Human Target (2010–2011): Season 2, Episode 10 - Cool Hand Guerrero - full transcript

[Country-rock plays]

♪ Every time I think about
our situation, babe ♪

♪ you know I'm pulled
in several different ways ♪

♪ I think I'm gonna
look stupid, baby ♪

♪ can you tell me
why I say ♪

♪ everyone has a right to
add 'em in, baby... ♪

(Man)
So how much longer
is this gonna take?

Can't rush art, kid.

You don't know these guys.

Don't want to.

They're vicious, they're...



- They would not hesitate--
- Hey, Jerry.

What'd I just say?
I'm not interested.

Right, right.

I-I'm sorry.

Just...

Just get me
the hell out of here.

Right. Done.

All right.

Your new name
is Mason Ellis.

Born in Monroe, Louisiana.
Rest is up to you.

Costa Rica, here I come.

Don't tell me
where you're going.

Fine. Maybe I'll go
to Rio, right?

I mean, you said the world
is my oyster now.



Just lay low for a while,
all right?

No more drug running.

You might wanna consider
laying off the caffeine

and the cigarettes too,
dude.

Your hands are shaking so much
you're not gonna clear customs.

I mean, really.
You look guilty.

Or infectious.

Did you get that package
I sent you?

Safe and sound back home.

You got my life in there,
right?

It's the only insurance
I got.

Don't worry.
I got your back.

Have since the third grade.

[Chuckles]

That's when Bobby Green
jumped me at recess

and I gave you a quarter
to put him in crutches.

Yeah, yeah.
My first official job.

Hey.

Thanks, man.

- Hey, Jerry.
- Yeah.

$5,000.

Right. Of course.

Yeah, of course.

Price has gone up
over the years.

You got the friends
and family discount.

We have a problem.

Mr. Guerrero
has gone missing.

He hasn't responded

to my emails, my phone calls,
or my messages

in the last two weeks.
- So?

We have a new case
or something?

Not at the moment, no.

What's the big deal?

Aren't you
the least bit concerned?

- No.
- No.

Listen, there's...

There's something you should
probably know about Guerrero.

He disappears sometimes.

He's not what you'd call

your 9:00 to 5:00 kinda guy.

But he's there
when you need him.

Yes, well, I pay for him
to be here.

The least he can do
is pick up his phone.

You know, he's probably
just out of town

on some work-related matter.

But he works here.

He takes side jobs.

What kind of side jobs?

Sometimes--

you don't wanna know.

Probably safer
for all of us that way.

[Siren whoops]

[Siren whoops]

[Exhales]

Great.
Welcome to Mayberry.

[Police radio chatter]

Morning, officer.
Something wrong?

You ain't from
around here.

What tipped ya off,
the California plates?

Son, I'm gonna need you
to step out of the vehicle.

Slowly now.

This how you treat
tourists?

I need you
to pop the trunk.

All right.

You do realize that this
is total abuse of authority.

Unlawful detainment.
Discriminatory harassment.

I could go on.

Probable cause.
Heard of that?

All right.
Just so you guys know,

I got a permit for
the samurai sword, all right?

It's totally legit.

Damn it, Jerry.

What'd ya get me into?

[Victorious music]

♪ Human target 2x10 ♪
Cool Hand Guerrero
Original Air Date on January 14, 2011

♪ ♪

You got five minutes.

How'd ya find me?

You work for
Ilsa Pucci now.

She likes to keep tabs
on her employees' whereabouts.

That sucks.

Total invasion
of my privacy

and personal freedoms.

Says the guy
behind bars.

- I got this under control.
- Of course you do!

We just didn't have
a case.

I was sittin' around,
I thought, eh, what the hell?

I'll come down here
to see if you need any help.

- Well, I don't.
- But, hey, if you're bored,

the Eldo's
still in impound, so...

The dead guy.
Who's he?

I didn't kill him.
I was framed.

Of course you were.

No, dude. For real.
Didn't do it.

What do you think
they're after?

Something I left
back at the office.

Well, then don't worry.
I'll get ya out.

I'll find the evidence.

Don't trust the system
enough.

When whoever put me in here
doesn't get what they want,

- I'm as good as dead.
- That's not gonna happen.

You're right, it won't.

Like I said,
I got this under control.

Okay, I hope you're not...
Thinking about doing

what I think you're
thinking about doing?

It's nice working
with you, bro.

See ya.

Winston...

We got a problem.

