All language subtitles for jag.s05e08--mac-eng

Go, go, go.

Police. This is a raid.
Stay where you are, you'll not be hurt.

- Get him.
- I got him.

We have a warrant
to search the premises.

- Go.
- Hold still and don't move.

- Get down.
- I got him, I got him.

- Get back over here.
- Hands up. Hands up.

Straight ahead. This way.

Two more in the back, sergeant,
and a closet full of grass.

Hey, get a load of this.

Cocaine. Are you surprised?

Yeah.
When it comes with a return address.

You've checked this?

And double-checked it,
Mr. Secretary.

That is the colonel's address
in Panama and she is his wife.

His current duty?

He's in charge
of a drug interdiction unit, sir.

Wonderful.

Enter.

Well, I trust you packed
for a potential disaster, commander?

Well, Admiral Chegwidden
gave me the broad strokes

over the phone, Mr. Secretary.

Then let me emphasise
a few salient points

before you and Colonel MacKenzie
head for Andrews.

Now, this isn't just any Marine colonel
we're talking about.

Unfortunately, Dunston's role
in our drug interdiction unit in Panama

makes him high profile.

It will be bad enough if his wife
is involved in the cocaine trade.

But if Colonel Dunston
is in it with her,

our war on drugs turns into some
smirking hyena's comedy routine.

The 3 pounds of cocaine
the police found yesterday,

Mrs. Dunston declared
the package as cigars

and shipped them
through embassy mail.

So it was couriered to Miami
and hand-carried through customs.

Any warning signs before this, sir?

- About Colonel Dunston or his wife?
- Nothing.

Of course, we know less about her,

but 27 years of service,
Dunston's been pure Marine.

Four commendations
for Desert Storm,

fast-tracked
to be on the next year's one-star list.

He married former Olivia Banning
in 1995.

His second marriage, her first.

We need you to find out
if Dunston's turned into a criminal,

or he's just tragically blind
to whatever his wife's been doing.

An NCIS agent will brief you
when you get to Panama City.

Colonel MacKenzie is ranking officer.
You'll be in charge of the investigation.

- Yes, sir.
- Problem with that, commander?

No, sir.

- Anything else, Mr. Secretary?
- Yes.

Make sure I know what's going on
before I read it in the New York Times.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Can I help you?

Yeah, yeah.
Is Bud Roberts around?

- Lieutenant Roberts?
- Lieutenant?

That's pretty high up, isn't it?

Higher than me.
I'll see if he's in his office.

- Thank you.
- Who should I say is--?

Ron Katz.

I thought it was you.

- You were on 60 Minutes.
- Yep.

Right. Right.

Man, Wahwahpedal.com
is the greatest website ever.

Thank you. Thank you.

It's music, you know? People like--

Bud. Excuse me.

Katzenjammer?

- Bud.
- Get over here.

Hey, look at you.

- Hey, big guy.
- Hey, you look sharp.

No, look at you.

- Sir. Unbelievable, man.
- You bet.

I told you I'd make it back East.

I figured you'd be counting
all your money.

I was spending it.
I bought a Porsche.

Oh, yeah. Can you believe me cruising
around Menlo Park in a Carrera?

I can't imagine you
without an Oingo Boingo T-shirt

and the tape on your glasses.

All right. Easy, easy.

And now my wife wants me to buy her
a vacation home in the Hamptons.

Out of control.

Now, what happened to you?
Did you go down with your ship?

- No, no, I slipped on a wet pier.
- I never should've let you out of sight.

You're not safe
away from a keyboard.

Hey, look, you got some time?
I'll take you out for lunch.

We'll get some pizza. I'll buy.

I got a client waiting for me
and I have a suppression hearing.

- What about dinner?
- I can't, dude.

I've got this thing
with the Council of Economic Advisors.

- Tomorrow night, Wall Street Journal.
- What about the next night, Ronnie?

- Lunch would be better.
- Lunch, great.

- You can meet Harriet and baby A.J.
- Great.

Maybe we can get together
and play a little bit of King's Quest.

If I can find it.

- For the world championship?
- No doubt.

I'll bring the Jolt,
you e-mail me the directions.

- I will. Say, 1:00?
- Perfect.

