Just sitting there.
I'll go talk to him.
Do you want to stay here?
ELENA: Sure.
Mr. Heller?
It's the FBI.
( knocking )
Open up. I want to talk to you.
( sighs )
Mr. Heller,
I'm Jack Malone from the FBI.
I'm here to get your son back.
Look, I know that they called you.
I know that you saw the video with Ethan,
and I understand that you are scared to death.
You don't understand anything.
I know what they told you:
"Don't call the cops, and we won't hurt him."
You want to believe
that if you do just as they say,
this will just all go away--
it'll disappear, be like it never happened.
But let me tell you something, Mr. Heller:
That's just wishful thinking.
I don't have a choice.
Yes, you do.
You have a choice; you're just refusing to take it.
Now, they called you.
So what do they want?
It's not the ransom,
because you haven't even tried to pay it.
So what do they want you to do?
I have nothing else to say.
I want you to listen to me very carefully,
because what I'm about to tell you
is what's going to happen next.
I am going to walk out of this car
because you refuse to cooperate,
and then next time we meet,
it'll be in a morgue to identify the body
of your dead five-year-old son.
You get the hell out.
Okay.
Fine.
( grunting )
What are you doing?!
You can't arrest me!
No, but I can detain you.
I'm not going to let your son die
because you're an idiot.
Hey, Viv, check this out.
Three weeks back,
Heller pulled $50,000 out of his brokerage account.
Any idea where it went?
Yeah. He transferred it
to a dummy account, then wired it to an M. Villante.
Okay, so maybe this M. Villante didn't think it was enough.
So what, he takes the kid to get more?
Have we got an address?
( baby crying )
FBI!
We're looking for M. Villante.
That's me-- Maria Villante.
( baby crying )
I was about to sell the house, pay for my son's medical bills.
It was like a miracle when that money showed up.
You have no idea
who gave you the $50,000?
The bank manager said the account it came from had been closed.
I just figured it was sent to me by mistake.
You know, I keep expecting somebody will ask for it back.
Well, this is the man that gave it to you.
Do you know who he is?
Yeah. Yeah, he's from Genacore.
It's Mr. Heller.
You work for Genacore?
No. No, my son Tommy--
uh, he was in a clinical trial for Exilair.
It's their new asthma drug.
Right. You have any idea why Mr. Heller
would be sending you money?
No. It doesn't make any sense at all.
Is your son still involved in the trials?
Tommy passed away in January.
I'm sorry.
It's hard for me to say it out loud.
Um, just so we're clear here, you never met Mr. Heller
before bringing your son into Genacore,
is that right?
Tommy was in the trial for three years,
but I didn't meet Mr. Heller then.
It wasn't until a few weeks after Tommy died.
He came to the house one night.
He was tired a lot of the time.
You know, lethargic.
So, is this normal-- this kind of follow-up?
We're just collecting information
that might be useful one day.
For other kids.
Well, that's good.
That's important.
I think so.
Okay.
Before the pneumocystis was diagnosed,
what exactly were Tommy's symptoms?
Well, he had these sores in his mouth.
Oral ulcers?
Yeah.
That's right.
I'm sorry, I just, um...
I can't think of anything else.
You know, ever since he died, my memory's not so great.
Well, you've been extremely helpful.
I can hardly remember his voice anymore.
How can that be?
I... really should leave you to get back to your children.
That's okay, you don't have to rush off, it's okay.
I have a long drive.
Thank you so much for your time.
Him coming by meant a lot.
You know, showed me that someone cared.
Have you heard from him since?
Uh-uh.
No, but you're saying that he's the one
who gave me the money?
So why would he do that?
Heller's afraid that Exilair is what killed that boy.
Well, I bet she's not the only he spoke to.
Maybe one of the other parents wanted payback.
Do you know who did this, Jim?
Do you know who took Ethan?
No.
But you know what they want.
Why are you protecting them?
