All language subtitles for Human Target (1992) 1x06 Chances Are VO 480p

I hereby sentence you life imprisonment.

Next on Human Target.

Do you know this man?

All my life. I've been in town one day
and I'm right back where I was 20 years

ago. What do you want from me, Dad?

I'm not saying that your dad is the
easiest guy to get along with. You know

that... He's my son.

And I love him a lot. When was the last
time you said that?

And so I urge the court not to forget
his acts of philanthropy, the respect

and admiration which he enjoys in his
community, his volunteer work.

Your Honor, I submit to you a man...
Nothing to chase, Mr. Willits. You're

bleeding baby kissing.

What are you looking for?

Ten years.

Ten years.

And yet, I look at the record and I...

See, one of the most brutal and vicious
men I've ever had to sentence.

Please stand, Mr. Reggiano.

Vincent Reggiano, I concur with the
prosecution's assessment of your crimes

and your character.

And I hereby sentence you to the maximum
penalty that the law allows.

Life imprisonment.

Without possibility of parole.

Night, Judge.

Good night, Sam.

Judge Schlosser.

Well, I guess thanks are in order.

For what?

For putting that animal away where he
can't hurt anyone again?

Yeah.

And for staring him down. I saw that
look he gave you.

Well, I won't lose any sleep worrying
about Vince the Hidden Man Reggiano.

So, we're two free adults again, Jed.

Trial's over.

That's true, Mary.

But you know, I still have my own
private conflict of interest.

Paperwork up to the ceiling.

Do it later.

Mary, there is no later with you.

The last time we went out, I got home at
3 a.m. Oh, but what a time we had.

Yes, that it was.

No, no, no. I'll take a rain check.

You're lost.

I know, I know.

I hope you're on overtime.

What's happening?

He got an outage on his plug somewhere.

All right, good luck.

I don't believe this. You're telling me
that all these came in in the last two

days? All 23 of them.

Why don't you just read them off, we'll
weed out the nose, and we'll prioritize

the rest.

Okay.

Let's see, the first one, listen to
this.

We got an alligator wrestler from
Sarasota, Florida.

The guy wrestles 400-pound reptiles all
day long, and he's afraid that his

wife's trying to whack him for the
insurance.

Ah, we'll follow up on that one next.

Next. We have an unemployed welder in
Akron, Ohio.

He's pretty certain that Satan's trying
to kill him.

Standard form letter on that one. We're
good, but not that good.

What's up, guys?

ETA one hour and 22 minutes till New
Orleans jambalaya.

Process and request, huh?

Damn, man, you'd think it was National
Assassination Week.

What's this?

What?

This one's from the phone logs with a
private number on it.

And it's a request for service from a
criminal judge.

Well, that sounds like a definite
possibility. What's the age?

Forget about the age. How about locale?

Where? Boston, Mass.

Oh, that's a big passola, baby.

Yeah, but it's got a tag that says
personal for Chris.

Then I better see it.

Right here.

Did you hear where the location is?

Do you know this man?

All my life.

Judge Jerry Schlosser.

Why don't I just call him personally and
tell him that our caseload is just too

heavy right now? No, I'm taking the
case.

Jeff, bring her around. Plot us into
Boston.

Roger.

Chris, is Judge Schlosser someone
everyone knows?

If what you mean is my father knowing,
the answer is yes. He's been one of his

best friends for over 30 years.

Well, Boston's a big place.

My neighborhood isn't.

I'm taking the case, okay?

The guy that I referred you to a couple
of years ago, the guy with the cannery.

Frank Lemke. Right.

Well, he told me about all of this.

Afterwards.

But I never imagined it.

Chris, it's so good to see you.

Good to see you, too, sir. It's been too
long.

Your sister's wedding, right? I mean,
how long ago? Three, four years? Seven.

Can you believe that?

Seven? Oh, God, it has been that long.

Well, have you talked to your sister?
Have you talked to your dad?

Actually, it was my plan just to see
you, Jerry, find out what's going on

and... Sit down.

You haven't, um... Oh, no, no, no, no,
no.

Not a word.

And, of course, our agreement is still
in play. They know nothing about the

human target.

Good.

It has to be that way, for them and me.

No, I understand.

You look great, Chance.

You still chasing the ladies?

Oh, of course.

And vice versa.

All right, let's talk about it.

What's going on?

Well, I know you're going to think this
sounds crazy, but I'm pretty sure that

somebody tried to electrocute me. So you
said, but you also said it might have

been an accident.