- See you.
- Okay.

You guys really know each other?

Oh, yeah. Roommates in college.

We used to have races
taking PS2s apart

and putting them back together.

And I kept telling him
he should go into business with me.

See you.

Tiner,
friend of the lieutenant's, right?

Yes, sir. Ron Katz, the Internet guy.

Did you know
he's worth $400 million?

Blimey.
He must have a lot of gold in his teeth.

It's a mean, dirty little country.

And this city is its armpit.

So I guess you're not gonna be sad

when we finally hand the canal
back to Panama and leave.

Overjoyed.

On one condition.

December 31 st,
Colonel Dunston's ass is in jail.

Are you that sure he's gone bad,

or are you just tired of busting sailors
for smoking a joint?

Dunston's too good at his job

not to know what's in those
care packages his wife's been mailing.

Hey, NCIS is not required
to work with JAG.

I'm just showing you the sights
out of professional courtesy.

Well, we'll keep that in mind,

if the sight you promised us
ever shows up.

She just got here.

Never misses a Tuesday.

- Which one is she?
- The one in the blue dress.

Who are the other two?

The Officers' Wives Social Club.

They're planning a Christmas party.

They shop together,
they even target shoot together.

There's no way she fits in.

Looks like she does.

No, she's just faking it.

And you think that her husband

Colonel Dunston's
drug interdiction program

is a sham too, huh, Grondyke?

You're the JAG lawyers.
Why don't you ask him?

I thought we should drop by
and introduce ourselves, colonel.

It's awfully late for a hurry-up
security inspection, isn't it, Mr. Barrett?

All the troops will be out of the country
in a little more than a month.

Well, it's a perfect time
for some of Noriega's old friends

to start causing trouble, colonel.

So this isn't just somebody
at State sending down

civilian consultants to stuff
their pockets with tax dollars?

That's the usual drill.

But wait until you see
what kind of job we do

before you judge us,
Colonel Dunston.

I'm not gonna judge you at all,
Miss Madden.

I don't have the time.

The war on drugs
does not stop in Panama

just because our military presence
is ending.

But your office
is in the embassy, sir,

and embassy security
is our assignment.

You'll have to catch me
when you can.

I come and go at all hours
of the damn day.

It's a smuggler's schedule
if you wanna know the truth.

It must be tough
on your family life, sir.

My wife married a Marine officer.
She knew what she was getting into.

And she's the best, Mr. Barrett.

The absolute best.

You think she's here
to pick up decorating tips

for the Christmas party?

Yeah. Cocaine icicles.

Wait. You're not going in there.

- I what?
- Well, think about it, Mac.

- A tourist couple in a dive like that?
- It wouldn't be a first.

We'll stand out like lamb chops
in a lion's den.

Alone, I'm just one more Ionely gringo
on the prowl for company.

You got the camera, right?

Yeah, I got it right here.

So, what was it like
seeing him again?

Has he changed?

No, Harriet,
we just talked for a couple of minutes.

Well, he wasn't wearing a mask.
You must have noticed something.

Well, actually, Katzenjammer
still reminded me of a guy

who keeps the blinds closed.

- Bud.
- Okay, I kept the blinds closed too.

And I lived off
Doritos and Ding Dongs

and my favourite movie character
is HAL from 2001.

"As a computer, I find your faith
in technology amusing."

Gee,
you make your college experience

sound so exciting.

Well, it was fun, Harriet.

And it worked out great for Ron.

I mean, he just got a new Porsche
and he's buying a vacation house.

- Yeah, well, he can afford it.
- Yeah, and we can't.

Yes, but is he happy?

He's ecstatic.

Harriet, I had an opportunity
to be his partner.

It could have been me.

Everybody has a story like that, Bud.

Well, do you?

Almost everybody.

Is it really that bad?

Harriet, the one and only Ron Katz,
my pal, my roommate,

asked me to be his partner.

But?

But I thought his idea was crazy.

I mean, the Internet? Right?

I mean, who's that gonna appeal to
except nerds like us?

So you didn't have a crystal ball.

No, what I didn't have
was the guts to take a chance.

I played it safe, and look at me.

I'm a loser.

