All language subtitles for Twice in a Lifetime s01e02 Death and Taxes.eng

Thanks, boys.

You're my best of friends.

I will.

Ellis, thank you.

You're giving up, aren't you?

Well, I'm sorry, folks, but we can't
afford to hold the rescue teams any

There must be something else you can do.
I'll take anything at this point, even

a dead body. Roger. Elaine, at least
that way we'd know what happened to him.

Oh, I know what you're saying, Mr.
Stovall. I want you to know that

here is going to keep an eye out for
your son, regardless.

For weeks, I haven't been able to come
up with so much as a footprint.

Now you're trying to tell me some sort
of casual glance is going to find

Roger, don't. These people have been
bending over backwards to help us.

It's all right, ma 'am.

Your husband's upset. He deserves to be
cut a little slack.

Why? He certainly never cut the rest of
us any. Elaine, go back to the tent.

Including your son.

Now!

I'm sorry, sir.

I know things look bleak. It's never too
late to pray for a miracle.

Between you and me, we both know he's
dead.

Just bring me a body, if and when you
find it.

Thank you.

Get over here!

Leave me alone!

You guys just go away, please. Just go
away. Go away!

How does he do it?

If I lost my son a month ago, I'd still
be locked in my room. But not old Roger.

Well, at this point, he's probably
burying his grief in his work.

Like giving grief to anyone he honors.

Yeah, the Terminator sure hasn't lost
any of his steam.

I'm just not as wealthy as you think I
am, Mr. Stovall. If I were, I would have

sent a highly paid accountant down here
instead of coming here myself.

Your highly paid accountant is probably
in Hawaii for two weeks on your dime,

which I'm sure you are later going to
declare as a contribution to the church.

For female redemption?

Tell me, what is it you all do at your
services?

Each other's nails?

I resent your attitude.

Our church serves the needs of women
everywhere who are battered by this male

-dominated system. Let me guess. All
your parishioners carry around their

religious literature in these nice
little bags from St.

Gucci.

That was a gift.

For the last four years, you've grossed
over $5 million and paid a whopping $10

,000 in taxes.

That was a gift.

Lady, I hope your church runs a homeless
shelter, because when I get through

with you, that little purse may be the
only thing that you have left.

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Where are you going?

To sharpen my pencil.

Yes, what a man.

We paid for a full five gallon, not four
and seven eighths, but a full five.

Step out of the car, please, sir.

Yes, officer, I know. I rolled through
the stop sign. Just give me my ticket.

I'll be on my way.

I still need you to step out of the car,
sir. What for?

You were driving erratically. Look, I
was trying to take off my jacket without

undoing my seatbelt.

Sir, just step out of the car. Why are
you wasting my time stopping me? I

haven't done anything.

Why aren't you out trying to catch a
thief or looking for a lost kid? You've

plenty of time to stop me, but not
enough time to rescue a lost kid, do

Sir, don't do this.

Get out of the car now.

Fine. You want me out of the car?

Yes. I'll get out of the car.

There,

I'm out of the car. Are you satisfied?

You're under arrest for crime.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain
silent... Steven!

Steven!

He just ran into the street.

He looked lost, almost blind.

He was.

But I think now he's found, and
hopefully now he'll see.

Tempest Fugit.

Insane, though.

It's going to be okay, Roger.

Shall we?

Shall we what?

What's going on here?

For simplicity's sake, let's just call
it one final audit.

This doesn't make any sense.

All in good time, Roger.

All in good time.

Oh, boy.

It's been cooking again.

Oh, Mr.

Stovall, welcome.

I see you've already met Mr. Jones.

No, no, I... I actually haven't met
anybody.

Well, in that case, allow me to do the
honors.

Roger Stovall, Mr. Jones, and I am Judge
Ockniel.

Ockniel? Yeah.

Like in the Old Testament.

That's me.

Good answer.

Ladies.

Put your arms up, Rog.

What's going on here?

Just go with it.

As long as you're here, I've prepared
you a little something to eat. You are

hungry, aren't you?

