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Tonight on The Center. Inspector Reeves
thinks we're dealing with a highly

skilled professional with a lot of
technical knowledge.

Like an arsonist for hire?

When you're an arson investigator,
everybody is a software.

Basically, it's rocket fuel.

How the hell could somebody get their
hands on rocket fuel? You gonna bust me?

Did he have anything to do with the
rocket launchers? Yeah, he was a

firefighter.

I don't think this is just about money.
This guy loves to make things burn.

We gotta get out of here!

In the jungles of Peru, the fight for
survival heightened his senses.

Now, Detective James Ellison is a
sentinel in the fight for justice.

Seeing before others see.

Sensing what others can't.

An ever -vigilant watchman in the war
against crime.

Look, Sandberg, I've been working all
day and all night.

I'm tired and I'm hungry. At 3 a .m., I
just want to stop at the first place

that's open.

Jim, trust me, it'll be worth it.

Tony's 24 -Hour Grill's got some of the
best food that you will ever taste. If

we ever get there. It's right around
here somewhere.

You've been saying that for the last 20
minutes.

You smell that?

What?

Smoke.

Ah, that's Tony's Grill. I told you it
was on this street.

No, no, no.

Whatever's burning, it's cooking a lot
more than food.

There's somebody inside that warehouse.

Jim, shouldn't we wait for the fire
department? There's no time. Call for

We're going to fire at Gershwin's
Furniture Warehouse, 3rd and Mission.

may be somebody trapped inside.

This way.

Got it.

Some more hot spots over here, sir.

We'll catch him.

Got that, sir?

What do you think for that guard when
you came along?

One of my guys tells me you're a cop.

Jim Ellis, Major Crime.

This is Blair Sandberg. Dan Mattson. How
you doing?

It didn't seem like your hoses did much
good. Yeah, well, that was one hot fire.

We could barely contain it.

I've seen a lot of fires before, but
this one was pure white.

Did you say white?

Correct.

What about the center of the fire? What
color was it?

Kind of blue.

Oh, I know. It was black.

Kind of jumping the gun, huh, Deb?

I already know how to go down.

No poor pattern, no trace of any common
accelerant.

And look at this.

Piece of the concrete floor.

Whoa. That fire became so hot it melted
it into glass.

Tell me something, hero. How'd you just
happen to be in the vicinity?

We were driving around looking for a
place to eat.

Is that your truck over there?

Yeah, that's right.

Any objection if I have a look inside?

He's a cop.

That's all right. Knock yourself out.

Thank you.

What was that about? Deborah Reeves.
She's an arson investigator.

You know her? I've seen her working out
at the gym a couple times.

She's kind of cute in a pitbull sort of
way.

Well, she has the tendency to rub people
the wrong way, but she's very good at

her job.

What'd she want with the truck?

When you're an arson investigator,
everybody is a suspect.

All right.

Let's go, Chief.

Did your lungs still hurt from last
night? My lungs, my eyes, and nose.

I had similar experience in the military
when they were testing napalm.

Now, you think there's chemicals in that
balloon?

Awesome.

Can I see you a minute, please?

I think you two know Inspector Reeves.

You here to arrest me, Inspector?

Just doing my job, Detective.

I'm putting you in charge of the
criminal investigation for last night's

Looks like we're dealing with a serial
arsonist here.

If we're right, we've already had two
fatalities.

Plus, the guard from last night is still
in critical.

This is the fifth super hot fire in the
Northwest in the last two years.

What's the connection?

Most fires burn around 1 ,500 degrees
Fahrenheit.

Whoever's doing these fires is using
something a lot hotter. It's reaching

to 5 ,000 degrees.

The only explanation is an HTA.

What's HTA? High temperature accelerant.

Inspector Reeves thinks we're dealing
with a highly skilled professional with

lot of technical knowledge.

What, like an arsonist for hire?

All the fires were industrial warehouses
with big time insurance payoffs, right?

On the other hand, I don't think this is
just about money. This guy loves to

make things burn.

He's getting more daring. These fires
are getting closer together.

You said each warehouse had a big
payoff.

How much was last night's? Gershwin
Furniture stands to make two million in

insurance. I'd say that's a good place
to start.

Sir? Jim.

Captain?

You'll be working with Inspector Reeves
on this case. Sir?

Mayors, I do.

