All language subtitles for The.Fall.Guy.S02E19.DVDRiP.XViD-NODLABS

(FINGERS SNAPPING)

COLT: # Well, I'm hot the kind to kiss and tell
But I've been seen with Farrah

# I've never been with anything
less than a nine, so fine!

# I've been on fire with Sally Field
Gone fast with a girl named Bo

# But somehow they just don't end up as mine

# It's a death-defying life I lead
I take my chances

# I die for a livin' in the movies and TV

# But the hardest thing I ever do
is watch my leading ladies

# Kiss some other guy
while I'm bandaging my knee

# I might fall from a tall building
I might roll a brand-new car

# 'Cause I'm the unknown stuntman
that made Redford such a star

(FINGERS SNAPPING)

# I've never spent much time in school
But I taught ladies plenty

# It's true I hire my body out for pay

# Hey, hey

# I've gotten burned over Cheryl Tiegs
Blown up for Raquel Welch

# But when I wind up in the hay
It's only hay

# Hey, hey

# I might jump an open drawbridge
Or Tarzan from a vine

# 'Cause I'm the unknown stuntman
that makes Eastwood look so fine #

(CAR HORN BLARING)

(CAR TIRES SCREECHING)

Pull over, punk!
Pull over and dump that moonshine!

I don't wanna hurt a kid!

That's the end of the raids on us.

ABBOT: That should make Mr Clarke very happy.

Get down there and check that car.
Make sure Big juice Atkins is finished.

What's the rush?
We got no sheriff to worry about any more.

We still have the Feds.

They'll be sending up their
morning patrol chopper anytime.

So move it. We got a couple of
million bucks waiting to be made.

JODY: You're bluffing.
COLT: Bluffing?

Hey! All right, then call these
three big stacks right there, mama.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Le casino. Winner speaking.

Colt? It's Irene.

just a minute. Excuse me.

Irene. Irene Atkins? Is that you?

I'm really sorry to bother you again.

I know you did everything you could
when you heard about Big juice.

Well, he was my friend and you still are.

Now, come on, if you need something,
just tell me.

I'm just sorry I didn't get back for the funeral.

My son. He's been arrested.

I'm at the County Prosecutor's office now.

I don't have the money to bail him out.

It's on the way. How much do you need?

The bail is 50,000.

$50,000? You know, that's no revenuer arrest.
What did he do?

They say he tried to kill a man named Ed Clarke.

- Why?
- It's a local problem, Colt.

- Do you want me to come down there?
- No.

I don't want you to get involved in this mess.

I just need some help to get my son out.

I know it's asking a lot, but...

Look, I'll take care of it.
just give me some details.

You call Colt's bluff, Howie.
You're the only one left with $3.

Yeah, but I'm not going to lose it
to save your money. You see him.

Terri. Now, I need a $50,000 bail
for an 18-year-old kid in South Carolina.

- It's Irene Atkins' kid.
- little juice is in trouble?

- Yeah.
- Colt. A $50,000 bail?

That requires a 10% bond. Do you have $5,000?

Well...

That's an awful lot of money,
and I'm not licensed in South Carolina.

I'd have to arrange it through a bondsman
down there. He'd want security.

- What have you got that's worth $50,000?
- Well, this house.

You don't want to put up your home?

Oh, come on!
And the truck's half paid for, add that equity in.

This kid's name wouldn't happen to
be Colt junior, would it?

No. But if she'd married the right
man it might've been.

DIRECTOR:". Okay, everybody. Let's get set.
I want to do this in one take.

Bring the truck forward.
Colt, Howie, get in position.

Roll cameras. Get ready in the wagon, Howie.

- Now. Go.
- Got it.

Ana' action!

Okay, Colt, go for it.

Cut it. That's a print.

CAMERAMAN: I need another magazine
for the B-camera.

Good job, Jody. You too, kid.

Yeah, but you weren't supposed
to take the boat with you.

Well, salt air is good for the lungs.
Call it a bonus for the director.