I wasn't, but yes.

So all of a sudden, I'm starving.

Well, that's good, then.

Have a seat.

Ladies.

They're all ravenous as well.

Well, go ahead.

Mangia, mangia.

Now,

how am I

supposed to...

Oh, it can be done. Believe me.

No, it's impossible.

You're sure about that?

Of course I am. How am I supposed to put
the fork in my mouth with these things

on my arm?

It's really one of the main differences
between heaven and hell. But in hell,

everyone goes hungry. Where is in
heaven?

Everyone feeds the person next to him.

Thank you, ladies.

I agree. He didn't exactly come through
it with flying colors.

But there are other factors to consider.

I'm afraid I just confirmed my doubts
about him.

And the rest of the evidence is pretty
overwhelming.

He was an agent for the IRS.

He was a dedicated civil servant.

With a great deal of blood on his hands,
metaphorically speaking.

Excuse me just a minute.

I know you.

You're the water guy who tried to cheat
us out of a full five -gallon bottle.

Oh, boy, do I know you.

1988 tax returns. You made 50 grand on a
Vegas slot machine, which you

conveniently forgot to declare as
income.

I think you have me confused with
someone whose name is Vinnie.

Uh -huh. That's what they all say.
Believe me, I never forget a taxable

Which is why Roger Stovall deserves a
life sentence, Your Honor.

He shouldn't be punished for his
thoroughness.

Because it's that thoroughness that's
allowed him to catch so many cheaters

save his government so much money.

What about all the lives he ruined when
that thoroughness ran amok? And never

once went outside of the rules.

There are higher rules, Mr. Stovall.
Higher rules that you apparently did

not consider when you crushed a poor
soul like Robbie Turner.

Robbie Turner?

Who's Robbie Turner?

Ouch. An honest man who lived a meager

existence on Social Security benefits.

Never put his own needs first.

Dedicated himself...

to saving stray animals from the pound.

And these creatures made him feel like a
rich man.

Go get your ball. Go get your ball.
Yeah, bring it here.

Now, the dog.

All right, confiscate them all.

Mr. Stovall, what are you doing?

Who are these people?

The time is up, Turner.

The IRS is exercising its right... Hey,
that's me.

What? Please don't take the animals to
the pound. Oh, him.

He tried to declare his house as a tax
deduction because it was filled with

dogs. He was a cheat, plain and simple.

No, from where we sit, he was a
compassionate humanitarian who deserved

than this.

I'll give you the money by tonight. Just
don't take the animals.

They'll kill them. I want padlocks on
every door.

That's my house.

Not according to your tax returns. On
those, you claimed it was your business.

Mr. Stovall, I'm begging you, please
don't do this. Don't take away my life.

Please, no.

No!

The records show that every animal was
put down when they arrived

at that pound.

I'm not responsible for the policies of
the animal pound, Your Honor.

Well, maybe not.

But I am governed by the evidence before
me.

Your Honor, please.

Now, go ahead. Let him do it.

You're going to sentence me to hell,
right? Because I care about my job too

much? Because I don't feed my neighbor?
Go ahead. Get it over with. You think I

care? You think it could be any worse
than what I'm living with right now?

What is he talking about?

He's talking about his friend, Your
Honor.

He disappeared last month, and he's
never been found.

What?

Maybe...

Well, maybe you know where he is.

His name is Stephen. He's about this
tall. He's 12 years old.

Mr. Stovall has already experienced his
own hell on earth, Your Honor. What

could be worse, Your Honor, than losing
a child?

Perhaps if he had treated his son better
when he was alive.

So, uh...

So he is dead then.

Can't you see the pain he's having?

Well, I wish it had made him a more
compassionate man.

Less judgmental.

No, no. It got worse.

Witnesses...

Final act. Like a criminal.

I thought I saw Stephen across the
street. I didn't even see the car

Love put him in the path of that car,
Your Honor.

That should count for something.

I'll cut you a deal, Your Honor.

I'll handle it, Roger.

My life for Stephen's.