Not tonight.

We'd better get out of here.

So who's going to ask first?

Ask what?

What was a nice girl, guy, whatever
like you doing in a dump like that?

Well, I was there
to sample the local cerveza.

How about you?

I wasn't there
to watch men fight over me,

although I suppose it was flattering.

Well, your date left in a hurry.

Charming fellow.

Or maybe it wasn't a date.

Let me guess.

He's your insurance man,
there to have a chat about term life.

Oh, it's too soon for games.
I don't even know your name.

Steven Barrett.

If I'm not mistaken,
isn't that place off-limits to the military?

- Who said I was military?
- You're American.

Down here,
that's usually enough of a clue.

You asked me my name.

No, I said I didn't know your name.

Maybe I like it that way.

Oh, mystery woman.

You finally figured it out.

- Sorry I'm so slow.
- You didn't look slow back there.

It doesn't seem to be doing me
much good now, though, does it?

My hotel's the next block.
The Marquesa.

I should probably take you
to your door after what you did,

but it won't kill you to walk.

Afraid somebody
might recognise you?

I'm a mystery woman, remember?

Bye.

Bye.

Interesting investigative technique,
Sherlock.

Why follow a subject

when you can have them
give you a ride and a kiss good night?

- She's a little impulsive.
- Impulsive?

Were you gonna
strip-search her next?

Because that would really crack
the case.

Do you wanna hear
what happened in the bar,

- or do you wanna bust my chops?
- Both.

Damn. Up 18 bucks?

Mr. Katz's stock, right, sir?

- How did you know?
- Oh, I always check it, sir.

I bought a hundred shares.

- You did?
- Yes, sir.

It was an idea waiting to happen,
a searchable database for music.

I'll bet you own a lot of it.
Not that it's any of my business, sir.

Oh, you're right, Tiner. It's not.

Lieutenant Roberts, Mr. Katz said
he wanted you to be his partner.

Yeah, he did.

Jeez, sir. He makes more money
in an hour than you--

We-- I make all year.
Why didn't--?

Tiner, are you here
for any particular reason?

Yes, sir.
These papers are for you, sir.

I put a r�sum� on top, sir,
in case you see Mr. Katz again.

I hesitate. Tiner doesn't.

Terrific.

His name is Rojas. Carlos Rojas.

Runs an import-export company.

But I hear that it's having lean times.

Which may explain
why he's been moving coke

for the Sauteras family.

In fact, he's probably on the phone
with them right now

about the gringo
that's sniffing around, Mr. Barrett.

I guess
I should have just let Mrs. Dunston

get raped and killed,
huh, Grondyke?

That would have wrapped up
the investigation.

This case should have stayed
in NCIS.

- So Rojas is her connection?
- Pretty much clears the colonel.

Unless they're all in it together.

You think
that Colonel Dunston's conspiring

with the man sleeping with his wife?

We don't know
they're sleeping together.

Yeah, we do.

- I need to see you.
- Carlos.

To hold you, kiss you.

Touch you.

I don't know, Carlos.

Pull down the straps of your dress.

First, the one. Then the other.

I think we get the picture.

He called her an hour ago.

You tapped
Colonel Dunston's phone?

I tapped the phone of a criminal

who shipped cocaine
to Southern California.

But not at that bar.

Nine o'clock.

The Plaza de Francia.
By the fountain, mi coraz�n.

I'll be there, Carlos.

Grondyke, does Colonel Dunston
use snitches in his war on drugs?

- Sure.
- I'd like to meet one.

Lieutenant.
Finally emerged from the library.

I thought we were gonna have to send
the SEALs in after you.

Oh, I wish you had, sir.
All I found in there was bad news.

You know that the fear of detection

trumps the voluntary
abandonment defence?

United States v. Miller, correct?

I should have known that.

When you feel up to it,
you can come to the gym with me

and beat the fitzwillies
out of the boxing bag.

Boxing, sir?

No worries, mate.
The bag won't hit you back.

And it's great to work off stress.

I don't know if it's quite my style, sir.

No, I understand.
It's either in your heart or it isn't.

It's in your heart, sir?

I was boxing pro at 17, Bud.

Winning too.