Yeah, but not anymore.

I checked with the power company.

There was no record of any trouble in
that area, nor had they sent out any

linemen that night.

So two and two is starting to look like
four.

Yeah, I agree.

Any candidates?

For a sitting judge?

Well,

my latest bad guy is Vince Reggiano, a
hitman.

I just sentenced him to life.

Okay, we'll start with Reggiano.

We'll stay here for the duration.

Right, I'll go home and get some things
and I'll come back.

No, I mean starting now, Jerry.

Oh, well, Chris, my boy, I think we have
a little problem here, or you do.

Tonight's your father's retirement
party.

Retirement? Yeah, I'm sorry about the
timing.

I didn't know some maniac was going to
try to kill me now.

Dad sold his business?

Yeah, to Tom.

A bunch of the folks are getting
together at McLarty's.

And I'm going.

Yes, enjoy yourself. Have a great time,
okay?

Hey, look who's here. Oh, hi. Welcome.

I'm so glad you could make it.

And listen, everything is on the house.
Don't try to pay for anything.

Didn't you tell me you were coming? Are
you listening, Dad?

How long are you going to be here?

Well, one question at a time. Oh, okay.
How long are you here for?

I'm not sure. I'm here on business.

I've got a lot of meetings. Now, don't
try to weasel out.

You too,

Susan.

Let's go see Dad.

Okay. All right.

Hi, Dad.

Hey, Chris.

Sit down.

You hungry? They got great ribs here.

Still got quite a grip.

It's good to see you, Dad.

Yeah, you too. You too.

Sit down.

Well, how about that, Jerry?

Kid made it after all. Sure, out of
respect for the agent.

You want to call me agent, you better
start beating me at handball. Get lost.

Don't go far.

Well, good of you to stop by.

And what are you drinking these days?

You want wine?

You want some French designer water?

No, beer's fine, Dad.

Beer.

Beer.

Hiya, pal.

Sue tells me that you're still with the
VA.

Still doing the same stuff?

Yeah, still in administration.

What the hell's administration, anyway?
You're the boss of anything?

I'm in middle management.

If you want to know how much money I
make, I'm not going to tell you.

Well, you're one of those GS numbers. I
could get that with a phone call.

Did you ever think of looking into
another kind of work?

I enjoy what I do.

Okay. Good.

That's important.

The only thing that counts.

You've got to like what you do. Yeah.

A waist, though.

Brain like yours.

Come on, Dad.

I'll start. Okay.

Start what?

Huh? You... No, really. Start what?

You could have been governor.

Could have been a surgeon. Could have
played with the cells. Well, you've

grown a couple of inches. You could
have.

I hadn't been told if I could have sung
opera.

Okay, okay.

Paper shuffling.

Jeez.

day for me. Big day.

I finally scored.

I just sold my business to my son-in-law
who doesn't realize he paid twice what

it was worth. And while I'm laughing all
the way to the bank, he's going to be

working twice as hard for half the
money.

I want to say I'm really pleased that
Jerry Schlosser is here.

He's been my friend since I stole his
crayons in the third grade.

Judge, I want to thank you for all the
years since you've been taking care of

my parking tickets.

And my beautiful daughter, Susan, who's
a smart girl, earned a master's degree

in education. I just wish she was smart
enough to get a job that paid some

money.

And now, I am very proud that my son,
uh,

uh, help me, somebody.

Christopher!

Chris, that's it.

I'm really glad that Chris got back here
for my retirement.

I guess he figured he had to do it once
before I croaked because that's probably

the next time I'm going to see him.

All right, everybody.

Here we go.

Okay.

I feel like Al Capone.

So, all in all, how did the reunion go?

Pretty much like all the others.

Five minutes into the room and he's
sticking the needle in me. Yeah, and

you're digging in your heels.

Hey, I'm not saying that your dad is the
easiest guy to get along with. You

noticed. Oh, yeah, I noticed.

And I noticed something else, too.

Now, you can tell me to butt out if you
want to, but I was watching both of you.

And I saw a kid who loved his father so
much it hurts.

Of course I love him, Jerry. He's my
dad, you know, but... Yeah, but he...

Keeps riding you like a Brahma bull.

I know, I know. But that's the way he
is. He cares.

And caring seems to be the major problem
here with both of you.

The question is, are you two ever going
to get over it?

Remember you said to tell you to butt
out?

Touché, touché.