Yeah. We're lucky if he doesn't
make us pay damages.

Hey. How you doing?

Hi. Well, I am fine.
I have a place to sleep. You're in trouble.

You want to give me the good news first?

Okay, then the bad.

The Atkins boy didn't show up for his
hearing this morning. He forfeited his bail.

The local bondsman's calling in his security,
and I've got to call in mine, Colt.

What could've happened to Little juice?

Oh, it's easy. He skipped. But what about you?
You don't have a home!

Or a truck. The house won't cover it all, Colt.

Well, come on, if the kid's anything like his
father, he wouldn't skip out on a friend.

Did you call Irene?

Yeah, well, I tried, but she doesn't have a phone.

The local bondsman said he's running wild.
He said something about moonshine.

- How long can you stall?
- Well, a week for sure. Two at the most.

- I'll do what I can. Why? What can I do...
- Well, I gotta get down there.

Good. The two of us can drive non-stop
and make it in a day and a half.

- Well, I was figuring on flying down alone.
- Flying or driving, Colt, I'm going along.

You don't have an exclusive
on Big juice's friendship.

- Well, what do I do?
- You can start packing up the house.

I'm going down there to help the kid,
not turn him in.

If I lose, you can start looking
for a two-bedroom tent.

HOWIE: Mathematically it makes more sense to
drive rather than fly to South Carolina.

You know, air schedules, waiting time, car rental.
This is a better way.

COLT". Kid, will you shut up?
Talk less and drive more, will you?

- Great weather you folks got here.
- Colt, am I glad to see you.

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
- That's all right, Irene.

- We're here to straighten this thing out.
- It's good to see you, too.

- We came to help.
- Help. I don't know how.

My husband is dead.
My son's a fugitive, and Ed Clarke is riding high.

- Who's Ed Clarke?
- He's the man my son tried to kill.

You mentioned the name before,
but you didn't say why.

Ed Clarke came up here from Florida
to take over the moonshine in the area.

And he pushed out all the small operators like us.

Now, moonshine's American history
in these parts.

I mean, illegal, but overlooked. We all know that.

Why would Clarke come down
on a bread-and-butter operation like this?

I don't know, Colt.
But he's here now, so are the Federal authorities.

He's taken over old Sims' mill,
using it as a warehouse.

He's got a whole bunch of city toughs with him,

and he uses every kid in town as a driver,
except for Little juice.

It still doesn't make sense.

There's just not enough money
to be made in moonshine.

Apparently, there's enough to
keep my son in hiding.

- Where is he?
- Colt. I can't tell you.

Look, I'm not going to hurt him.
I'm not even going to force him to come in.

- But I do gotta talk to him.
- He's in the woods.

But you're not gonna be able to find
him, unless he wants to be found.

In hiding?

Hiding, and raiding every delivery that
Ed Clarke makes,just like his dad did.

Is that what caused Big juice's accident?

Big juice was onto something.
County Prosecutor Sykes said that.

- Virgil Sykes?
- Don't I know him, Colt?

Yeah, he's that lawyer from Chicago.

At least, I've always known him
to be an honest man.

Well, he may be honest, but he's not from
these parts. He's a city man. A stranger.

But after 15 years?

We're gonna go pay him a little visit.

- Be careful.
- We'll be back.

It's a moonshine war.
The Federal authorities are here already.

- Colt, martial law would close up this town.
- What about the sheriff, his deputies?

What sheriff?
We haven't had a sheriff in four months.

He was found dead in his wrecked car.
Something like what happened to Big juice.

But what have you done about that?

I'm not a lawman or an investigator.

If someone is arrested and charged,
I will prosecute him to the best of my ability.

But if you got no sheriff,
no one's arrested, you do nothing.

Can't you appoint one temporarily
until you have another election?

Sure. Which side would you
like me to take him from?

The only volunteer I've had so far
has been one of Ed Clarke's henchmen.

None of the townspeople?