You know,
when you hit a bloke properly

it's like it strikes a chime
in your viscera.

Wow,
I never thought about it like that.

But you say that you
quit boxing professionally?

- What happened, commander?
- Well, you know that chime?

Well, when you're the bloke
getting hit properly, you don't hear it.

All you see is stars and black lights.

Happened to me
in the small arena in Perth.

And I had this big bloody fight
set for Sydney six weeks later.

But I joined the Navy instead,
and it was happy sailing ever since.

Ever wondered
what might have happened

if you'd stayed being a boxer?

Only every day, mate.
Only every day.

You're late.

Yes. Forgive me, se�orita.
I have a big party to set up.

He's a caterer.
It's a great way to meet drug dealers.

Is that who you're working for
today?

No, no. Today, we celebrate
the departure of yanquis like this one.

We understand
you sometimes supply information

to Colonel Dunston, Bernardo.

Sometimes, yes.

We need you to do it again.

You and the lady?

Well, you are Americans.

You can speak to him any time
yourselves, yes?

And your past
can bite you in the butt.

So why don't you cooperate?

We would appreciate it, Bernardo.

Very much.

- For the lady.
- Bernardo.

We need you to tell Colonel Dunston
there will be a cocaine delivery tonight.

A man named Rojas
is giving it to an American woman.

She has a name?

Just tell him that she's the wife
of an American military officer.

Make sure that he's clear on that,
Bernardo.

The meeting takes place
tonight at 9:00

between Rojas
and the American woman

at the Plaza de Francia,
by the fountain.

Well, if Dunston shows up tonight
with his Marines,

we know he's honest.

- If not...
- He's as dirty as his old lady.

There's Rojas. Right on time.

He's not the only one.
Here comes Colonel Dunston.

Only he doesn't have his Marines
with him.

Damn.

Doesn't look like he's here
to bust drug smugglers, does it?

I told you he was dirty.

I told you. I told you.

You saw it. Let's go bust him.

- For what, Grondyke?
- It was right there in front of us.

Yeah, it was.
What exactly did we see?

Colonel Bradley Dunston
and a drug smuggler.

The head of the ever-Ioving
Interdiction Unit

hanging out with the enemy.

You have a strange idea
of hanging out.

So they were arguing about money.

Somebody probably shafted
somebody.

You could hear? I couldn't.

He should have come here
to bust Rojas.

But he was alone
and out of uniform.

I'd like to know
where Mrs. Dunston was.

She's the one
who had the date with Rojas.

The colonel probably gave the old lady
the night off from drug smuggling.

Maybe he locked her away
at home too, Grondyke.

And came here to confront Rojas
about their affair.

Let's ask her.

Ask her?

Marines, never satisfied unless
they're going head-on with something.

She's an amateur. If I come down
on her hard enough, she might crack.

I think I should interrogate
Mrs. Dunston.

If you interrogate her
the way you follow her,

you might end up proposing.

You talk to the colonel
at the same time

so they can't sync their stories.

All right.

Lieutenant Roberts,
need help with something?

Oh, no, gunny.
I'm just getting myself some coffee.

Guess I'm all set.

I'm aware of the situation, sir.

The old roommate. The Internet.

Tiner.

I'd rather not say, sir.

But we all go through things
like that.

I suppose.

It was a girl, sir.

What?

For me. It was a girl in high school.

She wanted me to take her
to the junior prom.

I had a humongous crush on her.

Well, I guess the next logical step
would be the junior prom.

But I couldn't do it, sir.

- Why not?
- I was afraid I'd look funny.

You don't look funny to me.

Well, lieutenant,
I didn't have the right clothes.

I couldn't get my father's pickup truck
because he had to work an extra job.

And this girl and her friends,
they were pretty well off.

She ended up going out
with somebody else.

Affirmative, sir. Son of a dentist.

They got married too.

I saw them
at my high school reunion.

- Really?
- Yes, sir.

She was still beautiful.

But he was kind of fat.

She got me alone
by the punch bowl.

What did she say?

You know, sir, I don't know
if this is the best story

to be telling you right now.

Gunny, what did she say?

"You should have called."

Cease fire.
Lay your weapon down.

A range safety officer will assist you
in securing your weapon.

