11x17 - My b*llet

[bunniefuu]

[dramatic music]

This is John Vianney.

He's a member of our security team,

and he'll be Mr. Sumner's decoy for the duration.

Better get a new hairdresser, John.

[man] Now to the greatest extent possible, Mr. Sumner,

we suggest that you conduct your business from home.

But if you do have to leave for some reason...

It's easier for you to send checks than to see me.

[man] ...you usually drive, and we send a follow car .

You will proceed later in one of our cars,

or preferably the helicopter.

Makes it tough going out for pizza.

[man] We will alert security upon your arrival.

John and his escort, they will take the main engines.

And there's a service ...

This is wild. You don't even know one thing about me.

[man] Among other precautions, there will be

a change in hair color.

Would you mind dyeing your hair?

Mr. Sumner.

Mr. Sumner?

Would you be adverse to dyeing your hair for the duration?

For the duration?

Well, until the perpetrators are apprehended.

Dye my hair?

I think I'd paint my toenails for the duration

if I could get you clowns out of my life.

I got a security team,

a bunch of rejects from the police academy,

and a bevy of cops from the Comedy Store.

I think it's time for me to exit here.

[theme music]

[male narrator] Previously on Knots Landing.

-At your wedding, when the-- -Gary!

...says if anybody has any objection to this marriage,

speak now or forever hold your peace,

I'm going to yell "r*pist, r*pist, r*pist."

If any of you can show just cause

where they may not lawfully be married,

speak now or else forever hold your peace.

[expl*si*n]

Show everyone how much you miss your daughter,

now that you don't have to be a father to her anymore.

You just have to show up at her funeral.

Mr. Sumner and Miss Matheson have a history.

This may be inappropriate. You didn't tell me that

you and the boss man there used to be an item.

Are you jealous of a man whose daughter just got k*lled?

Who's the guy that's talking to Paige?

-He's a police detective. -He's a cop?

I don't think we've ever met.

I could have sworn I, I knew you from somewhere.

[upbeat music]

-Hey. -Mm.

-Did you bring her jacket? -Oh, yeah.

I've got a jacket, extra clothes and lots of clothes.

-Extra clothes? -In case she gets splashed.

-Splashed? -Mama, there's a goldfish booth.

-[chuckles] -A goldfish booth?

That sounds like fun. Mm.

Have a good time. [chuckles]

-Okay, off you go. -Bye.

-Mack. -Yeah?

No goldfish.

Oh, don't worry about it. I'm working the goldfish booth.

Just... I don't know, win her a teddy bear or something, okay?

Karen, don't worry about it. I don't plan to spend

the rest of my life cleaning a goldfish bowl.

Bye. Mm.

-[telephone rings] -Mm.

-Hello? -Hi.

We're back.

-Back? -Mm-hm.

Danny and I eloped.

-You're... -Married.

Oh, I, um...

-Congratulations. -Thanks.

Karen?

I, um... I'm just...

I want to wish you all the best.

Thanks, but, Karen ,

I'm sorry that I couldn't invite you to the ceremony.

The whole thing happened so fast.

The decision, I mean.

It was just getting too difficult

to have the wedding that we planned.

You know, with Gary threatening to disrupt the ceremony

and everything, it was just getting too crazy.

Danny thought it would be better to do it this way.

Well, he's probably right.

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

I hope that I didn't.

You didn't hurt my feelings.

Oh, good.

Hey, why don't we, uh,

get together for some sort of a celebration?

[laughs] Yeah, that'd be wonderful.

Mm, great.

Okay. Okay, I'll talk to you.

Okay, love you. Bye-bye.

-Who was that? -Karen.

Wish she could have been at the ceremony.

Yeah, well, I wish you'd stay off the phone all day.

Makes me jealous.

-It does? -Yes, it does.

How jealous?

-Hm? -I'll show you.

[laughing]

Robert Scarrow is here to see you, sir.

I was a friend of your daughter's.