Just talk to me.
Talk to the agents.
We need to get him back.
That's what I'm trying to do.
Still not talking?
Not even to his wife.
Something's got him really scared.
You know, maybe it's Genacore.
The place where we picked him up
is two blocks from the corporate offices,
and it turns out he was there this morning.
Have a seat.
We're all in shock over Jim's son being abducted.
If there's anything at all we can do.
You can start by telling me
how much of the company's revenue is generated
by the sales of Exilair.
I can't believe that you need a lawyer
to help you answer that question.
Well, I was told we were here
to discuss Jim Heller's situation.
What is that, 85%, is that about right?
It's the first product out of our pipeline
to win FDA approval.
We've been very fortunate.
I would say so;
You now have five pharmaceutical companies courting you.
Genacore is the hot new girl
that everybody's chasing,
but without Exilair... she can't give it away.
Very colorful.
What's your point, Agent Malone?
If there were something wrong with the drug,
it would derail a lot of plans, correct?
There is no problem with Exilair.
It's been on the market for almost a year,
we've helped thousands of patients.
Is that something that you discussed with Mr. Heller
in your office this morning?
You don't have to respond, Michael.
We know that you had security remove him after an argument.
What was the argument about?
You don't have to answer that, either.
Don't you find it interesting, Mr. Fletcher,
that after his son is kidnapped,
the first person that Heller speaks to is you.
Why is that?
It's okay.
I've got nothing to hide.
I saw Jim.
He just showed up at headquarters,
he was acting totally irrational.
Mike?
Mike, wait!
Jim. What are you doing here?
I know I shouldn't have gone behind your back
with the investigation.
What are you talking about, what investigation?
It'll never happen again.
I just want my son back.
Please.
Your son?
You're not making any sense.
Why would I have your son?
No, no, Jim, Jim.
You need to pull yourself together.
I know... Just pull yourself together.
I know that you know where Ethan is!
Hey!
Get him off of me! Get him off of me!
You let them!
My boy!
Why are you doing this to me?!
He's my little boy!
Get off me!
I didn't hear the news about Jim's son
till later on in the morning.
Obviously, I feel terrible about it.
Heller thought that looking into Exilair
was the reason his son was abducted.
That's absolutely absurd.
Is it?
You're sitting here
with your lawyer-- obviously you knew
he had concerns about the drug.
I knew nothing about the investigation.
Yes, he showed me some raw data.
About what, lung infections?
Pneumocystis, yes.
And did you report it to the FDA?
Of course.
And they agreed with
a dozen Genacore researchers
who reviewed the data:
it was inconclusive.
We followed regulations to the letter.
Tell that to the kids who died, Mr. Fletcher.
Look...
Who stands to lose the most
if something bad comes out about Exilair?
The children benefiting from it.
Do you have stock?
We all do.
Everyone who started with us
received a generous equity package.
Mm-hmm.
Share prices go down, people lose a lot of money.
Nobody's made a dime from the sale of that stock yet.
It hasn't vested.
When does it come due?
When does it vest, Mr. Fletcher? Answer the question.
In two days.
So Mack enhanced the video,
and the backseat Ethan was in is from six possible cars.
What are those?
Our agents found medical files
stashed all over Jim's hotel room.
More kids who died from Exilair.
Yeah, I been talking to the families.
Did Jim visit them?
Yeah.
After he left, another man showed up
and asked one of the families a ton of questions.
Don't suppose they got a name, huh?
No. But they're giving us a sketch.
Anybody see the car he was driving? Yeah.
Hang on.
Okay, blue Oldsmobile, late '80s.
Okay, 1987 Oldsmobile Cutlass.
It's on Mack's list.
Let's put out an alert.
SAMANTHA: Do you know who this is?
I don't know.
But you've seen him before, right?
And he saw you interviewing those families.
We also think he's the guy who roughed you up
in the parking lot.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Look, you had problems with Exilair.