- Olivia Dunston?
- Yes.

I'm Lt. Col. Sarah MacKenzie,
United States Marine Corps.

- Is it about Bradley?
- It's about you.

- I don't understand.
- You will.

I need you to come with me.

Lieutenant,
how's that survey coming?

Survey, sir?

The survey you're taking
about your colleagues' life decisions.

Sorry, admiral. I should be focusing
on the Fartheringham court-martial.

Walk with me.

Now, Lieutenant Tiner
seems a bit distressed.

Apparently,
you haven't gotten around to him yet.

I wasn't planning on it, sir.

For your information, his older brother
owns a topless bar in Virginia Beach.

Tiner turned down the offer
to be his day manager.

Well, that's not quite
what I'm looking for, sir.

Well, that leaves me.

I wouldn't want to pry, sir.

Well, don't let the rank
scare you, lieutenant.

You really wanna talk about
what you wanna talk about, sir?

Summers in high school,
I worked on a ranch in Wyoming.

Could have been a cowboy.

I should call my husband.

Fine.
What are you gonna tell him first?

That you're sleeping with Carlos Rojas
or that you're smuggling drugs?

Carlos? You know?

You're not very discreet,
Mrs. Dunston.

Does Brad know?
You didn't tell him, did you?

I didn't come down here
from Washington

because of your social life.
I came because of the drugs.

What drugs?

The drugs you sent to California.

Does this look familiar?

What the hell does this have to do
with embassy security?

That was a cover story, colonel.

The Pentagon sent us down here.

To investigate me?

Is that how they thank me
for tearing my guts out on this job?

For breaking up smuggling
in the Port of Panama

and raising hell
with the pipeline out of Colombia?

A bunch of Capitol Hill cowards

who never saw a tough decision
they couldn't table?

Colonel, you were observed last night
at the Plaza de Francia

with a known drug dealer,
Carlos Rojas.

- Observed by you, commander?
- Yes, sir.

Care to say
what you were doing there, sir?

I was telling that weasel
to stay the hell away from my wife.

It was supposed to be
this big adventure, you know.

Living in a foreign country.

But it was just boring
and hot and dirty.

And I didn't know anybody.
And Brad was working all the time.

I met Carlos at a reception
at the embassy.

He's a legitimate businessman.

You call cocaine
a legitimate business?

He told me
they were cigars for his uncle.

Cuban cigars.
You can't get them in the States.

Mrs. Dunston,
nobody is gonna believe that.

I swear, it's true.

So your meeting with Rojas
had nothing to do with drugs?

No, commander. It did.

I got a tip Rojas was there
to give drugs to a military wife.

You wouldn't know anything
about that tip, would you, commander?

Yes, sir. I sent it.

Commander Rabb,
I don't know you personally,

but your work is despicable.

How do you battle drug dealers,
colonel? With e-mail?

I got the tip, your tip,

and I figured if it was true,
the drug cartel was using this gigolo

to plant drugs on my wife
to embarrass me,

to discredit my mission
and shut down our war on drugs.

And I told Rojas I was on to him
and it wouldn't work.

Which is it, colonel?

You were there for the good
of the program or for your marriage?

Both, commander. They coincided.

It was my lucky day.

I thought they were cigars.
Then why don't you just arrest me?

Because first,
we have to talk about your husband.

She's my second wife.

Mary, my first,
died in an accident with our son.

Well, I'm sorry, colonel.

Walked around in a damn fog
for a couple years.

Then the Corps sent me
to PG school in Monterey.

And there was Olivia,
running a boutique in the town.

Man, she brought me back to life.

Colonel, your wife had a date
with Rojas last night.

You showed up.

Why didn't she?

I told her I was going
to the Plaza de Francia, on business.

So you thought
it was just a coincidence

that your husband
had a business meeting

at the same time and the same place
as you were meeting your boyfriend?

Yes. Or he knew about Carlos.

I couldn't ask. I just stayed home.

- What else could she do?
- You didn't tell her you knew, sir?

Commander,
I've been working 80 hours a week.

I leave her alone for days at a time.

She made a mistake.

I want the mistake to go away.

As far as you know, sir,

has your wife ever been involved
with drugs in any way?