What? Do you smell gas?

Listen, as soon as the detectives are
finished with Jerry, I want you to drive

him to his house.

And then you get on home. Your room's
ready.

I've got a room at a hotel, Dad, but
thanks anyway.

Oh.

Uh-huh.

Whatever.

No skin off my nose if you want to waste
your money.

Well, the police are done with me for
now. And I feel bad about it, having

deliberately lied to you. No, it's
better that way. Let them think it was

just a leak in a gas room. Well, it was
a leak, all right. And it was started by

someone. Yeah, the guy who was trying to
kill you.

If they throw a cordon around you,
they'll just scare him off. Yeah, but

then he'll be coming after you.

That's how it works, Jerry.

Human targets.

Okay, let me run a complete scan on
Vince Reggiano, known as Celsius Family

to Works.

Right. Who else might want to take you
out, Jerry?

Oh, besides Reggiano?

Could be, uh, any one of hundreds of
people I've sent to jail.

You got it? Yep.

I'll check all parolees and possible
escapees.

Also, anyone who's, uh, served a time,
say, within the last month.

No problem.

Well, here's a job that should come in
for you that we intercepted from that

phony hotel number we set up for you.

Dinner at your sister's.

With a judge.

Oh, I mean, for seeing me being two
people at the one dinner party. Yeah.

Your father's going to be there also.

I can have Jerry call and decline.

I'll tell her I'm going to be there.

Okay.

How long have you been single?

Since my wife Molly divorced me 20 years
ago.

Any serious relationships with women?

Chris, all my relationships with women
have been serious.

Maybe we should check John's husband for
suspects.

Now look, I'm active, I like women, I'm
discreet, I'm careful, and I'm ethical.

That's good. Let's try it.

What do you think?

Wow.

It's quite sobering.

You know, I really have to take off five
pounds.

But, Chris, I've been thinking.

I can't do this.

What's the problem?

As a judge, I've got a public
responsibility.

I decide matters of life and death.

I'm not perfect, but I'm what the people
of the Commonwealth have paid for.

For better or for worse.

And that's what they ought to get.

So I'm going to take my chances.

Take your chances?

Relax.

You're going to be right there with me.

All rise.

Superior Court of the Commonwealth of
Massachusetts, Department 25, Judge

Gerald W. Schlosser presiding is now in
session.

Be seated.

Excuse me.

All right, first refer to the docket
just below the gavel.

The guy with the ponytail.

That's the prosecuting attorney, Bob
Siegel. Watch out for him. He's a shark

and an unethical one. He'll push you as
far as he can.

the first item on the docket.

In the matter of Wilson versus the
Commonwealth of Massachusetts, case

number 2533, is counsel ready?

Mumble, you gotta mumble. What are you
shouting about?

You've done this 10,000 times.

You've done this 10,000 times.

Beg your pardon, sir?

Oh, nothing.

Please continue.

Thank you.

Your Honor, the prosecution would like
to reintroduce our motion of last week

for a change of venue, a prejudicial
aura.

hangs over this court.

But shut him down. He's trying to
undermine your authority.

I've already ruled on that. Tell him.
With community residence.

I would remind the district attorney
that his motion was denied and will not

be entertained again. I hope that is
clear.

Well,

here. Conservation is becoming a really
big issue. So I ordered a gross of these

high efficiency bulbs.

$5.95 a piece.

Retail. What am I going to sell him?
Ta-da!

Angel hair pasta with marinara. Chris
made the sauce.

Uh-oh.

Joke, okay.

I'm sure it's great.

Chris, will you sit up? You look like
you've got a broken spine.

You know, I ran into an old friend the
other night at the party.

Frank Warner.

Did you get an opportunity to speak with
him?

No, I didn't.

Yeah, what I was telling him about you.

He seems to know sort of what a hospital
administrator does.

And he just said that he might have a
place for a guy like you.

Dad?

No, no.

Now just hear me out.

This is a good deal.

Frank said it was a vice presidential
level position.

And you know that that steel fabricating
plant of his is going great guns.

Dad, I have a job.

Yeah, well.

What's that supposed to mean? Yeah,
well, what?

Okay, you got a job.

But this with Frank is a great chance.

Big money.

Chris, you got your whole life ahead of
you. Look, maybe we should just talk

about this later.

Later? Why?

What's the matter with now?

We always used to talk at the table.

No, you used to talk at the table. We
just listened.