Zoe?

Yeah.

Please, come in.

I'm always happy to help out the
authorities in any way I can. I feel

old friends, Mr. Gershwin.

A Couch King movie fan.

Oh, yeah. Ever since I was able to stand
past my bedtime.

And you, detective, you look familiar to
me.

It's a police athletic league
fundraiser. Two years ago, we shared a

You were with your wife. Very attractive
brunette. A police technician, as I

recall. That's quite a memory of yours.
I have a photographic memory.

And how is your wife?

Well, now that she's divorced me and
moved to San Francisco, just fine. Oh,

I've been married four times.

My view is I'm going to keep doing it
until I get it right.

Excuse me.

I'd like to ask a few questions.

Mr. Gershwin, is it true that your
company lost over half a million dollars

quarter? Oh, just a temporary slump. I
mean, the furniture business is

Our sales have been up significantly in
the last three months. I see. Is that

why you increased your fire insurance
twice in the last year? I increased my

insurance because, as you should be
aware, we had a large fire just three

from here. Right. That was eight months
ago. You increased your insurance the

first time ten months ago. So what?

Deborah. Mr. Gershwin, are you aware
that arson for profit is a serious

Are you accusing me of a crime? There is
a security guard at County General in

critical condition.

If he dies, you will be involved in a
murder investigation. So if I were you,

I'd come clean as soon as possible. Or
you could still cut a deal. This is

unbelievable. You come into my store.

Maybe we ought to just settle down. I
think you ought to just get the hell out

of my store.

Mr. Dershowitz. Now!

Very good, sir.

Good day.

I'm still a huge fan.

Call me over sensitive, but don't you
think it's a bit premature to slap him

with a felony accusation?

I was just trying to get some
information, not become his best friend.

here is to get people to trust you.
Well, I find it works better to keep him

balance. The only thing that's off
balance here is your approach.

I misjudged him, okay?

At least we agree on one thing.

you doing here? I'm looking for a new
sofa.

I figure it's about time we get rid of
that old monstrosity in the living room.

Pardon my daughter's manners. Mitch
Reeves. Ah, Jim Ellison, Cascade PD.

How you doing? Blair Semper.

You must be here about that warehouse
fire. Was it arson?

Dad, you know we can't talk about an
ongoing investigation.

My own daughter. We were in the same
department. She won't tell me a thing.

else am I supposed to get my thrills?

How long were you farming?

21 years.

I got bit.

But I could tell you some stories. Dad,
we're a little busy right now.

Okay, okay, no stories.

Well, I'm off to buy a couch. Nice to
meet you guys.

See you around.

Happy shopping.

See you later.

Well, it seems like your dad's got some
manners.

I'm going to check in at the office.
I'll hook up with you guys later.

Hey, Sam.

Jim. This is Blair Sandberg. He's a
consultant to the department.

Yes, we've met.

Sam and I know each other socially.

Yeah, at least we did until Blair stood
me up at a sushi restaurant.

I got the dates mixed up. Yeah, that's
what happens when you overbook.

Ouch.

Sam, any idea what this mystery
accelerant is that we're looking for?

Well, if pumping water on the blaze made
it worse, sounds like we're looking for

an oxidizer, which is a chemical that
creates its own oxygen.

Is that possible?

Let's do a little experiment.

Blair, would you please put that in the
sink?

Okay, now put some water from the tap on
it.

Whoa!

What, are you trying to kill me?

You did that on purpose.

Oh, it's just a harmless chemical
reaction.

Kind of like your feelings for me.

Hey, so what you're saying is that the
more water the fireman put on the fire,

the hotter it got.

Exactly. Instead of putting it out, it
was feeding it.

See, but the problem is coming up with
something that burns at the kind of

temperature you're talking about. I
mean, 5 ,000 degrees is one intense

You know, while it was burning, I
smelled something that reminded me of

I mean, it wasn't the same, but it was
similar.

Just give me a couple of days to do some
research.

Is there anything else you got while
we're at it? Well, unfortunately, there

not much left of the warehouse to
examine.

But we found this right outside on the
pavement.

It seems to be some kind of wax
material.

Now, it could have been blown out by one
of the explosions.

We're still doing some tests to
determine what it is.

This is Mr. Zogg's sex wax. Sex wax?

Whoa, whoa, easy, Chief.