She may have been Ionely
or angry enough to start an affair.

But she would never be
vicious enough to do anything--

To hurt his work. It's his life.

I had the affair. I am sorry.

I wish I didn't, but I did.

But that's all.

So he doesn't know much
and she doesn't know anything.

Poor dear
barely knew her own name.

Their stories fit perfectly.

Do you think the colonel
was telling the truth?

Well, if he is,

he's certainly not competent to be
running a drug interdiction program.

Fooled by his own wife.

Millions of husbands
are fooled every day.

Not like this, Mac.

Harm, she practically seduced you
the other night.

- She did not.
- You knew I was watching.

Oh, I see. Otherwise,
she would have swept me off my feet.

Because we men are weak
before the power of this vixen, huh?

Well, so far your team
is not doing too good with her.

So you obviously think
she's lying, then?

You think she's telling the truth?

Guys like Rojas prey on women
like Mrs. Dunston, Mac.

What? Now she's the victim?

- It's possible.
- No, it's not.

There's a lot of offshore banks
here in Panama.

Hush, hush. Top secret.

But I have my sources.

Olivia Banning.
That's her maiden name.

Four deposits into an account
at the Panama branch

of the Consolidated Bank
of the Turks and Caicos Islands.

Eighty thousand dollars
in her name.

I guess
those were very expensive cigars.

You.

Me.

I hope you didn't get the wrong idea
from the other night.

I'm Lt. Cmdr. Harmon Rabb,
United States Navy, Mrs. Dunston.

I'm with her.
And Agent Grondyke, the NCIS.

Well, I already spoke to your friend.
I don't have anything else to say.

But, Mrs. Dunston,
we never got around to the topic

of your secret bank account.

What bank account?

The bank account with $80,000
in your name, Mrs. Dunston.

Carlos, he asked me to open up
an account as a favour.

You never smuggled cocaine.
And now this account isn't yours?

Do you really expect us to believe
anything you say?

I was such a fool.
No one was ever so stupid.

I really thought
they were cigars, at first.

And then I became suspicious

and Carlos told me
what I had been doing.

And I wanted to stop,
but he wouldn't let me.

I had to keep sending drugs
because I had been sending drugs.

Or he threatened to tell
your husband, right?

He threatened to tell the world.

Oh, God.

I just couldn't let that happen.

I couldn't let anything
happen to Bradley.

And the bank account?
You never took a penny?

No. I just wanted to keep my husband
from getting into trouble.

To protect the anti-drug program,
you had to keep smuggling drugs.

I know what it sounds like,
but I didn't have a choice.

I'm supposed to see Carlos tonight.

He has some cigars for me
to put in the embassy mail.

It's not gonna be happening.

Oh, yes, it will.
So we can catch Rojas in the act.

No, I think Mrs. Dunston
should make an airline reservation.

What? Why?

Rojas is working
for the Sauteras family, right?

It's their drugs he's shipping.

So if they got the idea that Rojas
was hanging on to tonight's package

so he could run off
with his girlfriend,

how do you think they'd react?

They'd use him as shark bait.

I want you take her
to the Air Panama office.

Have her buy tickets for herself
and Carlos Rojas

to somewhere exotic and far away.

- Why?
- If the Sauteras family hears this,

Rojas will be so busy
running and hiding

that he won't have time
to discredit your husband.

Take her shopping.

Airline tickets, maybe
a couple of suitcases for her trip.

Since when did it become our mission
to avoid discrediting Colonel Dunston?

We're supposed to use our initiative.

Would you rather protect
the war on drugs

or make sure
that an officer's wife gets arrested?

You're protecting Colonel Dunston,
not the program.

The program can withstand
a little embarrassment, Mac.

Colonel Dunston is the one
facing the garbage-patrol command.

Which he doesn't deserve, okay?

Just because his wife is a messed-up
bunny who got lost in the tropics.

If he can't control his wife--

He deserves to get divorced,
not drummed out of the corps

that he has served well and loyally
for 27 years.

This is Marine
sticking up for Marine.

- Don't think that I don't see that.
- Harm, I know what's going on here.