I'm sorry I missed the funeral. I couldn't get a flight.

She wrote a postcard to you, but she never mailed it.

"Dear Robert, you were born to live here.

"What are you doing back there?

"Never mind, don't answer that. I don't want to know.

You'd better miss me."

Not much of a souvenir, eh?

She never wrote to you?

She and I were not close.

You and she apparently were.

We lived together, if that's your question.

Didn't mean to make it an accusation.

I'm not looking for a fight.

My daughter was m*rder*d, you know?

And so was my roommate.

Was there anything else?

There was a picture of you and her.

I'll have you a copy made.

Thank you.

Was there anything else?

Why do you think she traveled under a false name?

She, uh, she didn't want to advertise the fact

that her father was a wealthy man.

It would have brought her to the attention of kidnappers.

Do you believe that?

She may have thought it would damage

her credibility in the Third World

if people knew that her father was a major imperialist,

exploitative capitalist pig.

You hear that kind of jargon out there.

Third World sensibilities, we call it.

What, uh, what did the police think

of the false name on the passport?

They don't know about it.

You mean they haven't seen this?

-They don't know it exists. -But it's evidence.

It's only evidence if they were seeking her k*ller.

They're not. They're seeking mine.

[Robert] Can I, uh, can I have this?

-No. -Why not?

Because I want it.

But it's, it's raw data.

It's useless unless you know what research it applies to.

I'm keeping it.

I have a right to some of these belongings.

That's supposed to be my line, Robert.

-I'm her father. -I loved her.

Can you say that?

In that case, I'll make you a copy.

You must have been one hell of a father.

You're so racked with grief and guilt.

She caught your b*llet.

You should have been sitting in that chair.

Mary Frances should be standing here right now trying to grieve.

I see. Not only do I have to grieve,

I also have to be sorry that I'm not dead.

You didn't deserve Mary Frances.

You have no idea what you lost.

She was committed, and she was dedicated.

Well, listen, if you've got a pamphlet

or some reading material, maybe I'll convert.

You are exactly as she described you.

I'm not real happy having met you either, Robert.

I'll have to be content with the notion

that you were simply a lapse in my daughter's good judgment.

[engine starts]

Look, I don't wanna pressure you or anything, but

I need the money I loaned you

for the down payment on my condo.

No problem.

It's the loan application and everything, you know?

They got to see the money in my account

or they won't approve the loan.

I'll have it for you tomorrow, day after the latest.

Thanks.

Well, thank you for loaning it to me.

Glad I could help. I'll see you.

I'll see you.

-Hey, hey. -Hey, hey, hey.

-Hey. -Jack. How you doing?

Oh, you're overdue, Harold.

You're gonna get your money, Jack.

I know I will. The question is when?

As soon as I get it.

You know banks charge late payment penalty?

Banks are also more polite than you are.

Banks wouldn't consider you a very good credit risk.

-[indistinct] 5000. -You're gonna get your money.

I'll take your word for it.

-Son of a... -Late payment penalty.

Oh, man.

Hey, when did you say you expected him?

I've been expecting him all day.

-Hi. -Mack.

-Hey, Harold. -Where have you been?

Where have I been? Meg, where have we been?

-I won a goldfish. -[Peggy laughs] Whoa.

There are about 100 calls.

Hey, if I can't take off now and again,

what's the purpose of having my own business?

-Mack, you got a minute? -Yeah, what's up?

Well, listen.

[sighs] I'm a little, uh...

This is a little embarrassing for me, but...

The wife and I, we sort of dug ourselves a little hole and, uh,

I was wondering maybe if you could make me a loan.

Oh, sure, no problem.

Isn't that cute? What do you need?

-Just under 13,000. -Th...

[laughs]

I'm serious, Mack. I'm serious.

$13,000?

-Huh? How'd that happen? -Made a mistake.

But the important thing is you learn from your mistakes.

-It's a hell of a mistake. -I'll pay you back, I swear.