It's what surfers use to coat their
boards for traction in the water. This

coconut scented.

Thanks. You just saved me a couple of
days' worth of work.

Anything I can do to help.

Call me when you confirm that, will you?
Great. Nice work.

Yeah, I'm coming.

Nice seeing you again, Blair.

Drop by any time.

So what's the deal with you and
Samantha?

Can you believe that?

She must still really like me. Like you?

She wanted to blow your face off.

It's just her way of showing affection,
like the way lions bat each other around

before they mate. Let me tell you
something. If she likes you anymore, you

better buy her some life insurance.

Bye.

No, that's great.

Thanks, Jim.

You were right about that wax. That was
forensics. Mr.

Zog's sex wax.

We've been cross -checking local surf
shops, local surfers, hangers -on,

wannabes with known arsonists, and so
far we've come up empty -handed.

I had no idea there were so many surfers
in Cascade. Have you shared this

surfing area with Inspector Reeves yet?

Um, well, to tell you the truth, I don't
think our investigative styles are very

compatible. Jim.

I want that forensics report in her hand
by the end of the day.

Why don't you deliver it to her
personally?

Mr. Ellison, how are you?

Fine, thank you, sir. I stopped by
Deborah's office, but she wasn't there,

they gave me this address.

Oh, well, you're at the right place.
Debbie moved in to help me out after my

accident. Come on in.

Ah, she just went to the store. Come on
in. All right. Come on.

Hey, how are you?

Not too bad.

Detective Ellison. Oh, Captain.

Dan Mattson. Yeah, we met at the fire.

Jim's the guy who pulled that security
guard out. Yeah, that's right. Nice to

see you again.

I understand you're working with Deb on
this case.

Are you ready to kill her yet?

I heard that. That's the one doll you
were talking about.

I'd bounce her on my knee, Mitch. I know
who she is.

It's just like her old man. I've been
wanting to kill him for years.

Dan's a go -way back, even before the
department.

We're like family.

Except Dan's a politician.

Speaking of which, I gotta meet the
chief at the yacht club. Some kind of

charity deal.

You better run along like a good little
fireman.

You blow it out your ear. Good to see
you, Allison.

Nice to see you, too.

So tell me, how's the investigation
going?

Well, we're making progress.

You know how investigations go.

Sure, don't need to bore you with the
details. You got better things to do. I

got to get back to the station, take
care of some business.

Debra will be here in a minute.

Just tell her I stopped by.

Appreciate the beer. Back to where she
is now.

Hey, babe, we got company.

Hi. Hi.

What are you doing here?

Actually, I was just leaving.

Staying for dinner.

Fine by me.

There you go.

How are you?

So, the whole room's full of smoke as I
go in.

And there's this old woman sitting in
the corner, all dressed up.

And she says, is that you, Frank?

I say, no, ma 'am, it's the fire
department.

Your building's on fire.

And there's this pause.

And then she says, just my luck.

My first date in seven years and some
jerk starts a fire.

I need another bottle of wine.

I think I'll make coffee, Dad.

That sounds good.

Come on.

I want to show you something in the
backyard.

These days, this is where I spend most
of my time.

Doing what?

Two years ago, I was in a burning
building when it collapsed.

I got trapped and almost got fried.

Lost most of the skin on my back.

This is what I was wearing at the time.

See, your basic fireman's turnout coat
only keeps you cool for a couple of

minutes. Then it only works up to about
2 ,000 degrees.

Try it on.

It's pretty light.

Made of Kevlar with titanium stitching.
I designed it and had a company in

Colorado make it.

Hold out your arm.

It's all right.

Slider and handles higher temps than the
department standard.

Trouble is, it only works up to about 3
,500 degrees.

My goal was 5 ,000.

I went to the department for funding.

They said no.

Said I wasn't an accredited research
facility.

Only research I ever did was in the
belly of the beast.

Two years of skin grafts, but I don't
know about fire.

You don't seem like the type that would
give up too easily.

Hell no. I got a couple of new full
-body suits coming in on Friday.

They're the ones.

I know it.

Look at him.

Look at him. Lives.

Not watches you.

See, most people don't understand.

Fire's a living thing.

I know my own.

I thought I'd find you guys in here.

Coffee's ready.

Thank you for a very lovely dinner.
You're welcome.