Hey, come on. Oh, yeah. Oh, what was
wrong with the country? What was wrong

with society?

What was wrong with me?

Chris, I really... No, Susie, I've been
in town one day, and I'm right back

where I was 20 years ago, hearing about
my clothes, my hair, my posture at the

dinner table, what I do for a living, on
and on about me. What do you want from

me, Dad?

Well, for one thing, I'd like you to
keep a civil tone in your sister's

house. Do you ever get tired of
belittling me? Do you want to take a

break? Or is it just some knee-jerk
thing with you, some biological

response?

I'm going to make a call.

How's the family dinner going?

Great. What is it, Libby?

Yes, well, I wish I had better news for
you.

There have been no paroles or escapes of
people the judge has sentenced for over

a year now.

Everyone's safely locked up.

What about Reggiano?

No operation.

No contacts on the street.

How about in prison?

His first day in, he got into a fight.
He's in solitary.

He'd have to be directing somebody by
telepathy to be behind this thing,

Chris.

I'm sorry. We're back at square one.

Out.

In light of this new witness for the
defense, the state asks for one week's

postponement in the proceedings, if that
meets with the bench's approval, sir.

The request for postponement is granted.

This court is adjourned.

All rise.

How's the workload?

Oh, uh, fine, fine.

Great. Busy tonight?

Well, I... Get back!

Get back!

Stay down, I'll kill him!

I swear I'll kill him! Keep it in!

I said get back!

I'll kill him! I swear I will! Stay
back, I said!

Yes? You got a minute?

I, uh, heard about the excitement out in
the hallway.

There was nothing.

Is this something else?

Yeah.

I need to talk to you.

Listen.

I just got off the phone with the State
Bar Association. Are you really going to

go ahead with this thing?

Oh, and you think I shouldn't?

No. No, listen.

We had a locked jury.

Somebody changed their vote and we
convicted. It happens all the time. Does

it? Yeah.

Or we start all over again with a
retrial. All of that time, all of that

expense.

The guy was guilty. You know that,
Judge.

But that's not really the point, is it?

I guess not for you.

I guess you'd rather listen to a bunch
of hallway gossip and start this witch

hunt against me. This is not a witch
hunt. Oh, it's not?

I mean, running to the state bar asking
for an investigation of jury tampering?

You'll find nothing, Judge, because
there was no impropriety.

So why don't you just satisfy yourself
on that and drop it?

Don't go to the bar.

Well, if what you say is true, then you
shouldn't have any fear of an

investigation. Yeah.

But if word gets out that the probing
around it will have the appearance of

trouble, don't you understand?

That's enough to do damage.

Now, I don't think that either one of
us, me or you, would particularly relish

having a public view into our lives
outside of the courtroom.

Is that a threat, Mr. Siegel?

Absolutely not.

I just think you might want to think it
over.

Thank you, sir.

Absolutely not. I just think you might
want to think it over.

That little worm.

How dare he threaten me?

But you were brilliant, though.

Really. Bad living the way you did?

You know, maybe you should go to law
school.

Oh, thanks.

Have a seat. You want some coffee? Yeah,
thanks.

Since my brilliance will only take us so
far, why don't you tell me what that was

all about?

Oh, well, Siegler prosecuted a murder
before me about four months ago.

It was a big front-page trial. You know,
a guy is accused of killing his wife.

Siegler's thinking of running for
office, and this was the kind of case

that could maybe make a big splash for
him.

Anyway... The jury gets hung five times.

And word was that one of the jurors was
holding Al for acquittal. Then it

changed. Overnight.

And just before I'm getting ready to
declare a mistrial, the vote changes.

Siegler gets his conviction.

And two weeks of great media exposure.

A short time later, I receive an
anonymous tip.

Siegler had had contact with one of the
jurors.

I never heard which one.

But supposedly, Siegler's contact was
working outside of the proceedings.

I called the state bar and asked for an
immediate investigation.

Why didn't you tell me this during our
briefing?

Well, it didn't seem that important.

If tampering is proven, what will that
mean? What will happen to Siegler?

First, disbarment.

Later, a criminal trial.

And he's ruined, right?

Uh-huh.

Well, that sounds like a pretty good
murder motive to me, Jerry.

I suppose it does.

But look, Siegler is a major creep, but
he's no fool and he's no killer.

Okay, okay, but he does have a reason
and he does have access to social

calendar.

What else does he have on you, Jerry?

What do you mean?