-With interest. You name it. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm not worried about that.

You know, let me talk it over with my wife.

We talk over money matters like this, you know?

-Of course, of course. -And I'll call you.

I will. I will.

Listen, it's kind of an emergency, alright, Mack?

Yeah. I'll talk to her tonight.

Well, Mack, what's the name of the guy

that Paige is going out with?

-Tom Ryan? Why? -Ryan, right, right.

Just Olivia and I wanna have some people over for dinner.

-Thanks a lot, man. Thank you. -Yeah.

Buffoons.

No, no, clowns. That's what he said.

Greg Sumner thinks we are all clowns.

That his security team are nothing

but police academy rejects

and we the cops are on permanent coffee break.

He's upset.

You are willing to excuse anything he does, aren't you?

Tom, his daughter was k*lled

because they were trying to k*ll him.

Now whoever did it will probably try again.

How can you expect the man to be all sweetness and light?

I don't expect him to be sweetness and light, Paige.

To tell you the truth, I don't care how he acts.

What I do care about is how you still feel about him.

-Still feel? -Still feel.

I'm not blind, Paige.

[sighs] He is my employer. I am his employee.

I have known him for a long time. We are friends.

You cannot be friends with your boss.

You can't. I can.

Employees don't go to bed with their employers,

not unless it is part of the job description.

[telephone rings]

There is no reason to be jealous.

[continues ringing]

Hello.

[Carlos] Miss Matheson,

-this is Carlos Gutierrez. -Oh, hello.

Oh, it's presumptuous of me to call,

but I think it'd be a good idea

if you could find the time to visit Mr. Sumner.

-Now? -Yes.

Did he ask for me?

No, this is my idea.

Mr. Sumner is not handling this well.

He, he has no one close, no one to talk to.

-I'll be right over. -Thank you.

I'll notify the security people you're coming.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Something came up. I've got to go.

What? Was it work?

-What? -Is it work?

Uh, yeah.

Um, you can stay. I'll be back in a while.

Hi.

Hi.

I thought you might like some company.

Mm.

I had a tough time talking my way

past your security guards.

They're clowns, but they're my clowns.

Are you worried?

Silly question. Are you afraid?

I don't think I'll be going to a Laker game

real soon though.

[redials, phone beeps]

Miss Matheson, this is Carlos Gutierrez again.

If you are there, please pick up the phone.

It's not a good idea to come out to the ranch now.

Mr. Sumner has company.

I'll call you when there's another opportunity.

[line disconnects]

No.

-Had enough, huh? -Had enough.

[Greg] I met Mary Frances's boyfriend.

I wish I hadn't.

[sighs] She had lousy taste in men.

[Mary Frances] Maybe because I had a lousy father.

-What? -I didn't say anything.

Maybe because I had a lousy father.

I don't think my daughter liked me very much.

Go easy on yourself.

I think she hated me.

[Paula] Somebody once told me the greatest testimony

to one's character is what your children say about you

when you're not around.

And?

And I spent a good deal of time talking to Mary Frances.

And she did not spend every waking moment damning you.

Did she ever spend one waking moment praising me?

You must have done something right.

Look how she turned out.

That's her mother's influence you're keying on.

[Paula] Oh, for heaven's sake, take a compliment.

There was a lot in your daughter to be proud of.

There was a lot of you in your daughter.

Those two things are not mutually exclusive.

Mary Frances spent her entire life

trying not to be like her father.

Lots of children do that.

-She does that. -I do that.

[Paula] You should feel angry, Greg,

but I don't think you should feel guilty.

You were cheated out of a long life with your daughter.

You lost an opportunity to be a father to her

for the rest of your life.

I'm sorry. We can't let that go by, can we?

She doesn't know, does she, Daddy,

that the 22 years I was alive

were a wasted opportunity for you to be a father.

I'm the one who was cheated, not you.

And yes, you should feel guilty.

[laughs]

-[smacks lips] -[Karen] Mack.