I hope my dad didn't trap you into
staying. He thinks I don't have a social

life. But he means well.

It seems like you can take care of
yourself.

I like to think so.

The real reason I came by... Is that an
island rhino?

Yeah. I haven't seen one of these in
quite a while.

Yeah, my dad got to know the designer
Chance Taylor back in the early 60s. You

know, the Beach Boys, Janice, The Doors.

Of course, he can't go out much anymore.

Not a bad stick.

You surf?

Once a surfer, always a surfer, you
know.

The only board I still have left from
the old quiver is a ten -foot step -deck

nose rider that I got at Rocky's down in
Surf City, C .A. Well, maybe we can go

down to Cascade Beach sometime.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

That'd be nice.

You were about to tell me why you came
over.

Oh, yeah, right.

This is the department's forensic report
on that warehouse.

Great. Thanks for bringing it over.

All right.

Good night.

Well, I think I know what your arsonist
has been using to make his fire. It's

burned so hot.

I made the delay out of surf wax.

It burns brighter than most candles, and
twice as bad.

Well, that's what I smelled at the
warehouse.

It's magnesium.

I added it to control the burn.

Napalm uses aluminum salt.

You're the first person I've ever met
who can smell it in that state.

Yeah, he's a real sensitive guy.

Unlike his friend.

5 ,200 degrees, and that's just using a
two -ounce solution.

So what is this stuff?

I synthesized it, but basically, it's
rocket fuel.

The arsonist is using rocket fuel?

Something close to it.

How would somebody get their hands on
rocket fuel? Well, you could make it

I did, but you'd need to be a pretty
accomplished chemist with a fairly

sophisticated lab at your disposal, or
you could buy it.

But there's only one company in Cascade
that manufactures an NUD government

clearance to get it.

Over the phone, you said something about
Mitch having a beef with the department

over his injury?

Yeah, well, after the accident, he was
really PO'd. They put him on the

list because he didn't want to take full
visibility.

He thought he was coming back.

Sit down. Thanks.

Do you think he could have come back?

Physically, even today, I'd take Mitch
Reeves over half the guys I have at the

station. But the department wouldn't
reinstate him?

After they wouldn't fund his fire suit
research, Mitch had a couple of beers

with a reporter and said some things he
shouldn't have said.

He admitted he wasn't too good of a
politician.

Well, he was never very big with
authority.

I mean, one time he told off the fire
chief at Vandenberg Air Force Base,

lost his job.

Mitch was at Vandenberg?

Mm -hmm. Did he have anything to do with
the rocket launches?

Yeah, he was a civilian firefighter at
the launch pad.

Stuff will melt the hairs in your nose.

Or send a man to the moon. I use it to
test my fire suits.

Since when can you buy rocket fuel over
the counter?

My next fireman.

Got my sources.

Why? You gonna bust me?

Should I?

I hear you've been asking questions
about me.

You know, people have been destroyed by
suspicion without proof.

Mitch, I'm not in the business of
destroying innocent people's lives.

Then we're on the same wavelength.

But I have a job to do.

Even if it involves people I like.

You and Deborah.

So sure of yourselves.

I used to feel that way.

Then I got older.

Saw all the mistakes I'd made.

So the world wasn't really what I
thought it was.

When I realized it isn't about being
sure.

right thing.

Jim, you gotta admit, the evidence is
pretty thick.

Maybe it's thick, but we don't have
enough to arrest him. Jim, Jim, look, I

talked to the ATF.

The feds have traced a wire transfer of
a hundred grand that Burt Gershwin made

to an offshore bank three weeks before
the warehouse fire.

Gotta run.

Good, good, good, good, good.

It's time to pay another visit to
Gershwin.

All right, man.

Gershwin's still inside?

Looks like he's working late. That's his
caddy parked out front.

Um, hey, who's this?

Sound like for customers, isn't it?

That looks like Mitch from what's behind
the wheel.

And that looks like Gershwin.

You stay here. I'm going to get closer.

Listen to me. It's very simple. You're
going to prison for a long time.

What? What do you want more, honey? It's
not what I want.

What do you want from me?

What's that sound? What?

The reports point to a rocket fuel -like
substance as the cause of the

explosion. And then there's some of the
leaked onto the pavement when the van

pulled out of the parking lot.