What, they electrocute
him already?

He wants to bust out.

Out of a United States
prison facility?

You know what happens

if he does that, right?

Adios, Guerrero.

[Bell chimes]

Order up!

- Here ya go.
- Yes.

Thank you.

Ah!

[Sucking sounds]

These things are great, man.

They're like little
mini-lobsters.

Come on, you gotta try
at least one.

No. I'm good.
As appetizing as that sounds.

Guerrero can't do this
on his own.

Not this time.

Pride is an awful thing.

He's just being stubborn.
This never ends well.

We need to protect Guerrero
from himself.

Yeah.

Hey, listen,
all due respect...

You sure that Guerrero
didn't actually kill this guy?

I mean, the man does have
an extensive resume.

He said he didn't do it,
and I'm inclined to believe him.

So am I!

But hey, I mean, the evidence
is stacked up against him.

Hell, it's smothering him.

All right.

Well, you got Jerry Mobbs,

aka Mason Ellis--

known drug smuggler.

Two bullets in the brain.

The murder weapon purchased

at a local gun shop
two days ago.

The receipt and the body

both found
in Guerrero's trunk.

That's how we know
he didn't do it.

Well, you know, I mean,

either Guerrero's slipping
or this guy who did this

doesn't really know
Guerrero.

Well, we know that they
want something from Guerrero,

something that he left
in the office.

If we could find out
what it is they want,

we could find out
who wants it.

Yeah, good luck
getting that combo.

He ain't gonna
give ya that

no matter how nice
you ask him.

Who says we're asking?

[Elevator bell dings]

Miss Ames?

Just the girl!
Thank goodness you're here.

Really?

Okay.

Mr. Chance
urgently needs something

from inside this locker.

I tried the master key, but
it doesn't seem to be working.

Duh. You're working
with paranoid people here.

Do you think they've
tampered with the locks?

What's the point
in having a locker

if someone else has a key?

Well, do you think
you can get in?

You want me to break into
Guerrero's locker.

- Yes.
- No way. No way.

I-I enjoy breathing
way too much.

He's already in jail
for murder.

But according to Mr. Chance,
he was framed,

and whatever's
inside that locker

could help clear his name.

Fine.

But if he's pissed,

you called a locksmith,
okay?

Sure.

You just have to...default
back to factory settings.

It's a...[Beep beep]
Pretty basic move.

Almost there.

Hmm.

- Bravo.
- Look at this!

He is loaded!

Fish food?

Does that smell like
rat poison to you?

Whatever they need

must be inside this case.

How 'bout this one?

Can you get in?

Well, you've heard of
Fort Knox, right?

Well,
imagine it as a briefcase.

Hey.

Got a new cellmate
for ya.

You boys play nice.

[Guard chuckles]

Hmm.

Can you come back
in five?

Mine's not done yet.

We need to get
inside that case

if we're gonna save
Guerrero.

Yeah, but this lock
is intense.

I thought you said
you were a pro.

I am, and I'm telling you
it's not happening.

We need the code.

It's four digits.
Any idea what they might be?

Most people
use significant dates

like the year they were born,
the year they got married.

(Chance)
Okay. Guerrero
is not most people,

and he's not gonna
sit still much longer.

Just bring the case in
and I'll shoot it open.

- Where's the notebook?
- The one Jerry gave me?

Wasn't in your car.
Wasn't in your bag.

They wanna know
where it is.

Who wants to know?

- Doesn't matter.
- But it does.

You see, I have to
know who to kill.

(Wilson)
You know I been working
with Guerrero for six years,

and I don't even know
his first name?

Do you?

Yeah. He changes it
every now and again.

The man is a mystery
wrapped in a box

tied off with an enigma.

Yeah, well,
he may not let on,

but he's got a few things
worth sticking around for.

Does that guard
look strange to you?

Hold on.

Well.

Only took him four hours.

I was betting on two.

Where you going?

Dude...

Seriously?

Kinda in the middle
of a jailbreak here.

Unless you're driving
the getaway car.

- You can't leave.
- Watch me.

Guerrero, just wait.

[Grunts]
Uh!

Get outta my way,
dude.

I can't let that happen.

Listen, I need you
on my team.

It's not an option
if you're a fugitive.

Ah! Even if we do
prove that you're innocent,

they're gonna be chasing you
the rest of your life!

Fine.

Not fine with us.

Look, we know you
didn't kill the guy.