Somebody in the company
thought you were going to go public,
and they didn't want you trashing the stock
before it had time to vest.
So they grabbed your kid
and told you to sit tight and shut up for 48 hours.
MALONE: Look, we know everything.
So, whatever deal you made with them means absolutely nothing.
Where does that leave my son?
In a much better place now that we're in the loop.
How the hell do you know?
Look at this man.
He is a hired gun.
Make no mistake, he will fulfill his contract,
kill your son,
and collect the money.
So why don't you tell us what the kidnappers told you.
Just like you said.
I was supposed to keep quiet and they'd let Ethan go.
When did you first realize this drug wasn't safe?
About a year before the approval.
But the trial said that 99% of the kids on Exilair
were actually helped by it,
so I convinced myself the risks were worth it.
And what changed your mind?
Couple of months back,
Stephanie and I took Ethan to the doctor.
He's had the fever and swelling how long?
Five, maybe six days.
My hands are itchy.
Then we'll just have to un-itch them.
Kristen, can you take Ethan to the play room?
We'll be right there, Sweetie.
What's wrong with him?
He's going to be fine.
The textbook name for his condition
is "mucocutaneous lymph node syndrome,"
also known as Kawasaki's disease.
What is that, is it serious?
I won't lie to you. It certainly can be.
Oh, my God.
But...
with a course of intravenous gamma globulin,
within a few weeks he'll be a good as new.
You're lucky. Before gamma globulin,
there wasn't a lot we could do.
I, uh... I lost a little girl to it
not long after I started practicing.
How safe is the treatment?
Oh, it's been around for 20 years.
You have nothing to worry about.
Twenty years.
I knew Exilair didn't have that kind of track record,
and it never would--
yet people were depending on it.
They're trusting us
with the lives of their children.
I couldn't look away anymore.
Why didn't you tell your wife?
What was I going to say,
that the drug I'd spent years working on
was actually secretly killing kids?
I know what happens to whistle-blowers.
I wanted to protect my family,
do it confidentially.
I was gathering information to send to the New York Times
when they took Ethan.
Did you talk to anyone, other than Michael Fletcher,
about your concerns?
Nope.
That's why I became convinced that he had to be involved.
But now I don't know.
What am I supposed to do now?
Talk to your wife.
Jack?
Officer spotted a blue Cutlass
at a deli in the Bronx with a kid in the back,
and shots were fired.
This our guy? Yeah, it looks that way.
I'm going to have to agree with you on this one.
Excuse me. Give me a little space.
All right, let's clear out.
Watch. Thank you.
Yo. How you doing, man?
You okay to talk?
Yeah.
Well, you want to tell us what happened?
I spotted the Cutlass, so I went to check it out.
That's when I saw the kid.
Well, was the kid okay?
As far as I could tell.
Right after-- that's when it hit the fan.
Sir, reach out with your right hand,
lift the door handle and slowly step
out of the vehicle.
( engine starts )
( tires screeching )
All I could do was lie on my ... and get the plate.
Okay, now, there was only one other guy
in the car?
You're absolutely sure?
Yeah.
Can you describe him?
Reddish hair...
average-looking.
Average-looking.
I'm sorry. It just happened so fast.
It's all right. It's all right.
You take care, okay?
Thanks.
( phone rings ) Taylor.
You got something?
All right, thanks.
All right, so, the Cutlass is registered to a Scott Matthews.
You're looking at him.
ELENA: Scott Matthews.
No, I'm not looking for him.
I'm looking for information on him.
Well, do you know who any of his friends are?
Well, maybe he hung around
with other people in the building.
Okay, was that his first job after he left the Marines?
I'm going to need a list of employees
going back about 10 years.
No, no, not tomorrow-- right now.7
Listen, lady, I could be doing other things, too.
I need it now.
What part of "now" do you not understand?
VIVIAN: He was a security guard?
Uh-huh.