Well, nobody's stupid enough
to be a volunteer target.

Then you're just a spectator in all this.

It's not the way I'd like it to be, but...

As long as I've been in this county,
the townspeople consider me an outsider.

Oh, they're polite the way they'd be
to any stranger, but they don't involve me,

and they don't trust me.

Well, I think it's your city ways.

But that's the way I am.
I can't change by putting on a pair of boots.

I accept their home brew as a custom.
Why can't they accept a suit and a tie?

Well, it's not making you very popular.

I don't seem to be popular
with anyone these days.

- The Feds won't talk to me either.
- Well, how do you handle this mess?

I can't. Maybe you can.
Let me know if you find a way.

Colt, maybe you can start
by getting the Atkins boy out of it.

- Out of where?
- Bring him to me where he'll be safe.

I'm not looking to add any grief to that family.

He won't be easy to find.

Well, maybe I can give you a few ideas.

HOWIE: Virgil said he was about 15 miles
outside of town. Near Old Mill Road.

COLT: We'll turn off here.

Shouldn't we spread out and surround him, Colt?

Yeah, sure. We'll form a circle.
Look, I want to talk, not capture.

Why don't we just call out?

'Cause if he runs on us
we may not find him again.

(sum FIRES)

Kid. Take it easy.
It's me, Colt. It's me. Colt Seavers!

- Colt. I didn't know.
- Well, now you do.

I'm sorry. I could've killed you.

Yeah. I'm just glad
you can't shoot Like your dad could.

He was the best.

Yeah, you're right there. He was the best.

Forget all that law and justice bull.
Ed Clarke killed my father.

I waited around for a couple of months
to see if anything would get done about it.

It wasn't, so I went after him myself.

Kid, you don't have to get yourself killed
to prove you're your father's son.

Your mother's already a widow.

I mean, you don't want to take away
the only thing she's got left.

I'm not letting Clarke get away
with everything he's pulled.

Look, if your father had something on Clarke,
I'LL find it. I'LL get him.

Not if I get him first.

(SIGHS)

All right, I'll make a deal with you.
I'll stick around and I'll help.

- But you gotta turn yourself in.
- Oh, so that's what you want.

- You want to trade me in for money.
- Now let me tell you something, kid.

If that's all I wanted,
you'd be in handcuffs right now.

Of all the words in the dictionary,
you managed to find the combination

that make the least sense and the most trouble.

The only reason he's here is because
he used to bounce you on his knee,

instead of on your head.

Then why weren't you both at the funeral?

Look, kid, we were in Manila,
in the jungles on a job, making a movie.

Now, we didn't know till your pop was dead
a month. You've gotta trust somebody.

I'm all you got.

Prove it. Because I'm not just turning myself in.

Okay, you give me two days to prove
that I can be trusted.

But you gotta promise me you'll stay in these
woods and not pull another raid till then.

You got nothing to lose.

That's illegal. I mean, the Feds are
already watching every move in this town!

Yeah, well, they're wrong. And so are you.

I found it right here in the Town Charter.
It's the law.

The law may be legal, but your intentions aren't.

Read this, Virgil. Right here in the Town Charter.
Now look, "Highest elected official..."

That's you, Virgil. "...has the authority
to appoint temporary law enforcement

"during the interim period
of a designated election."

See. It's right there, almost in plain English.

I know what it says.
What I'm concerned about is intent.

The law is only as good
as the people who enforce it.

Well, all this is pointless anyhow, because
the Charter also demands that the appointee

be a resident of this county.

I got that covered.

Now, this man never officially
changed his residence.

Let me present to you
a lifetime resident of this county.

A man striving for a career in law enforcement,

and officially filing his candidacy for
the next election, Mr Howard Munson.

Just call me Sheriff. I'll call you Virgil.

We're gonna work well together, you know,

I have a year in Police Administration
at Columbia.

What is the point of all of this?
Whatever it is you two are planning.

Come on, I've done some thinking on it.
What have we got to lose?