Threat. Oh, well, maybe he meant my
dating a few of the female

lawyers who occasionally appear before
me.

And before you get on your high horse, I
want you to know that I never dated any

of these women during a trial.

Or if it was a major issue, I would have
disqualified myself.

Okay, okay, relax.

I just need to know.

So what now?

Well, we investigate Mr.

Siegel's extracurricular activities.

Can you get us a list of the jurors on
the trial?

Oh, sure.

Okay, that'll give Libby a starting
point.

Well, you better get going.

Tuesday, 1 o'clock, Billiards, with
Harry Chance.

Afterward, at the club, a workout.

Can't I... Can't you just cancel?

It's a standing game for over 20 years.

We can't cancel. We never cancel.

I mean, if I don't show up, he'll know
something is wrong.

Well, that sounds like my dad.

Yeah.

Well,

I don't know.

I don't know what's wrong with that kid.

Dinner last night at Susan's.

We get to talking, he walks out, doesn't
touch his meal, just walks away.

You're shot.

Why do I think you probably gave him a
reason?

Reason? Chris never needed a reason to
get honked off.

Stubborn little... Okay, so I was trying
to teach him something, you know?

Make a point to him, like I'm supposed
to do. There are cases where a father

tells his kid what to do and the kid
doesn't.

Like my father did with me.

Well, it seems to me that's the problem.
You keep trying to relive it all.

And what's wrong with that?

I did learn a few things along the way.
And so did your son, Chris.

No, he hasn't yet.

Look, Jerry, I grew up like you did.

Through the hard times.

No work, no money, nothing. You, you got
the brains to go to law school. Me, I

scraped. Had to scrape along selling
nuts and bolts.

You made a good living, Harry.

Yeah, I got a decent living going. And
along comes Chris. Good-looking kid.

Oh, smart as a whip. Hell of an athlete.
Got that kid. Oh, God.

Wasn't scared of anything. And me, right
in there, trying to help him any way I

can. And what does he do with it all?

Throws it away.

Leaves home.

Throws it all away.

God.

You know, all I wanted was...

that he'd have something a little bit
better than what I had.

Anything wrong with a father wanting
that?

No.

God, I don't want him to end up like me.

You know, Jerry, I got a picture in
here.

I see my kid some years from now,
getting a little flabby, losing his

hair, blowing out 65 candles in a cake
somewhere and saying to himself, I blew

it.

I'm nothing but a paper shuffler.

And the game's up.

And when I think of that, it breaks my
heart.

Yeah, let's go to the club.

I need a workout.

Why don't you try something new?

I mean, Harry, why don't you try saying
to yourself, whatever Chris wants to do

is fine with me.

It's his life, not mine.

I mean, what if Chris is happy doing
whatever it is he's doing?

He can't be happy.

I'd know if he was.

What's so damn funny?

He can't be happy. I'd know it.

You don't get it, Harry.

I mean, look.

Suppose Chris's life isn't perfect.

But he's doing the best he can, just
like you did.

Like we all did.

Let him go, Harry.

I mean, trust him to live his own life.

He's not you, Harry.

Yeah, but he's my son.

And I love him a lot.

When was the last time you said that?

Hey, boss.

How's the workout?

I got my heart rate up. You got
something?

Yes, one Joseph Abato, juror in the
Siegler case. I'm going to scroll some

information for you. You ready?

Go. Okay. Here's Mr. Abato's deposit for
the past six months.

You see this one? That's the little
devil that's got me interested.

$3,500 deposited the day before the
conviction.

And Chris, it was deposited in cash.

So either Mr. Abato got lucky at the
track... Or it's a bribe. Yeah.

Address?

419 Largemont. Do you want me to throw a
map up on the screen?

No, I grew up here, remember?

Right.

Over. Out.

Mr. Votto?

Mr. Votto, I'd like to talk with you.

Mr. Botto?

Joseph Abado is dead.

Joseph Abado?

A juror before you a few months ago.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, in the Sigler case.

How did he die?

He was shot nine millimeter in the back
of the head while he read the morning

paper.

Oh, my God.

Sigler.

It's gotta be him. Who else has a reason
to kill you and Abado?

Chris, now look, Sigler's a lawyer and a
smart one. He'll have alibis. Yeah.

Probably, but he's also going to be
worried and he's going to be nervous,

and that's our edge.

Yeah, well, what are you going to do?

Flush him out, Jerry, flush him out.

You ready? Yeah.

You wanted to see me?