And the company he worked for was WeimerTech.
Can you tell me what year that was?
Got it. Thanks.
I just found out
who Scott Matthews used to work with at WeimerTech.
Yeah, I worked there.
What happened to that company, Mr. Carter?
You know, what happened to a lot of start-ups--
didn't work out.
JACK: Is that where you met Scott Matthews?
I don't think I remember anyone named, what, Scott Matthews?
You are going to spill your guts in here
one way or the other.
Now, do you want to cooperate with me or not?
No?
Okay. Fine.
( intercom blaring )
Yeah.
Clear the floor.
What?
Mr. Carter, you don't know, because you can't see
through that window, but right now,
every single agent out there is clearing the floor
so they can't see what's about to happen in here.
It's like, uh, "if a tree falls in the forest" kind of thing.
I should get a lawyer.
Go ahead.
Let's see if you can make it to the door.
Now, where's the boy?
I don't know.
You had him kidnapped.
You own 80,000 shares of Genacore,
and Jim Heller was about to flush it down the toilet.
Am I correct?
He was going to ruin everything.
Look...
Exilair-- it is a good drug.
It's just that...
some anomalies showed up in the data.
Is that your way of saying that kids were dying?
Very few compared to how many were being helped.
So I...
I reclassified them in the analysis for the FDA.
Look, dozens of people reviewed those numbers,
and no one noticed a problem.
Jim Heller did.
He was rechecking the data.
He have any idea what you were up to?
No one did.
No one wants to know.
So you think that makes it okay.
( sighs )
That's not what I'm saying here.
Yes, it is,
'cause 100 people turn their heads the other way,
and no one is to blame.
Now, who is Scott Matthews' partner?
I honestly don't know.
They were in the Bronx heading south.
Where are they going?
I was supposed to meet them
at the West Side docks at 50th Street at 8:30.
With the boy?
I was going to let him go, I swear.
I didn't want anybody to get hurt.
It's a little late for that, Mr. Carter.
MARTIN: I got Ethan.
I don't see the perp.
He's still here.
There's no way he left that kid without the cash.
You know, I don't care. We can't just leave him
standing out there like that.
Martin, listen to me.
We're going to stick to the book, all right?
Backup's on its way.
It'll be safer for the kid. You know what?
We don't have time to wait for backup.
What if he shoots him while he's standing out there, huh?
What if he shoots him?
Martin, Martin, we're waiting for backup, all right?
No, we're not going to wait. You just cover me.
Hey, Ethan.
Hey! Hey!
( panting )
Martin, get the kid.
Martin, get the kid!
Yeah, okay.
Come here.
It's okay. It's okay.
My name is Martin.
I'm a policeman. You're safe now.
( elevator chimes )
STEPHANIE: Ethan!
JIM: Ethan.
STEPHANIE: We love you!
I'm so sorry.
Thank God you're safe.
I'm going to go home now.
Good night.
Night.
( sighs )
Whoops. Oh, hey, Jack.
Hey, how you doing?
( mumbles )
I heard that things went to crap pretty fast out there.
Yeah, yeah, they did.
Listen, um...
don't worry about the paperwork tonight.
You can do it in the morning.
Okay, cool. All right, good night.
( clears throat )
Good night.
( clears throat )
( sighs )
( sniffles )
Hey, uh...
I need to talk to you for a second.
Yeah, well, I need to talk to you, too.
All right.
( sniffles )
You almost got that kid killed today.
I know.
I'm sorry; I made a bad call.
What is it?
What's what?
What is it? Is it... is it painkillers?
What are you talking about?
I already told you I wasn't feeling well.
I know what an addict looks like.
Yeah, but you got it all wrong.
Yeah, I must have it all wrong.
Martin, look at me.
You have a problem.
All right? You have to get yourself straight,
and you have to do it before you put
any of our people in danger.
No, I would never do that.
You're already doing it.
Excuse me.