Go ahead, send me to hell. I don't care.

I'll do anything to bring my son back to
life.

Right, Mr. Jones?

Love counts.

Young man, you will have three days at a
time in your life most

critical to the future of your soul.

How you take advantage of that time is
up to you.

No one will recognize you.

You are a free agent in the universe.

The blessing of God Almighty and his
court.

Saudi Arabia?

Did we invade Iraq again?

No, Roger. It's May 30th, 1991.

It's the day you audited Robbie Turner.

1991?

But I thought...

Can you do that? That is a part of the
deal. If we're going to go back in time,

can't we go back to the day that I lost
Steven?

Sorry, Roger.

That's not the moment that counts.

Not the moment that counts? Are you
saying that straight dog is more

than a lost boy?

Do you want to keep it down?

Remember, you're the only one who can
actually see me.

You have a second chance at saving
Robbie and yourself.

You get three days to pull it off.

How did you guys get put in charge?

We're the only game in town this side of
heaven.

Trust me.

You don't want to meet the other guys.

Next time you come into my office with
this kind of unprofessional behavior,

bring a tray.

So you have some place to put your head
after I take it off.

Now get out of here.

Damn, I was good.

And pretty, too.

Do you have an appointment to see an
auditor?

Uh, no.

No. Well, I'm afraid you're not
authorized to be in this office, then.

Well, actually, I'm here to assist in
the audit of Robbie Turner.

Who? Robbie Turner.

File's in your bottom drawer.

How would you know that?

Oh, I make it my business to know
everything.

My name is, uh... Water.

Bill, Water.

I'm a supervisor out of the D .C.
office.

Oh, well, excuse me, Mr. Water.

Welcome. Welcome to our office.

No one told me about a supervisor visit,
unless, of course, I missed the memo on

it. Are you kidding? You don't miss
anything.

By the way, I like the way you handled
that last guy, the one who just left

here. Guy's been at CPA for 15 years. He
tried to tell me he wasn't familiar

with Article 87, subsection P of the tax
code. Claimed he never received the

amended pages.

Yes. You've heard that excuse, too. Oh,
of course. Every CPA tries that one. You

know, instead of all the whining about
complicated tax laws, too much red tape,

why can't people just follow the rules?

Hey, I like you.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yeah.

Send him right up.

And that would be case 1472, who just
happens to be... Robbie Turner.

I never bother learning their names. It
seems to always complicate matters.

Now, is there something special about
this that Washington sent you?

Not that I can see, but evidently the
boss upstairs seemed to

feel it needed some special attention.

Oh, great.

It is going to be a pleasure working
with you, I'm sure. Why don't you just

yourself comfortable? Thank you.

Uh, could we use the, uh, conference
room since I'm, uh,

uh, spot checking,

spot checking?

Uh, yeah, sure. Conference room. You're
the boss. Uh, yeah. Just, uh, follow me.

Citrono, when Mr. Stovall's next
appointment arrives, send him to the

room ASAP.

Well, that's depressing.

Now there's two of them.

This is the rest of it. Covered in years
86 through 88 like you asked for.

Do you make it a habit of chewing on
your tax receipts? No.

My dogs did that.

Well, one of them did. Beasley. My
newest stray.

He's special.

Whip smart.

I weighed about four pounds when I found
him.

Skin and bones.

Now I got him up to 18.

What, do you own these mutts?

How many dogs do you have?

I don't own any of them. I just take in
strays and find homes for them. Right

now I'm boarding seven.

Last month I was up to 20.

But I place most of them except for
Beasley.

I want to keep him. He claims this
dubious occupation is his business, so

been deducting all of his household
expenses.

His business expenses.

But it is my business, I told you.

I'd run a rescue shelter.

For which you can reduce the business
permit.

Ah, apparently an elusive piece of
documentation.

Well, there's a surprise.

Mr. Stovall, I swear I have a permit.

But when my basement flooded last year,
lots of records and stuff got ruined.

If you'd just give me a chance, I know I
can track down a copy.