-Hi. -Honey...

-[Meg] I won a goldfish. -Oh, good for you.

-Mack. -Look, look, look.

-Mack. -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I thought we agreed no goldfish.

Oh, yeah, I know, but I couldn't break her heart.

-Mack. -[chuckles]

You had to see her throwing these very difficult,

these big ping pong ba*ls into little bitty fish bowls.

She did it all by herself, and it was very difficult.

Mack, how many times did you let her try?

$16.00 worth.

Which pales by comparison to the billion gallon aquarium--

[Mack] Oh, it's not that much.

-By the way, guess who called. -Don't--

Harold came by and asked me if he could borrow $13,000.

Don't change the subject. Who's going to clean that tank?

-How much? -13,000.

-You are kidding. -[laughs] No.

-Mommy, come see my fishy. -Go see her fishy, yeah.

Oh, well.

-Do you like her? -Well, I... [chuckles]

Of course, I do.

I won it myself.

I'm very proud of you.

Diagnocs... Diagn...

"Diagnostic microbiology."

I guess she was into science.

-Did it bother you? -Nah.

You say it didn't, but finding my birth control pills

bothered you as sure as I'm here.

Couldn't expect me to stay a virgin all my life

just because I was your daughter.

I mean, every woman is somebody's daughter.

Paula is somebody's daughter.

I don't know how I would feel,

how I will feel when my child turns into an adult.

But I guess you're always a child to your parents.

Girly has a point, Junior.

What's more important, girly has a pair of legs

I'd like to have wrapped around me twice.

Yeah.

I can see that your natural father

was a selfish, tasteless, contemptible boar,

but those qualities are not hereditary.

[doorbell rings]

[sighs]

Do you think maybe you've had a little too much to drink?

I've either had a little too much to drink

or I've not had enough.

I called, but you had already left.

Hubba hubba hubba.

Does Paula come here all the time now?

No, not all the time.

My hat's off to you, Junior.

You do know how to handle grief.

You don't even know what grief is, Daddy.

Because you don't know what love is.

You don't even know what you're supposed to feel about me.

Carlos, I think I need some coffee.

Oh, Miss Matheson, Sir.

-Hi. -Hello.

-Hi. -[doorbell rings]

Lord, this place is getting crowded.

Would you like me to leave?

[laughs] Heck, no.

Have a seat, have a drink, or both.

Carlos, I'll get the door, you get the coffee.

Usually after a funeral,

you get the church ladies or the salad moles,

but these two girlies beat the fruit c*ck brigade

all to hell.

How is he?

-Distracted. -That's understandable.

And a little disoriented.

He's probably still in shock.

One of our men reported sighting what appeared to be

an unidentified man about 200 yards from the house.

It may not be anything to worry about,

but we thought we should check it out, okay?

Yeah. I appreciate the attention.

And hopefully it's just a coyote.

Carlos, where is the coffee?

I assume you all know each other.

If you don't, introduce yourselves.

-Hi, I'm Paula Vertosick. -Hi, Detective Ryan.

[indistinct conversation]

You got competition for the shorter one.

He's a lot younger than you.

But don't worry.

Experience impresses these girlies.

And you've got two or three times

the experience that this kid has.

Not to mention money. Boy his age won't have money.

Women his age don't care about money.

You are not investigating any unidentified anything.

-You're following me. -Why would I do that?

[sighs] Because you're infantile.

-Infantile? -Mm-hm.

Maybe because you lied to me

about where you were going.

Now why did you lie to me?

Maybe because I knew

you'd do something stupid,

like follow me out here.

Does Paige come over here all the time?

I mean, like this late at night?

Uh, no, not all the time.

[indistinct conversation]

And could you put Mary Frances's bag away?

-In a minute. -Thank you.

[sighs] Well, you're not going to be able to keep up

your investigation much longer, Detective.

-Is that right? -Uh-huh.

Watch me.

Excuse me.

Did you say these were the possessions of a deceased?