We have this town to lose.
And I care what happens to it, this is my home.

All right, I don't like what Ed Clarke
and his bunch are doing to it.

I'll go along with the gamble,
but I warn you, if you two get out of line,

I'll prosecute you as fast as anyone else.

- Fair enough.
- Yeah.

Well, then I'm also the town clerk,

so raise your hand, boy, and repeat after me.

SAMUEL: Watch out, it's still a little wet.

- Who is this yokel?
- That's little Howie Munson.

- Well, keep talking, Samuel. Who is he?
- Well, he grew up in the town next door.

His folks had a farm over there. They ain't
there any more. The kid was a good athlete.

He went away to a lot of colleges.
I guess he's back now. He'll make a good sheriff.

The last thing either of us need is a good sheriff,

or anyone else butting into our business.

- I'll see you later.
- Sure thing, Mr Clarke.

Listen, you better make some pickups
at the local stills.

I want to keep a flow going, okay?

It's me.

You sure these new tins are watertight?
I mean, if the alcohol leaks into the cocaine,

we're out of two million before we even pay for it.

- Airtight, watertight and alkie tight.
- All right.

- Make up a load for the Tennessee drop.
- You got it.

Let's get this business on the road.

HOWIE: And furthermore, ladies and gentlemen,
the law. Law is the backbone of our nation.

-Without it, we stumble into anarchy.
- Howie, let's don't take this too serious.

The last elected sheriff didn't collect his pension.

I gotta make it look good, don't I?
Make a few campaign promises I can't keep.

Point out the political errors of my opponents.

Howie, you're running unopposed.

Well, I know that, but still,
it wouldn't be the American way.

It could mess up politics for years to come.
Political science, Dartmouth, '76.

Bull. Seavers, '83.
Now, hand me a half-inch socket.

Fastest wrench in the west.
My destiny is to become a living legend.

Howie, you've only got one speech to make.

What's important is that you get it right tonight.
Now put these tools away.

You just don't understand the two-party system.

Enough already.

It's none of your business why we're here,
but Washington needs your cooperation.

We're no backwoods operation.
I've already run a check on Munson and Seavers.

They're Hollywood stuntmen.
Munson is no sheriff.

The only thing that I can figure is you or they

intending to get involved
in this moonshine operation.

Me? I am the Town Prosecutor, you nitwit.
You can't accuse me of being a crook.

I can and I have.

Unless you can tell me exactly what it is
you and this Seavers are involved in.

We are involved in trying to bring
a little law and order to this town.

All you're interested in is your little game.
This town will not survive it!

Then it won't.
That's not my problem, that's yours.

That and the fact that if I can tie
Munson or Seavers into anything,

I'll add your name to a conspiracy indictment.

Unless you want to arrest me right now,
I'd like you to get out of my office.

Thanks.

I want you to know I'm very grateful to you
for everything you're trying to do, and to Howie.

But I don't want you to get hurt.

- I don't want you to risk your life.
- Hey, come on.

Don't worry about it, Irene.

I'm doing exactly what I want to do.

I think you're doing
what you think you should do,

and I care for you much too much
to see you get hurt.

Come on.
I got just as much interest in living as you do.

Don't play with me, Colt.

I love my son very much,

but I don't want another death
to get him out of trouble.

I've already lost one man.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Now don't get nervous.
I'm not looking for a replacement.

I don't know whether to feel
relieved or disappointed.

Let's just leave it at that.
Have one more nice memory.

- Now, we're just friends.
- Yeah.

You're gonna lose my vote.

He's scooting west over to Oak.
That's open road, drop down.

Head east.
That's the way he lost us the last time.

These kids know the roads better than
the map makers. They don't need eyes.

HOWIE: This is Sheriff Munson speaking.

Get out of the vehicle and step away from it.

Do it now, boy!

As of now this road is closed to
commercial traffic from dusk until dawn.

Put a little distance between you
and that car, son.

You ever see what happens
when alcohol explodes?