This audit has been going on for weeks,
and you're just now hoping to track down

your business permit?

Mr. Water.

I spend my whole life trying to save
animals from the pound and give them

lives. Things like permits just don't
weigh in heavy with my memory. Well,

this will weigh in heavy.

These are the taxes I owe? And the
accrued interest penalties.

But I'll lose everything I have.

And what about my dogs?

Well, sir, that's something you should
have thought about before you decided to

cheat the United States of America.

It's amazing how many ways people come
up with to shirk their responsibility.

Look on the bright side. At least he
didn't try to tell us that his dog

his homework.

Yeah.

Yeah, he's right here. Hold on.

It's for you.

I'll be in my office.

Yeah,

hello. Doesn't it get chilly with all
that ice running through your veins?

Jones, where are you?

Turn around.

Thought this was better than allowing
you to carry on a conversation with

someone no one else can see.

Although, after what you did to poor
Robbie, you deserve the ridicule. What

you so upset about?

Obviously, the man is trying to scam his
way out of paying his dues.

How are you so sure, huh? What do you
even know about Robbie Turner, besides

information on his tax returns?

Deny her, Earth Agent. It's not my job
to know anything beyond that.

What about as a human being?

This is why there are no angels running
the government.

Because you're all a bunch of wimps.

I'm working on them.

Excuse me, Mr. Water. I got a problem at
home. I gotta run. I'll be back in

about an hour.

Trouble? Uh, no.

The usual. My wife in cars.

Can't tell you how many times I've told
her.

Push down on the accelerator.

Hold it. Wait for 30 seconds. And then
try starting it. She never listens.

Floods it every single time.

Go with him.

What? I said I got a problem at home.
I'll be back in about an hour.

Say you want to go with him. Say it. I
want to go with you.

I mean, uh, you mind if I tag along? I
got nothing to do until I head back to

Washington.

Yeah, sure.

Come on.

There.

Satisfied?

Nothing to do with the way I start the
car.

Did you do what I told you to do?

Push down on the accelerator.

That's the big one down here. Hold it
and wait. Yes. Yes, I waited. 30

I did just what you told me to do.

Now, it's not starting for you either.
Doesn't that tell you something?

Uh, it's the automatic choke.

It's what?

Automatic choke. The same thing happened
to my wife's car. It's a design flaw,

so they recalled all of them. Elaine?

Did we get a recall notice you haven't
told me about? No, we have not.

Yeah, well, you know, they send these
things out alphabetically, and I'm a

water, it's a W, and you're a stove, and
you know how it goes with these things.

There's a lot of numbers between S and
W, and W, sometimes they start at the

end, and so it could take a year or so.

Oh.

Well, thank you very much.

Mr. Waters, you may have just saved my
marriage.

I, uh, I gotta...

Daddy, Daddy, you came home early.

Stephen, how many times have we gone
over the rules about the bicycle?

Get it off the sidewalk.

I gotta go in the house for a minute,
then we'll head back to work.

When I get back out here, I want that
bicycle in the garage.

Okay, Daddy.

Daddy's awfully busy, huh?

He's always busy. He never plays with
me.

Well, I bet he'll have some time to play
with you tonight.

Here, you want me to help you with that
bike?

Who are you?

Oh, my name is Mr.

Water. That's a funny name.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Water.

My name is Stephen.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

You okay? I didn't hurt you or anything,
did I? I'm okay.

Why are you crying?

Oh, just a little bit of hay fever.

Would you like a Kleenex?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Peter wants some breakfast.

I can't stand the way he talked to that
little boy or to his wife.

Him? You mean you, don't you?

I keep forgetting I can't believe I was
ever that fat.

Obnoxious and feeling insensitive.

Actually, I think the word I'm looking
for is despicable.

I gotta talk to him. I gotta make him
realize that he... I screwed up

Your screwing up didn't just start
yesterday, Roger.

It's been going on for years.

Years?

Not just yesterday?

Nope.

All I can say is if I ever see him
talking to his kid that way again, I'm

to bust him.