Well, yes.

Books, clothes, cosmetics.

She left them at the Mackenzie's where she stayed for a while.

-You mind if I examine them? -Suit yourself.

Thank you very much.

Guess I should have kept my mouth shut.

No problem.

Thank you, sir. I'll let you know

if there's anything to worry about outside.

Much obliged, Admiral.

I hope you haven't been too inconvenienced.

Good night.

Well, I've got to go too.

Look, I'm sorry about the other day.

Sorry for saying I was a lousy father?

No problem.

I'm hearing that a lot.

Not often enough.

[Paige] Well, I wasn't really talking about you.

I'm angry at my mother and the way she raised me and...

I guess I just took it out on you. I'm sorry.

Well, anytime you need a punching bag,

you know where I am.

It's better than getting shot.

Well, if there's anything I can do for you, let me know.

-Bye. -Bye.

Don't worry, sonny, we're staying.

[Paige] Get out.

Go on.

I hate this.

I've never felt this way before, and I hate it.

-You've never felt what? -Jealousy.

I've, I've never been jealous before.

-You've never been jealous? -No.

[scoffs] You did such a great job

of making a fool of yourself that I thought

you must have had lots of practice.

I've never been in love before.

[man clears throat]

Excuse me.

Thank you, Detective.

And you have yourself a good night now.

[chuckles]

Did you bring any protection?

-No. -We better get to a drugstore.

Quick.

[clears throat] Okay.

$13,000. I just don't believe it.

Yeah, I called Gary, and he,

he already loaned Olivia tuition money.

Do you think she and Harold just don't know how to budget?

I don't know what the problem is.

How can anyone get in that kind of debt in such a short time?

Did he say if they, if they bought anything?

Uh, maybe it's a credit card thing.

[Meg] Daddy. Daddy.

-Daddy, Daddy, -[Mack] Yes?

Look.

Oh, yes.

Karen?

-[Karen] Uh-huh. -Ka...

-The fish is dead. -Yeah.

-What am I gonna tell her? -The truth.

I can't.

Well, we're always supposed to tell her the truth.

I can't.

[sighs] I'll handle it.

Honey.

What's the matter with my fish?

Well... [sighs]

...your fish is... [sighs]

...very sick.

What's the matter?

I don't know. I, I really don't, honey, but...

[sighs] Tomorrow we're gonna take the fish to the fish doctor.

-Okay. -We'll find out what's wrong.

-Okay. -Yeah.

-Don't say a word. -Fish doctor?

I mean it.

[Paula] What's this?

Looks familiar, but I don't exactly recognize it.

You do.

That time I was six, I won that at the fairgrounds,

and I broke it on the way home?

And I asked if you could fix it, and you said you couldn't.

So I asked if we could go back and get another one,

and you said no.

And I was heartbroken.

But then the next morning when I woke up,

you had gone back to the fair and you bought me another one.

Pretty soon we're going to be singing Happy Birthday

and trying to remember where we buried Tippy the dog.

Daddy, it was the sweetest thing you ever did for me.

You're making this up.

Don't you remember?

[Paul] You don't know what you remember.

You wish this had happened.

It's late, your daughter is dead,

and you don't wanna think

you were the worst father in the world.

And if you haven't gotten any authentic

Norman Rockwell memories,

you can always paint a few of your own.

Do you...

Would you like to be alone?

You seem distracted.

I think I need some air.

Yeah, I say if you gotta go out,

it's better to go out in the dark than in the daylight.

Any perspective perpetrator is gonna have

one hell of a job spotting in the dark.

Trying to get away from us, but no such luck.

And we don't have to bother with seatbelts.

Where to, sir?

Hi.

Hi.

I want to see Meg.

-You? -Mm-hm, I wanna see my daughter.

What's the matter? What's going on?

He wants to see Meg.

Can we get a little privacy, please?

Come on in.

You want some coffee?

Ah, I already had too much coffee.