The department is going to proceed along
the lines that Mitch Reeves is our

arsonist. So you're closing the case?

Jim, you're the one who found rocket
fuel in this home. You also heard

offering him more money. What I heard
was Gershwin offering him a bribe.

Mitch wasn't going to take it.

He knew we were on to him. Simon,
something had to ignite that fuel.

Well, according to forensics, the type
of fuel that was found in Reeves' van is

extremely unstable.

The tiniest fart could have set it off.
Or the tiniest detonator.

Just before the explosion, I heard some
beeping sound going off somewhere, sir.

And if there was a detonator, the heat
from the explosion would have destroyed

it. Why wasn't any of this in your
report?

What you're saying is that Mitch did
this on purpose.

What, to kill himself?

I think he was murdered by the real
arsonist.

Who is?

I don't know yet.

What's going on?

That's a ceremony that surfers have when
one of their own dies.

Right. In the Fiji Islands, they have a
similar ceremony when a chief dies.

I don't think Mitch ever wanted to be a
chief.

I think he just wanted to fight fires.

Deborah.

Give her some time.

She's still pretty angry about her
father being a suspect. She has every

to be. Her father's dead.

Isn't that Mitch's board?

Uh, no, it's mine.

We bought identical boards a couple
years ago.

Well, he didn't get to use his very
much, did he?

Me and he and I used to have good times
together.

Trestles, Rincon.

You know, I have to tell you, I've known
Mitch Reeves 25 years.

It's hard for me to believe he set those
fires.

It's hard for us all.

Excuse me, Deborah.

I'm sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to
talk to you. It's pretty important.

We're glad you came.

Something you should probably see.

Found those at my father's desk.

You were right about him.

They're on newspaper clippings.

Personal ads from the classifieds. They
date back two years.

First message is always the same.

Light my fire.

A few days later, an answer appears.

Called Prometheus.

Followed by a number.

I checked the date.

All the ads appeared just before the HTA
fires.

You know, after my mom died.

And then the accident.

I knew he was twisted up inside.

I guess I just didn't know how much.

This material does not mean that your
dad was guilty.

There might be another explanation here.

I think Mitch was running his own
investigation.

Because I think he was on to who the
real Prometheus was.

Oh, my God.

Why wouldn't he tell me that?

Your dad is not the type of man to go
around ruining somebody's life and

without the proper proof.

What are you doing?

Prometheus uses the way fuse made from
surf wax into the signature.

Okay, how does that help prove my dad's
innocent?

Your dad used strawberry -scented surf
wax.

Prometheus uses coconut.

This is strawberry.

You know who it is, don't you?

Jim, come on. You have to tell me this
guy killed my father, okay?

First, I want to be absolutely sure
about this before I do anything.

And your dad would blow it the same way.

Dan Mattson is at the top of a short
list for fire chief when old man

retired. I know, sir. Mattson also used
his Mr. Zog's coconut scented surf wax

down in the board.

Surfers are very particular about the
kind of wax that they use.

Jim, you can't arrest the city's next
fire chief for murder based on the type

wax he uses.

Sandberg and I did some checking. It
seems as though Mattson had some

problems stemmed from a balloon mortgage
payment that he couldn't meet.

It turns out that a couple of days
before they were going to foreclose on

house, He miraculously comes up with the
dough. Which was exactly two weeks

after the first HTA fire.

Right. Matson was also a civilian
firefighter at Vandenberg, and so was

Reeves. He knew about rocket fuel, and
he damn sure well knew about fire.

All right, but what about the
conversation you heard between Mitch and

And what were they even doing meeting in
the first place?

I think Mitch was pressuring Gershwin to
cut a deal and testify against

Prometheus. What I heard was Gershwin
offering Mitch a bribe, and Mitch didn't

go for it.

So we figured that Matson found out
about the deal and decided it was the

perfect opportunity to get rid of
Gershwin and make Mitch the fall guy.

So he murdered his friend of 25 years?

It's either that or get out for the
crime, sir. Mitch was closing in and

knew it.

Okay, look, even if I buy your theory,
there's no way that we have enough

evidence to go to the DA with this. If
you'd allow me, I have an idea that I'd

like to play out.

How dangerous an idea.

Well, sir, let's just say if I'm wrong,
the department won't have to worry about

those retirement benefits. It's going to
owe me.