My chops.

The goal here is to change your
attitude, not your bone stretch.

I've got to change my life.

I only have two days left to do it.

What do you mean you have concerns?

About my worth?

My assistant reports to the best in the
district. I'm concerned about you,

Roger. About your family.

Believe me, my family's taken care of.

I got a 401k.

My will has been updated.

I've established a college fund for
Stephen. Even my estate planner says

never had a client as organized as I am.
Well, I'm glad that you're organized,

Roger. Because I think it's time I took
a closer look at your affairs.

An audit?

At the birth of your son, you were out
of town at an IRS seminar, is that

correct?

Yes. How can you possibly audit me? You
have none of my records.

Don't believe me, Mr. Stovall, I am
totally familiar with your case.

Now, your wife was in labor for 14
hours, yet you made no attempt to get

and be by her side, even though your
superiors urged you to go. Well, her

was with her, and quite frankly, it was
very important for my career.

Ah, so you appear to be claiming that
you love your work more than you love

wife. I didn't say that.

Disallowed.

You purchased your present house without
even giving your wife a chance to take

a look at it. You totally disregarded
her feelings or desires with regard as

where she would live or raise your son.

Is that correct?

Yes, but it was an exceptional deal and
I had to move quickly.

Total lack of empathy for your fellow
human being.

Disallowed. What kind of audit is...
Excuse me.

I ask the questions.

This isn't an audit.

Audits follow very strict rules. They're
about income versus deduction.

They're a question of hard, cold facts.
I really don't see the point in all

this. Yeah, just like you didn't see
your son yesterday. You didn't see

when he came up. He ran up to you asking
for a hug. All you could do was tell

him to put his bike in the garage.

Yes, but he knows those are the rules.
Forget the rules. He's your son.

You're not going to have him around that
long.

What?

They grow up very fast, Roger.

And they...

They go away.

What, like to college?

No, no, not like college. Like one day
they're taking a walk while you're

fishing.

And they never come back again.

And you never see them again.

Never again.

You understand, Roger?

Do you understand what I'm trying to
tell you?

No.

No, I don't.

It all starts with your family.

And it extends way beyond that. It
applies to everything in your life, to

friends, to your co -workers, to all the
relationships you have with your fellow

man.

Not everybody cheats on their taxes,
Roger.

You understand?

Not everybody cheats on their taxes.

Next, please.

I'm sorry, but we have an appointment
you can't have with an agent.

Oh, I understand that you have a
deadline.

But that's not my problem, is it?

Excuse me.

Yes, hello. Good morning. This is Agent,
uh, Water. How can I help you? Oh,

thank you. I just need to schedule an
appointment.

But every time I try to... Just slow
down a moment. Now, what's your name?

Oh, man, I almost forgot my name.

It's Raul Mendoza.

Okay, Mr.

Mendoza, how does, uh...

Friday at 2 o 'clock, Gordon Roy.

Great, that'd be great.

Good. I've got you down for Friday, 2 o
'clock.

That's going to be with Agent Roger
Stovall.

Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Rogers. No
problem.

Hey,

morning. Morning.

I can't believe this. Guess what I've
been doing all morning?

What? Sitting on hold.

This stupid phone system has me stuck on
it's a small world for hours.

It's playing over and over and over.

I'm going to stab myself with this
pencil.

Who are you holding for?

County clerk's office.

I thought I'd check up and see if Turner
was putting us on about that business

permit. I thought you already decided
to... I started thinking about what you

said. Not everybody cheats on their
taxes.

So I thought I'd try and get a copy of
the permit myself.

If he was lying, none would exist.

Forget it. I can't take any more of this
song.

It was a good idea at the time, but I'd
better get going.

The foreclosure division has people on
the way to Turner's, and animal control

is supposed to pick up the dogs at the
same time. So you're going to take away

his place?

Hey, I didn't say I was happy about it.
What am I supposed to do?

It's my job.

What now?

Ring it. Ring it.

Mr.

Stovall? Mr. Water?