But just give us a day
to find out who framed you.

We'll get ya
out of this mess.

I am out.
If you'd just move.

One day.
That's all we're asking.

Look, you guys
don't understand, all right?

They killed my friend
and framed me for it.

Name was Jerry.
I've known him a long time.

Guy was down here running drugs
for somebody and wanted out.

I was assisting him
with relocation.

But they got him.

So now I get them.

Get it?

Guerrero...

Listen, I'm sorry
about Jerry.

And if somebody
framed me for murder,

I'd be pissed off too.

But if you escape now,

they got a warrant
for your arrest.

We can't have that.

You gotta go back in.

Hey.

Trust me.

One more day?

[Alarm blares]

Maybe two.

Weekend. Tops.

This better work.

[Alarm continues]

[Door buzzer]

Gate.
Clear.

[Inmates laughing and talking]

Looks like we got ourselves
a troublemaker here, boys.

Mm-hmm.

Nobody...

Ever hits one of my guys
and gets away with it.

Nobody.

Feel free to make an example

out of our friend
from California.

He's gotta learn.

My house...My rules.

Gun World, huh?

Yes, indeed.
15 stores in the state.

Says Guerrero bought
the gun that killed Jerry

two days ago at 3:14 p.m.

Big store like this

probably has security cameras
covering multiple angles.

Well, if they network
all the cameras,

I should be able
to access their footage.

Almost in.
[Beep]

Ah, damn it!

They don't stream
the video online.

They must be downloading
onto some kind of hardware

inside the store.

Well, it looks like
we're going in.

We need to create
a distraction.

♪ It's 5:00,
just got paid ♪

You short on anything,
Winston?

Looks like
they're having a sale.

[Laughs]
Just keep window shopping.

I've almost got it.
Hold on.

Here ya are, ma'am.

♪ I got a weekend
full of nothing ♪

♪ to do at all ♪

Okay. Phones are down.

Thank you.

How you doing?

Billy, right?

Heard you were having a problem
with your telephones, hmm?

No, I don't think so.

Why don't you check it out?

Well, what do you know?

Let me tell you something.

Sometimes you get interference

if your security cameras
are running on the same line.

No. Cameras record
straight to the disks.

So let me take a look.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Phone lines are that way.

You sure about that?

Just messin'
with ya, son.

Winston, I think we're gonna
need another distraction.

I have an idea.

Mr. Chance simply wanted us
to bring him the case.

Yeah, but...Be better
to take it to him open, right?

What are you thinking?

Well, this is a personal case,

so whatever the combo is has
got to have personal meaning.

But nothing too obvious.

As we determined,

there's nothing obvious
about Mr. Guerrero.

Right. So he wouldn't use
the year he was born

or the year
he got married or...

Is he even married?

Not according
to his tax form.

But how reliable
that information is,

I couldn't say.

So what do we know
about Guerrero?

That he...

Wears glasses.

Huh.

What do you want, warden?

Figured you might be hungry.

Others ate already.

Well, come and get it.

I ordered the filet.

Medium-rare.

You'll eat it.

'Cause that's all
you're gonna get.

[Country Western song
plays in background]

Better start the car.

Looks like I'm gonna

have to play grab and go.
Oh, so what now?

I just hacked through
two servers

and four damn firewalls
for nothing.

Well, hell, I could have
drove the damn truck

through the front door
or something!

That would have been quicker

and a hell of a lot
more distracting.

[Country Western music
continues over P.A.]

♪ ♪

Hey.

Hey!

Phone guy's robbin' us!

Okay, listen,
I don't want--

you're in for
a world of hurt.

[Lively country song plays]

Chance!
[Rifle shots continue]

Chance, what the hell
is going on in there?

[Rifle fire continues]

Just some customers
testing the merchandise.

♪ Here I am standin'
in the desert with a gun ♪

♪ ♪

These people are crazy!
Drive.

(Ilsa)
What are you doing?
You can't just keep guessing.

Relax. I was thinking that
sometimes people use words

instead of numbers.

You know, it's easy
to remember, harder to guess.

The one thing I know
about Guerrero--

that man loves his car.

His Cadi.
That's four letters!

Or as he likes to call it,
the Eldo.

3...

5, 2, 6.

Nicely done!

Okay.

This what be what
they're looking for--

some kind of log--
deliveries, times, addresses.

Are these files on us?

This photo was taken of me
in Paris two weeks ago.