-Where's Meg? -She's asleep.

We can't wake her.

Does that mean that I can't see my daughter?

-Yeah, you're in no shape, man. -[Karen] She's asleep.

I heard that.

You don't belong here.

I don't like the sound of that.

What he means is you shouldn't come here.

I don't like the sound of that either.

I got no place else to go.

When you come here, Greg, you endanger her life.

Is she laying it on a little thick?

I'm serious.

[Mack] Gregory, somebody wants you dead.

You're traveling with bodyguards.

Now listen to me. You come into this neighborhood

with a platoon of bodyguards bringing attention to us,

just telling the whole world

that your other daughter lives here.

Makes sense.

Parenthood is overrated.

Fathers are overrated.

[Paul] Children need to learn they don't come first.

Some parents obviously need to learn

that children do come first.

[Paul] Who even knows what a good parent is, anyway?

A good parent knows better than to wake up

a three-year-old in the middle of the night.

Oh, shut up.

I didn't say anything, sir.

[Paul] I want you to be objective about this for a minute, sonny.

You're yelling at ghosts.

Now you don't want this boy to report that to his superiors.

It's not the kind of thing that sits well

with the public, talking with ghosts.

It's right up there with astrology.

So you just hang in there until we get home

and we'll get drunk, okay?

I think I made a mistake.

Are you kidding?

Sumner knows better than to come over here.

No, I mean about the fish doctor.

Oh. Who knows?

I think I made a mistake.

-Who knows? -What would you have done?

I'd make sure the fish store had an identical fish.

[sighs] It's just that there's,

I don't know, too much death already.

She has plenty of time to learn about death.

I was never much for introspection.

Only leads to more questions.

Always thought there were better things to do

than ask questions.

Like carry Missy Longs Legs there into the bedroom.

Good thing this man didn't actually raise you.

It would have been a horrible model

for a boy to grow up with.

Did you ever think of a woman in terms other than sex object?

You ask a ghost a rhetorical question?

It wasn't rhetorical.

But it's not a question I can answer, is it, sonny,

seeing as how I'm dead?

No, you're you're losing it.

You almost lost it when Laura died.

Why isn't Laura here tonight?

She wouldn't fit in with you two.

She loved me.

[scoffs]

Who knows what love is, anyway?

I sure as hell didn't.

[sarcastic laugh]

That was obvious.

No, wait, wait. I can hear it coming.

"Daddy never said he loved me."

How often did you tell me you loved me, Dad?

[Paul] Don't let her spoil your fun.

You go ahead and feel sorry for yourself.

Such a cozy satisfying feeling, self-pity.

[Paul] Oh hell, your daughter hated you,

and I was never there to play

This Little Piggy Went To Market

when you went to bed.

How about a drink to self-pity?

-Fathers get too much blame. -Not enough blame.

You don't blame me for the way you turned out.

Because the truth is you could change if you wanted to.

-[Mary-Frances laughs] -[Paul] But you don't want to.

The way you changed after your father died?

The way you changed after Laura died?

Are you going to reorder your priorities

now that I'm dead? Sure.

And I sold oceanfront property in Florida.

Where are you going?

[Paul] What's this business about change?

You don't wanna change

because you like the way you are.

-You're just like your father. -No.

No? The correct response is thanks for the compliment.

-I'm not like him. -Yes, you are.

I'm not like him at all. I hated him.

Just because I didn't tell you I love you?

Come on, boy, grow up.

You think that would solve anything,

Change anything, make you something you want?

Even today you'd still like to hear me say it?

Hell, son, if I did that,

how could you enjoy your self-pity?

You need to hate me.

-[Greg] Mary-Frances. -What, Dad?

I want you to stay.

It's too late.

Greg.

Sorry.

I thought you were somebody else.

Maybe you should go home.

If you want me to.

I think I want you to.

Do I note a tone of finality in that,

or am I just being paranoid, and what you really mean is

"I'll see you tomorrow, Paula darling"?