Keep on going until you get back to town.

Looks like we got a couple of new guys
trying to get into the cocaine business.

I ducked the revenuer chopper all right,
but then this guy came swooping down

out of the woods in a fancy truck.
And then the sheriff sounded off.

Are you sure that everything burned?
The whole load?

- Burned? It blew up.
- Okay, take off.

I'll set you up with a new car for your next load.
Now get out of here.

- How much was in that load?
- About 40,000.

- What got through?
- Three other loads.

Ah! Then we broke even. We cannot afford to
be in a business that stays even.

We got the best drivers
in the country running for us

and some guy comes along in a truck
and runs him off the road.

- Maybe we picked the wrong town.
- It worked before and it still can.

Now, we're gonna finish this shipment
and then we're gonna run straight alkie

for a while.
We'll let the Feds catch us once or twice.

- Maybe it'll keep them guessing.
- We still got to finish this load.

We will. Tomorrow night, we'll set up
a couple of dummy routes and then later on

you're gonna slide out
and make the fisherman's delivery.

Well, if that guy Seavers comes after me,
I'll be ready for him.

You know, I watched what you pulled out there.
That was some driving.

Thanks.

Well, now that I delivered, it's time for you
to live up to your end of the bargain.

Well, I ain't exactly sure that I need
anybody else doing my business for me.

Your business?
Colt and I are into this up to our gun belts!

- Up to our gun belts?
- That's sheriff talk.

- We're in it as deep as you are.
- Anyway, it's time for you to surrender.

I'm gonna stay on the outside with you two.

Look, Clarke just might try to hunt us all down.

I'm not gonna sit by and watch
your mother bury her only son.

- Now, I'm telling you, you're going in.
- Yeah. Well, you ain't my father.

Son, right now I'm the closest
thing you got to a father.

And the first thing I'm gonna do
is to teach you to keep your word.

You wouldn't walk out on your father.

And I'm hoping you won't walk out on me.

MAN: Hey. The new sheriff's got Little juice.
He's all right!

Hello, Virgil. My son is here to surrender.

I think you've made the right decision.
You all right, son?

Well, I guess we'd better go inside
and start the procedures.

- Hold up there a minute.
- You two get inside.

All right, boys, ain't no lynch mob's
gonna take no prisoner away from me.

- Not while I'm the sheriff.
- Take him away from you?

I came over here to congratulate you.

You might say I have a special interest
in keeping this punk in jail.

I just hope you're not stupid enough
to release him again.

The judge will set the bail, not me.

Well, let's hope he takes your advice
and makes it nice and high.

I don't like people around who are after my head.

- That's why I'm here. I represent the law.
- And I represent free enterprise.

They usually support each other.

Well, in that case, Mr Clarke,
I assume I can count on your vote?

Why don't you come up to my office
and we'll discuss it?

I'll see you in the woods sometime.
Unless, of course, you're afraid of the dark.

I think it's time to change targets.
We'll set up for the sheriff's partner, Seavers.

He seems to be gaining control.

Okay, Cedar, I want you to
take that road that leads to Route 4.

- That's where the sheriff's staked out.
- That's right.

And if he jumps you, let him have the load, okay?
Got it? Go on.

Okay, now you go make
the drop to the fisherman.

MAN: Tastes like good coke.
We'll run our own tests later.

If you wanna get another load
of anything out of these hills,

-you'd better deal with me.
- Who are you?

- Colt Seavers. The best driver in the state.
- I got plenty of drivers.

You got any that's got
the new sheriff in their pocket?

- Are you claiming you do?
- For a price. He's my cousin.

And I took out your hotshot driver.

- That could make you my enemy.
- Or your best friend.

Ask him. He's your man.

- Do you know this man?
- Yeah, he's Colt Seavers.

- He can drive an automobile, all right.
- He know the sheriff?

Munson's his cousin.

Munson's followed him around since
he was a pup walking on his hind legs.

Thank you. Beat it.