How--

he has...Copies
of my bank statements!

He does have my phone tapped.

He has transcripts.

This is unsettling,
to say the least.

Okay. Right there.
Pause it.

Oh, yeah, that
definitely ain't Guerrero.

No, but they've met before.

I saw that guy at the jail
when I went to visit Guerrero.

He's one of the guards.

You gotta get down there
and tell Guerrero.

[Cell phone rings]

Yeah, what's up?

You'll be pleased to hear

we were able
to open the briefcase.

Or rather,
Ames was able to.

Nice work.
What'd you find?

It appears to be a log

of pickups and deliveries

centering around
one address in particular.

Let me guess--
Redding County jail.

Yes.

How do you know?

One of the guards bought
the murder weapon.

A guard? Why?

I don't know, but something's
going on in that jail.

It's past visiting hours,
but I got an idea.

Oh! Jesus!

Oh, damn it!

[Sighs]

Good afternoon, officer.

Something I can
do for you, son?

Yes. I'm here
to turn myself in.

Turn yourself in.
For what?

I'm the guy
who robbed Gun World.

Yeah.

[Men shouting
and taunting]

Hey. Fancy
meeting you here.

Just thought
you might get lonely.

Don't get lonely, dude.

I prefer the company
of a good book to most people.

So, uh...This all
part of your plan here?

No, I had to improvise.
But you know how that is.

Mm-hmm.

So they wanted the notebook,

these people
who are framing you.

- What notebook?
- Oh, you know.

The one that you keep
in your locker

with the incriminating evidence
against the meth suppliers

that your friend
was working with.

Dude...You broke into
my locker?

My personal briefcase?
So not cool.

I'm sorry--
where's Mr. Chance?

He got arrested for
allegedly robbing Gun World.

He should be getting processed

and thrown in a jail cell
right about now.

And how is this
helping exactly?

Look...

The security tape
at Gun World shows

that there was a prison guard
who bought the murder weapon.

Now, along with this log
you brought,

we know that there's
something funny going on

over there at that jail.

Chance being inside--

well, it kinda speeds things up
for us finding out

what that is before
Guerrero does something...

Regrettable.

And what's his plan
once inside?

Well, you know Chance.
He prefers to wing it.

You know, I ordered these
for the entire table.

But listen--don't panic.

What we do know
is that every Wednesday at 2:00

there's a drop-off
scheduled at a truck stop

right near the highway.

Now, with Chance and Guerrero
working the inside,

I'm gonna go down
to the truck stop,

see if I can find
some evidence

that maybe bails
their asses out

in case they come up
empty-handed.

Okay. Well, uh,
what can we do?

Oh. You're gonna
come with me.

And what about me?

How can I help?

You wouldn't happen to know

the Governor of Alabama,
would ya?

[Exhales]

All right, fine.

I'm pretty sure
they put me in here

so they could put
the squeeze on me.

They inquired
about the notebook

through an intellectually
impaired intermediary.

Let's just say he's not
the brains behind the operation.

Well, let's just say we have
one of the guards on tape

buying a murder weapon--
Eddie, I think his name is?

- He's a dead man.
Well, he's not the only one involved.

See, before I turned
myself in,

Winston and I did a little
bit of digging on the crew here,

including
warden Clancy Cole.

(Chance)
He used to work for the DEA

busting these backwoods
meth labs.

Apparently, the DEA
didn't pay that much.

Neither does a prison
warden, really.

But somehow he's managed
to accumulate over $1 million

in offshore accounts
with a series of aliases.

Now, either he's been
day trading

or he's been using
his experience busting meth labs

for personal gain.

(Guerrero)
You think the meth lab
is here on the grounds?

(Chance)
Well, it's a perfect cover--

inside government fences
run like a private institution.

So they're right here
all along.

I'm assuming
you've already scoped out

all the possible escape routes.
- Of course.

Notice any meth labs?

Sorry for keeping you
waiting, Ms. Pookie.

It's Pucci, actually.

My apologies,
Ms. Pucci.

Things are a little
crazy here at the moment.

You've caught me in the middle
of a reelection campaign,

but it is a pleasure
to meet you.

Likewise.

And I appreciate you
seeing me at such short notice.

So you'll forgive me
for being blunt,

but I have a full day
ahead of me.

My aide briefed me
on your situation--

a meth lab in the Redding
County Detention Center.

That's a serious
allegation.

But I can't just go
storming in

stirring up a hornet's nest

without sufficient evidence.