What are you folks doing here? We
haven't forgotten about your case,

I'll get the money by tonight.

Forget it. I swear I will, Mr. Stovall.

It's an eviction notice, isn't it?

It's a copy of your business permit.

Agent Water insisted that we stop at the
county courthouse on the way here.

I found it.

That's okay, thank you. Fine.

Which clears up your audit problem, Mr.
Turner.

Congratulations.

You're no longer going to the slammer.

It's a little IRS joke.

What's wrong with him?

Mr. Turner, are you ill? Can I get you a
glass of water?

Relax, Roger. He's okay.

Okay? He's crying.

I believe those are called tears of joy.

Oh.

I don't believe I've ever seen those in
my line of work.

Me neither.

Till now.

Mr. Stovall, you are without a doubt the
nicest person I've ever met in a

government job.

I am?

That's not to say you aren't tough, but
you're fair too.

And that's all any of us can ask in this
lopsided world.

Just a little fairness now and then.

And thanks for using my name. Your name?

Yes, sir.

Just now you called me Mr. Turner.

I appreciate that.

I'd appreciate it even more if you
called me Robbie.

That's what my friends call me.

Sure.

Sure.

Robbie.

You hear that, guys?

We're not losing our home after all.

That reminds me.

I told my son last night I'd probably be
visiting a man with a bunch of dogs,

and he said that I had to bring this
ball for them to play with. So here you

That's from Steven.

Well, give or throw.

Who wants it?

This looks like the place where I lost
Stephen.

That's right, Roger.

Do you remember that day?

The memory of that day greets me every
morning when I wake up.

Stephen was so excited to go fishing, it
seemed to be the one thing we could do

without arguments.

He even threaded both poles, mine and
his.

Of course, he didn't do them correctly,
or actually, he didn't do them to my

standards.

I insisted on more tension.

It's ironic, isn't it?

There's enough tension between us to
choke a horse.

I want him more.

Is that why he wandered off by himself?

I grabbed the poles and threaded them
myself. When I looked up, he was gone.

Can we get out of here now?

Why would you want to do that, Roger?

Why?

Because it kills me to be here, and
unless I'm going to find...

Am I going to find Stephen?

He's right on the other side of those
trees.

Oh, thank God.

Oh, thank you.

Dad, can we go fishing now?

Oh, Stephen.

It threaded your pole.

Yeah. Look at that. She did a great job.
A great job.

Roger, honey, can you help me?

Mom's having trouble with the truck
again, Dad. All right, I'll tell you

kiddo. Let me go give her a hand, and
then we'll head to the lake.

Okay? Okay.

But I don't want you to go anywhere,
because I want to be right back.

I got that.

All right.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Sorry, honey. I think I screwed up the
four -wheel drive. The whole thing just

locked up on me.

Think you can save me?

Don't you worry, little missy. I'll have
you up and out of here in no time.

Stephen, come on. Let's go terrorize
those fish, huh?

Hey,

Stephen, come on now.

Where are you? This isn't funny.

Stephen?

Hey, Stephen, are you hiding?

Oh, God.

Oh, no, this can't happen again.
Stephen!

Roger, what's wrong, honey?

He's gone. We lost him. We've lost
Stephen.

No, he's... We've only just gone down to
the lake. You're panicking for no

reason. Steven!

Steven!

Steven!

See Deputy Weston.

Pick up a sack of supplies. We're going
to need plenty of hot coffee and a lot

of warm blankets. It's going to get
chilly out there tonight.

Any news on that rescue team from
Riverside County?

Not yet.

How about the parents? How are they
holding up? Mother seems to be doing

but last I heard, the father was beside
himself.

Lord, I hate these situations.

Honey, it hasn't been that long and
they've got lots of people looking for

I know they'll find Stephen.

Well, they didn't find him last time,
did they? What?

Last time. Why do you keep saying that,
Roger?

Jones.

Jones! Who?

Back to find him. Who's Jones?

Roger, don't go off by yourself.

I am really worried about my husband.

He had just gone off by himself to
search.