I can get all of your shipments through,
or guarantee the opposite.

You know, so far all I've heard is talk from you.
Saying is one thing.

Delivering on, it's another.

The blue station wagon 30 miles west of here.

A little clearing off Interstate 9.

I just saw 12 cans of moonshine,
12 little surprise packages inside.

- You be here at midnight. I'll fill you in then.
- You got it.

Get the other drivers in here. You know the route.

Now, if this guy Seavers moves one foot off of it,

or if he makes any stops, dump him.

Either way I get what I want.

Here's your route and point of delivery.

You just tell me where. I'll find my own way.

You're working for me.
We'll be doing it my way. Understood?

Understood.

Relax, Dillon. The coke's safe enough.
I got Seavers covered like a blanket.

Then you better hope there's no moth holes in it,

because he's carrying close to
$100,000 worth of powder.

He's headed north on Mills Road. So far so good.

MURPH:
We'll pick him up at the intersection at 79.

I'll stay behind
and I'll hopscotch you when you need it.

ABBOT. Okay, but don't give him too much
of a lead. He's driving a loaded car.

- You got the front covered?
- Don't worry about me. I got it.

MURPH: He turned east on Elm Road.
He just went off the route. Take him.

ABBOT. Push him in my direction.
I got that trail covered.

Block him where the road narrows.
There's no out on Elm Road.

He's blocked. Push him.

MURPH: We're right on top of him.

COLT: Sorry, fellas.

I'd better open fire.

It looks like Seavers is gonna get
through with Clarke's shipment.

(sum FIRING)

Where is he? I lost him in the trees.

Well, I can't say officially,
of course, without a lab test.

Well, it's not moonshine,
and it certainly ain't baby powder.

Unofficially, I'd say you have
some high-grade cocaine here.

This explains Agent Turner's
interest in our affairs.

You know, Virgil, I think we're gonna have
to stretch the rules here a little bit.

Why can't we do things the lawful way?

Well, right now we're talking justice
rather than lawful.

Irene could sure use some of that justice.

I'm not committing myself,
but what did you have in mind?

We just want you to wait a couple of days
before you make any of this official.

Well, what'd you tell me about it now for?

- We thought you'd want to know.
- Yeah.

You two are a set.

I mean, it just makes you happy
to try to convert me

to your unorthodox ways of doing things,
doesn't it?

And I'm being kind in my choice of words.

What else did you have in mind?

Look, I just want to use the drugs
to try and trap Clarke.

At least put a little pressure
on him so he'll blow his operation.

Okay, I don't want to hear any more. I'll do it.

Now what do I do?

- Check a few records for me?
- Like what?

Like the name of the record
on Clarke's warehouse.

I mean, that's gotta be
where they're packaging the stuff.

That's it? That's all you want from me?

That's it. But, of course, unless while
you're here, you'd want to be a witness.

- Howie, would you swear me in as deputy?
- Oh, my...

And then we're gonna pick up
Tommy Cedar and make him sweat a little.

Raise your right hand, repeat after me.
Colt, do you solemnly swear...

Look, I ain't done nothing to be arrested for.

You ain’t just picking up
extra pocket money making alkie runs.

I mean, that's a community service around here.
No one ever got put away for long on that.

Hell, Tommy, you are running cocaine.

Not me. No way.
I don't mess with drugs like that.

I didn't know about it either till just today.

Well, either way,
I didn't figure you'd turn me over to the law.

He ain't the law. He's a friend.

Look, I don't mess with no drugs. I didn't know.

I'll be quitting anything to do with Ed Clarke.

You and the rest of the kids your age.

But first, you are going to deliver a message.

- What do you want?
- I came to deliver a message.

People know I'm here. A lot of people.

So I'd better not get hurt or nothing like that.

Do I have any reason for wanting to hurt you?

Well, Colt Seavers says he wants you
to put $10,000

in front of Town Hall by 11:00 tonight,
or you'll never see your package again.

He says you're getting a bargain
and don't be a jerk.