Well, we're working on
acquiring the evidence

as we speak.
- Tell you what--

why don't I put you in touch
with the local authorities?

Governor Strong,
I have friends in Washington

who tell me you're gunning
for a Senate seat,

and from what I've read,

we agree on almost all
of the major issues.

Your efforts to increase
awareness in environmentalism

and social justice
ought to be applauded.

- Well, thank you--
- If I'm not mistaken,

you raised $50,000
last month for your campaign?

Yes. But it's still early--

how does another 50
sound for one afternoon?

So what color
we looking for again?

White with a red stripe.

White with a green cab,
or all green.

There's one
with a red stripe.

No, that...

That looks more like
a maroon or...

Ruby to me.

It's dark red.
Come on.

Too easy.

I need another challenge
like that briefcase.

No. What we need

is to get in here
and find some evidence.

So let's go.

Come on.

Oh...

What's--what is this?

All right...

Snow globes?

Handmade by inmates.

One of a kind
collector's items.

Why would somebody collect
prison snow globes?

More important than that,
where's all the meth?

Let me see that.

Well...Different kind of
snow in that globe.

[Truck engine starts up]

We gotta get out of here.

Aw, damn it.
It's locked!

(Guerrero)
If the warden's
hiding anything,

it would be in the building
around the corner.

Don't know what's
in it, though, dude.

No prisoners allowed.
Extra security.

Trucks come and go
twice a day, dude.

Plan "F" was to
commandeer one,

crash it through
that gate right there.

- Oh, real subtle.
- Thank you.

You should hear plan "G".

(Guard)
Don't let anyone else in.

We should check
the other building,

because the loading dock's
on the other side, right?

(Chance)
Something tells me they're
not joining us for brunch.

Food sucks anyway.

They want the notebook.

Yeah? I want you
to piss off.

We all don't get
what we want, now, do we?

There's four of us now.

Well, there's only
two of us.

I mean, it's--
it's hardly fair.

Then tell your friend
to cooperate.

He meant
for you guys, bro.

[Rock music plays]

♪ ♪

Come on,
let's get outta here

before they find this mess.

♪ She's the first
to run like hell ♪

♪ ♪

♪ she's the first
to run like hell ♪

Where'd they go?
Did you see 'em?

Where'd you come from?

Wow.

Looks like we found
our meth lab.

Bring your camera?

Well, I'll be damned.

California's
made himself a friend.

I'm not sure why

you're so inclined to protect
that dumbass friend of yours.

I mean, he's already dead.

All you had to do
was give up the damn notebook.

[Laughs]
Right! Then what do you do,

drop the charges
and set him free?

Probably just pin
the murder on Eddie here--

he's the one
who bought the weapon.

Who the hell are you?

Oh, I'm the guy
who robbed Gun World.

Enough about me.
Let's keep the focus on you.

I think smuggling

highly illegal narcotics
across state lines

is like a federal offense.

Worth killing for
to keep secret.

No matter
who gets in your way.

Well, you're right
about one thing.

The killing part, that is.

But I'm a sporting man.

I'll give you both
a shot at freedom.

Open the gate.

You got ten seconds
to make it outta here

before they start shooting.

Oh, I'm not wearing
my running shoes.

Then you better go barefoot.

Warden, you're just not getting
it--we're not the running type.

It's frowned upon in
the social circles we travel in.

Might as well just
go ahead and kill us.

Yeah. Give that a go.

(Warden Cole)
Take 'em out.

You never should have
hit me in the face.

Come on!

[Siren blaring]

Everybody--inside, now!

(Ilsa)
Mr. Winston,
I need the evidence now.

Hang on a second.

Come on!
(Ames) Okay...

Uh, we're heading up...

To the entrance ramp
of the...

I-65 heading...North.

- Okay, we're headed North--
- No, wait.

- East.
- Hang on a second.

[Angrily]
Which one is it?

This is what we call
highly relevant information!

I don't know, okay?
I pick locks.

Figure it out yourself.

You couldn't have just
handed me the phone, wise-ass?

All right, hang on.

Um...We're headed, uh...

Hell, I don't know.
Up and to the right?

Northeast!
Northeast on I-65.

- You copy?
- Yes, I copy.

But the Governor
requires hard evidence.

We got a truck
full of evidence, okay?

You better hurry,

of you're gonna have to bribe
the Governor of Tennessee too!

They have
the evidence.