Pete. Pete. Go catch up with Mr.
Stovall. Make sure he's with one of the

I don't want him lost out there, too.

Yes, sir. He's confused. He keeps...

Talking as if this is the second time
we've lost even. That isn't true.

And he also keeps talking about
something with Jones.

I think your husband's in a little bit
of shock right now, Mrs. Stovall.

We'll keep an eye on him.

But it's important for you to stay as
strong as you can now.

Okay? We're going to do everything we
can to find your son.

to me.

You said we were back in the campground,
but we aren't, are we? No, you just put

me back in my own private hell.

I did what you said.

I changed.

I changed.

Roger of today is nothing like the Roger
of eight years ago.

Or maybe is that all part of the
punishment?

Let me see how good life could have been
if I had just been a little bit better,

and then you throw me back in this
nightmare!

Well, it's not fair!

You hear me? It's not fair!

It's not fair!

Don't you remember what Robbie said?

All we ask for in life is just a little
bit of fairness.

Well, where's the fairness here, Jones?
Where?

Come on out!

Liar!

Come on back to bed over here!

Over here!

Jones?

Jones, is that you?

Mr. Stovall?

Hey, we're coming in now.

Okay. Get away.

Take it easy now. It's a statement. Who
is this Jones? Do you think he took your

son? Yeah, and he should have taken me.
He lied to me.

Come on out, Jones!

You coward!

Careful, guys.

George, you coward!

Come here!

Okay.

You're going to be okay, Mr. Stovall.

Just relax.

I'll please just find my son.

Keep searching.

I'll get it back if you can.

We found these about a quarter mile from
the river.

They were lying about ten yards apart
like they were thrown.

Then Wayne saw a bear trap.

What about the boy? Was there any... No.
No blood. Not there, at least.

We're thinking he probably came across a
bear, threw down the poles, and took

off running.

Well, I'm going to hold off telling the
parents until we have something worth

death.

And I'm surely not going to tell them
about the bear.

They decided to show your sorry face.

Actually, I was in court. I didn't think
you'd be needing me this desperately.

Just dump them in hell and let them rot.

You aren't in hell, Roger.

Yes, I am.

I don't care what happens to me.

Just look after my boy.

I don't deserve any of this just because
I'm a jerk.

Roger, stop torturing yourself.

You've been a great father.

Great husband.

But you have to have faith.

Mr. Stovall! Mr. Stovall, come here!

Stephen! He's all right.

Hey. Hey, buddy, let me see you.

Oh.

Thank you.

Bobby.

Bobby Turner.

Well, I'll be darned, Mr. Stovall. In
the middle of your own personal crisis.

You even remember my name.

Yeah, but how are you? What are you? Mr.
Turner trains rescue dogs for searches

like these. We're lucky to get him quick
as we did. He was on another call. When

I found out it was your son that was
lost, well, I broke speed records

over here. Ain't that right, Beasley?

Ah, so this is Beasley.

One and the same.

He's my star pupil.

See, my business has sort of come full
circle from when you first knew me.

First I rescued the dogs, then you
rescued me and the dogs.

And now my dogs and I are rescue lost
folk. And your son was pretty darn lost,

might add.

Because he was chased by a bear. And
then I fell into the stream and I got

pulled down.

Oh.

Well, Beasley found him a good four
miles from here.

I'm sorry, Dad. I know I should have
waited for you like you told me to.

Oh, no, it's okay. Everything is okay.
You're back and that's all that counts.

Mr. Turner, I can't thank you enough.

We owe you our lives.

Oh, ma 'am.

Then I'd say we're just about even.

Heavenly.

No need for a reply.

We don't want all these nice people to
think you've gone nuts and taken to

talking to yourself again.

How can I ever thank you?

What?

I'm just so thankful.

We'll get you into some warm clothes.

and have him checked out by the
paramedics.

And just to be on the safe side, we
conveniently allow you to forget this

experience.

All you'll know is the life you have
now.

And from where I sit, Beasley isn't the
only lucky dog I see.

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