Oh, yeah, I quit. And I think the rest of
the guys from town will be doing the same.

We ain't angels, but we ain't creeps either.

What are you going to do now?

Well, Murph, if you hadn't let Seavers
get away, I wouldn't have to do a thing.

Meanwhile, 10 grand is pennies compared
to the cocaine he's holding.

What if it's a trick?

Ten grand wouldn't change my life any,
but unless I deliver these drugs

and pay off the Florida connection,
I don't stand much chance of living it.

And neither do you, Murph.
So, I'm going to let you make the money drop.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Oh, my Lord! I don't see it!
I don't see anything! I don't hear anything!

I don't even remember what I had for breakfast.

Virgil, you're gonna be just fine.
All the pressure's gonna be off

as soon as you deliver a message
to Federal Agent Turner,

that he can pick up Ed Clarke and his henchmen
in front of the warehouse tonight.

Yeah, Colt, I figure that's US currency all right.
What's it got to do with us?

Well, I figured we could do a little business.

You figuring on turning all of California
on to white lightning

or you just gonna fill your swimming pool?

Well, I don't have a swimming pool.

- I got a tub in the backyard.
- Maybe you should have never left home.

Seems to me like you had that here years ago.

Yeah, well, this one's filled with hot water.

- Cold water's better for you.
- What is it you want to buy?

Well, $10,000 worth of that moonshine
pumped into Atkins' old tanker truck here.

We got $10,000 worth of alkie?

Depends on what you want to charge for a gallon.

What are you gonna do with all this booze?

Well, I thought I'd bring a lot of light
into a lot of people's lives.

And maybe close the trap on Ed Clarke.

In a case like that, you get it at local discount.

You leave the old truck and come back
in a couple of hours. Take my car.

- Keys in it?
- Keys are in it.

He could have made a better deal.
No wonder he ain't got no swimming pool.

Maybe he can't swim.

It's a Florida corporation.

Three phone calls and a favor

and I have found out that Clarke owns
the corporation and the warehouse.

- What difference does that make, Colt?
- None, now.

Well, we can get a search warrant
and go in there.

We can do this lawfully.

Virgil, you're doing it again!

- What?
- Remembering things.

That you keep forgetting
that you promised not to remember.

Forget it.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

- Hello?
- Hello, flunky. Let me talk to your boss.

It's him.

You really push your luck, Seavers.

Well, it's only gotta hold
for about another minute.

I paid! I want my goods back!

Oh, I won't go back on my word.

In fact, they're about to be delivered personally.

Have you ever seen an alcohol fire?

What the hell are you talking about?

About a blue flame, hotter than almost any fuel.
Burns almost invisible.

No, I haven't seen one! What...

You got exactly 30 seconds
until you see 2,000 gallon of it

blaze right through your front door.

He said he's going to blow the whole place
up in 30 seconds! Let's get out of here!

Grab the goods!

Drop your weapons or the next fire you see
is gonna be your permanent home!

Agent Turner,
take those plastic bags from Mr Clarke.

You'll have your evidence
of possession of cocaine.

And you can stop night flying.

- You can start remembering now, Virgil.
- Hmm?

The boy'll be okay. Virgil promised
he'd have the charges officially dropped.

I was wrong about him. He's not an outsider.

Yeah. He's a good man.
I'm surprised he never got married.

Are you going to give up making movies
and become a matchmaker?

No, not really.
just thought I'd give it a shot while I was here.

Okay, consider it done.
Now mind your own business.

I got plenty of things to keep me busy
and a lot of good things to remember.

I don't need a romance.

Well, why not? You're still a beautiful woman.

Still? You make it sound like I'm over the hill.
I'm not.

I know that.

You should also realize I've been in love
with two men in my life.

One's dead, and the other is going to keep
jumping off buildings and crashing cars

until one day his bones don't knit together
any more, or he kills himself.

Say goodbye, Co�,

and go race your cars.

I'll finish raising my boy.

Goodbye.