Wait a minute.

Quick question. Actually, two.

One, what's this idea? And two, how
involved in it am I?

Well, you're my partner, right?

Yeah. Say no more. Thank you, sir.

Got our response in this morning's
paper.

I already checked out the phone number.
It's a cell phone registered to a phony

address, so there's no way they can
trace it.

I can't believe he answered the ad.

Why take the chance? I mean, everybody
thinks he's dead. Why not just lay low?

Arrogance. He figures no one's going to
be able to catch him. Or maybe he's

hooked on what he's doing and he can't
stop.

This is Prometheus.

What's the address?

387 9th Street.

Deposit $50 ,000 in Grand Cayman Bank
account number 557

-3309 by 5 o 'clock.

After the deposit is confirmed, the job
will be done.

When the job is finished, deposit
another $50 ,000 within 24 hours.

All right. And remember, if you don't
make the payment... Like the building,

burn.

A .T .S. will have the money credited to
the Prometheus account by 5 o 'clock.

How are we doing on that 9th Street
warehouse?

Well, when Prometheus checks it out,
he'll find that the owners filed for

bankruptcy last month, sir.

We got our surveillance team already set
up. Everything else is in place there,

just like we talked about.

Sandberg and I are taking the night
shift.

Where's Mattson now? He's at home. We
got a surveillance team there as well.

what about Deborah?

Are we going to bring her in on this? I
don't know. If she thinks that Mattson

killed her father, who knows what she'll
do.

No, I agree.

Let's keep her out of it for her own
protection.

Okay, smell seekers, it's time for you
to call it a night. We'll see you in the

morning.

And it's been three days. He's just
playing with us.

The Lakers move.

Hey, Brown, how are you and Rafe doing
over there? Any action?

It's Matt's day off. He just got back
from the golf course at about three.

The TV's on in the front room. Looks
like he's watching the game, which is

something we should be doing.

Copy that.

Got some snacks?

No, no, not quite.

I thought you were Mr.

Outdoors, huh? All that time spent out
in the wilderness?

Yeah. Most of it was in the jungle.

The jungle's hot, remember?

The thing I don't understand, I mean,
you're Mr. Height and Senses.

How come the cold isn't bothering you?

It's not that cold.

Are you kidding me?

Madsen doesn't get here pretty soon.

I'm gonna start a fire myself.

What, you've never seen one of these
before?

You know, a lot of primitive tribes,
they believe that fire is a living

The Indians consider it a sacred
provider of warmth and protection.

And to the Polynesians, it's a god.

I remember once I was on the Fijian
Islands.

I saw this fire dance.

Jim, there was this dancer there.

She had the best body.

You know, it's becoming crystal clear to
me why you were drawn to anthropology

in the first place.

One track mind.

Don't cheapen it.

Hey, Jim, come on. It's freezing. Whoa,
whoa. Just be quiet.

There's somebody inside that warehouse.

Brown, is your boy still at home,
Clayton?

His car's in the driveway.

And the TV's still on in the living
room.

I want you to stay here.

I'm going to go and check things out,
all right? Mm -hmm.

If somebody's here, all right, call
Brown Arm Wreck. I'll be calling that

consultant.

Hi,

this is Dan.

I can't come to the phone right now, so
leave a message and I'll call you back.

I don't think he's there. Let's move.

What the hell are you doing here?

I know you're after Dan Matten, okay?

I followed him. You did what?

I saw your man up front, so I waited
around the corner.

He hopped over the back fence and took
off in a van.

I lost him, but I'm pretty sure he's in
here.

Jim, you there?

Yeah, I go.

Looks like Matten slipped the
surveillance team somehow.

How fitting.

Jim, can you hear me?

Hey, Brown, you there? I think we got
some trouble here.

God, those are my dad.

Thought they might come in handy.

Yeah, thanks.

There's a place in New Zealand in Capri
Beach.

Supposed to have great waves.

I've heard of it.

Dad always talked about going there.

Even after his accident, he said he
doesn't care if he can't surf it, he

wanted to see it.

I doubt he would have wanted to have
seen this today.

It's like a lake out there.

No kidding.

It looked like a lousy day to go out,
didn't we?

You always got a call for the surf
report. Rule number one.

Somewhere, he is definitely looking down
on us.

Laughing big time right now.