Colonel Dunston might be able
to control the border with Colombia,

but there is no way
that he could've controlled her.

- I don't know about that.
- Well, you don't have to.

I'm in charge here. Remember?

Yes, ma'am.

Colonel, may I at least know

how the Sauteras family
are gonna find out

about Rojas' fictional travel plans?

Our friendly snitch, Bernardo.

So Bud's not drowning
in McHale's Navy?

No. He's already won some cases
against the best lawyers in JAG.

- In JAG? Are they good?
- You bet.

Just the other week, he was trapped

with this lunatic ex-SEAL
who stole a submarine.

Whoa, dude.

No, it's not like
I saved the day or anything.

No, it's like he saved New York City.

Harriet, that's classified.

How long does he do that?

Cry?

He could cry all night long
if he had a mind to.

Couldn't you, A.J.? That's my boy.

Are you guys planning a family,
Marcy?

We really don't have time.

Yeah, maybe in three or four years.

Right now, we wanna travel
and settle on our second home

so I can start decorating.

Ron, what time did we say
that we'd be at the Corcoran?

- Oh, holy moly. We're gonna be late.
- Yeah.

She's crazy about art.
She arranged a private tour for us.

- Can you believe that?
- Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

There he goes again.

Harriet, thank you so much.

- Very nice, thank you.
- Beautiful home. Everything's great.

Bye. Say bye-bye.

Hey, Bud.

I still wish we worked together,
dude.

Yeah, maybe next time there,
Katzenjammer.

- I'm holding you to that.
- Okay. I'm serious.

- Okay, bye.
- I'll see you.

Bye-bye, guys.

Well, she's pretty.

Well, yeah. It's just. . .

She's not the type of woman
that I imagined

Katzenjammer would end up with.

Well, when you knew him,
he was living on cold pizza,

sleeping in week-old underwear.

Now he has $400 million.

Right.

Sweetie, I know you think
you made the wrong choice,

but if you'd gone to work
with Katzenjammer,

you never would have gone
into the Navy,

never would have met me,
we wouldn't have been married,

and baby A.J. Wouldn't even exist.

And we wouldn't be having
this conversation,

or any conversation.

I wouldn't give you guys up
for the whole world.

Then what's the problem,
sweetheart?

There is no problem.

Is there a problem, Bernardo?

No. No, no, no.

It's--

Well, yes. Yes, there is, maybe.

Which is it?

Oh, no. No, you don't have to worry,
se�orita bonita.

I can get the word
to the Sauteras family.

You know,
a friend of a friend, how it goes.

But--

This is the truth,
that Rojas is running away?

You can take it to the bank.

You know, if I tell them a lie:

Well, the way I see it, Rojas is the one
who will need to worry.

Yes.
And who cares about him, yes?

I will get the word
to the Sauteras family.

Great.

And in the meantime,
until we meet again,

beautiful lady.

Well, I guess
you won't wash that hand again, huh?

So, colonel, what happens
if Rojas doesn't run fast enough?

War has casualties, commander.

And, anyway,
we're gonna warn him.

What, with Bernardo again?

No, we're running low on petty cash.
We may have to do it ourselves.

- Yes?
- Colonel, it's Grondyke.

Listen, Olivia slipped out
the bathroom window.

- How long ago?
- Fifteen minutes. I'll come there.

- No, no. Keep looking there.
- All right.

Grondyke.

Mrs. Dunston went into a ladies' room
and snuck out through a window.

Maybe she liked your idea
about taking a trip.

With Rojas?

Call Grondyke back.
Get Rojas' address, huh?

Harm, that's Mrs. Dunston's car.

Cover me.

Harm?

This was the only way.

For her husband?

For her husband.

What was she doing here?

She came to see Rojas, sir.

To tell him their affair was over.

- You know that?
- Yes, sir.

She told us.

And she asked us to tell you
she loved you.

She said that?

She must have said it
to Rojas too, sir.

That's why he killed her.

You never saw me with Olivia,
did you?

No, sir.

We were good together.

So did you see her soul
ascend to heaven

in a golden chariot too?

The case is closed, Grondyke.

With him still on the job?

His hands are clean,

and his wife thought
she was shipping cigars.

Cigars?

That's what the lady said.