Seems to me that people who hang around with me are unlucky.

Oh, as in people who get close to you get hurt.

You said it.

Your daughter said you rationalize like that.

Don't quote my daughter to me.

What she said was though

wasn't that people close to you get hurt,

it's more like you hurt them.

My daughter was not my biggest fan.

You know, Mary-Frances did not hate you

as much as you think she did.

You think it's my wild imagination, eh?

Yep.

What about dear old Dad?

Paul Galveston?

In my imagination he was no great shakes.

The truth is?

Well, as far as I can tell,

he was an immoral man and a lousy father.

Thanks for conceding me that.

But you can't keep using him as your excuse.

[door closes]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Good morning, sir.

Thanks a lot, Carlos.

The police called to say they'll be meeting with you.

They're on their way now.

-[Greg] What's that? -Salsa.

-Salsa? -[Carlos] Salsa picante.

-For breakfast? -For a hangover.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

What should I do with your daughter's computer disks?

[Greg] Where did they come from?

She left them in the computer room.

How do you know they're hers?

Well, she spent several hours in your computer room

one afternoon and left them lying out.

They don't have your label.

What was she doing in my computer room?

I don't know, sir. I didn't ask.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't think it was important.

Put them away.

Ryan, don't you ever sleep.

Well, we clowns can get by on very little sleep.

We have some news about the sn*per.

Did you find out who it is?

No, sir, but we found the location he shot from.

Two investigators spent 12 hours there with a camera

photographing your office through a lens

approximating that of a high-powered r*fle sight.

You knew about the location?

It's not our procedure

to give out all data as soon as we get it.

Photographs show that during daylight hours,

the interior of your office and the people in it

were plainly visible to the sn*per.

We also found gum wrappers,

Gum wrappers?

[Ricardo] Quite a number of them.

Apparently, the sn*per chewed gum.

It certainly narrows down the list of suspects.

The amount of gum wrappers indicates

the sn*per was in position for a long time.

According to your staff, you were in your office

for extended periods throughout the day.

sn*per could have taken the shot any number of times.

Instead he or she waited.

So we believe that you were not the target.

We believe the sn*per was not aiming for you.

We believe that the b*llet was intended for your daughter.

If it's possible, I'd like to be able to, uh,

look through her personal belongings again.

Carlos, get these security clowns off my ranch.

[Tom] Mr. Sumner.

There was a notebook in here yesterday.

-Yeah? -It's gone.

Okay.

Mack, we're in the kitchen.

I'm sorry. We've discussed it, and we're just not comfortable

with loaning that amount of money to anyone.

I understand.

We can help fix you up

with a financial advisor if you'd like.

Thanks, but, well, maybe I'll take you up on that.

-I'll talk to you later. -Okay, goodbye.

See? Mommy said the fish doctor found out

what was wrong right away

and gave her some fish medicine to make her all better.

Yeah, and I'm glad she's better. Look at that.

Can we get another one?

Well, we can talk about it.

Give me a kiss.

Mm. [chuckles]

It worked.

[both] Thank God for the fish doctor.

[telephone ringing]

Ryan.

-Detective Tom Ryan? -Speaking.

I'm a friend of Mack Mackenzie's.

-Yeah? -We met. At the funeral?

-Harold Dyer? -Right.

Tom, I knew I knew you from somewhere.

Uh, it seems that we have some mutual friends.

Let me make this real simple for you.

I know who you work for. I know you're on the take.

I have no intention of telling Mack.

But I seem to have a little financial problem,

so you help me out, and I help you out.

[line disconnects]

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What were you doing that got you k*lled?

What was in that notebook?

What were you doing in my computer?

And how did you get into it?

What were you researching?

I run one of the largest

privately held corporations in the world.

I can't even begin to estimate my net worth.

And I can walk the streets at night.

You?

You run around the globe

with a dirty duffel bag to your name

and somebody wants you dead.

You, not me.

What were you doing?

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