Yes.

You know, you made a very serious
mistake, and it's going to cost you.

Everything. What are you talking about?

You shouldn't have killed Joseph Abato.

What?

Abato? When?

Yesterday morning.

I was in court from 9 o'clock on
yesterday morning. Hundreds of people

saw me.

I know, I know.

You didn't do it yourself any more than
you could go after me yourself.

That's what friends are for.

You're crazy.

You know, I don't think it would be very
difficult for a...

Up and coming DA to find an accomplice.

I'm gonna bring you down.

I want him taken out tonight.

I got the Abato guy like you said, but I
don't know about another run at the

judge. Not that I ain't grateful.

Yeah, and remember that.

You'd be rotting in jail right now if I
hadn't covered up that beating.

What should we call that poor woman?
Your girlfriend?

Okay, you got me out of a jam.

And like I said, I'm grateful.

But this debt's got limits, Ziegler.

I'm the one sticking my neck out here. I
just don't know if I want to do that

anymore, unless it's worth my while.

Okay, that's fair.

$10,000.

You do them tonight, then you come back
here. I'll have the money.

Mr. Ziegler, I think we got a deal.

Yeah. Sorry, Judge. You going to be
working late?

No, Sam. I'm just packing it in.

Good. You've been working too hard.

Oh, look who's talking. You're still
here.

Just being careful.

I'll walk you out. Good night, Judge.

Good night, Judge.

Hey, Sam. Open the door for me, will
you?

Well, thank you, Sam.

You're so kind.

You're a real prince.

Yeah? Good one.

Come on in, Sam.

Quite a mess, huh?

Things got busted up pretty good when
you tried to kill me after you shot the

judge.

I guess you just sort of flipped out,
Sam.

I'm sorry.

Sam couldn't make it.

Oh, I was going to come down and see you
anyway when I saw all that stuff on the

news. Jerry, you are getting to be a
regular American hero.

Taking on two armed guys who are trying
to kill you.

Well, thanks, Harry, but that wasn't
what I wanted to see you about.

Oh? Yeah, well, you know, I wanted to
finish that talk we had playing

billiards yesterday.

Oh, hey, look.

I'm sorry about that. I had no business
spilling my guts to you about my kid.

That's not your problem.

Well, yes, in a way, it is.

You know, you said some very nice things
about Chris, and I got to thinking.

Here's two people who are so busy
throwing jabs and blocking punches.

that they never get around to saying
what is really important.

Well, that pattern started a long time
ago.

Uh-huh.

It started when you were a heavy-handed
young father trying all the wrong ways

to teach his son about life.

Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute, Jerry.

No, no, no, no, no. Wait here. Let me
finish.

I mean, Chris was wrong, too.

But he was a teenager.

He didn't understand.

Couldn't put it into words what he was
feeling. So it came out as anger and

resentment.

Anyway, it's all ancient history now.

True. But you got to forget about it.

Stop rehashing it and start all over.

I think it's time I showed you my
office.

I owe you one, Schlosser.

Well, knowing you, I'm sure you'll get
back at me somehow.

So, Chris, you're going to stay a couple
of days? Yeah, Dad and I have some

plans. Wonderful, wonderful.

Ready on the flight, Dad, Chris.

Uh, Jerry, I wanted to see your flight.

Why don't you co-pilot for Jeff? Of
course.

Oh, listen.

I got about a million questions, you
know, to do with all this. Yeah, and

I'll answer every one, but I want you to
stand by our agreement.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Hush, hush.

I'll just keep complaining to people
that you're working in the VA.

Okay.

Anyway, what am I going to tell them? I
understand about a doctor, an

accountant, but a human target?

Come on, Dad, I'll show you the left.
Okay, okay.

First question.

I'm not going to answer that one.

What? What do you mean?

You didn't know what I was going to ask.
Yes, I do.

You're going to ask me how much money I
make.

I bet you didn't know what I was going
to say after that.

Know what?

Most amazing thing I've ever seen.

I'm very proud of you, son.

Next on Human Target. You are now
trespassing. Why is Dr. Robillard and

his so-called church buying up the
valley? Get in the car.

Religious paramilitary group. These guys
are really crazy. Only a very few will

be left to populate the next evening.

You get the seatbelt on?

Faith.

You're still a man, Crip. You're allowed
to fall for somebody.

Tomorrow at 7, 6 Central, Corky meets
the girl of his dreams, but will her

parents put an end to the romance?

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