Okay. I guess
I'll call the feds.

Yes, of course.

But I believe I paid for
a personal appearance.

Ah, hell.

If you're right...

Maybe I'll get
some press out of it.

[Alarm blaring]

Probably should have run
when you had the chance.

Bet you're both regretting
that about now.

What are the odds of this whole
place blowing up any second?

You might as well come out
and save us the hassle.

I don't know, dude.

I don't gamble.
House always wins.

(Warden Cole)
Even if you do get past us,
there's a sniper on the door.

You will not be
leaving here alive.

I'd say ten to one there's
chemicals everywhere in here.

Eddie, go see
what they're up to.

Good point.

What's the plan now?

Let's get outta here.

[Guards shouting]

[Tires screeching]

What's going on?

[Whispers]
Shh. Don't move.

- Think it's the cops?
- I don't know. Maybe.

Or maybe this little
drug deal just went south.

Either way,
we're about to find out.

Hands up--now!

Drop your weapons!

They're with me.

(Governor Strong)
At ease, gentlemen.

[Alarm blaring]

(Warden Cole)
Lock all the exits!

Don't let them out!

[Guard shouts]

Try that side!

(Warden Cole)
Shoot them on sight!

[Lighter clicks]

You got ten seconds
before I start shooting.

Sound fair?

[Counting fast]
Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six, five--

whoa, whoa, whoa, Guerrero.
Guerrero, it's over.

We got him.

Dude...

He killed my friend
and he framed me for it.

I know.

But if you kill him now,
he's not gonna suffer--

Oh, he's gonna suffer,
all right.

Isn't the saying
an eye for an eye?

Oh, hey, hey, hey.
Take it easy.

[Tires screeching]

[Siren whoops]

Let's go.

What is this?

(Winston)
Take it easy with his head.

Warden, watch your head
getting in the--

well...
Two days.

Just like we said.

You said one.

He said one.

Well, that was just
for effect.

I mean,
two was more realistic.

Uh-huh. I coulda
done it in one.

You know,
a simple thank-you would--

who am I talking to,
Mr. Manners?

You're welcome!

What are you guys,
cops or something?

Why they letting you out?

Good behavior.

So behave.

Okay, before you look
inside,

you should know
it's all fixable.

- You should have taken his eye out.
- I should have killed him.

Mr. Guerrero.

If you'd care
to join us in the plane,

I can arrange for your car
to be shipped home.

No, thanks.
I'll drive.

Please tell me they didn't
touch the engine.

They didn't touch
the engine.

Still...

It's quite a long drive.

And it would be
a lovely opportunity

for us to discuss
your spying on us.

Look, Ilsa,

I'm grateful for you
helping me out and all, but--

Of course.
However, back to the spying.

I don't know what you do
with your free time,

but following me
to Sunday bowling league?

Seriously,
you need a hobby.

You need to work on
your follow-through.

It's all in the wrist.

Fine. I'll stop
watching everyone's back.

- Wanna give me my briefcase?
Oh, yes, sure.

Find anything else
in here?

No. Nothing else.

Oh, uh, except
a bunch of fish food.

Seriously,
what's with that?

Is it like a...Poison
to torture people with?

No. It's for feeding
fish.

Are you sure
you won't join us?

No. Thanks.

Hey, Guerrero, how 'bout
I buy you a drink?

Celebrate
our new-found freedom.

Drink sounds good.

Haven't eaten
in a couple days.

Food sounds better.

Oh, I know a place.

[Pickup bell dings]

Enjoy.

What am I supposed
to do with this?

Suck the head.
Pinch the tail.

That's gross.

I'm gonna order
a cheeseburger.

So what do you want
to talk about?

All right. I know you have
a reputation to uphold,

but in the future,
a simple collect call

would make it a lot
easier on all of us.

[Laughs]

- You're joking, right?
- No.

- Ilsa put you up to that?
- [Laughs] No.

Dude, you sound like
my dad.

That's a disturbing thought.

But on that note...

What's this?

It's his birthday
coming up soon, right?

Yeah.

I figured you didn't have
much time to shop,

being in jail and all.

♪ Close your eyes,
I'll be here ♪

♪ in the morning ♪

It's drug-free,
by the way.

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ I'll be here
for a while ♪

Thanks, bro.

Don't mention it.

Right on.

♪ Close your cryin' eyes ♪

♪ I'll be layin' here
beside you ♪

♪ when the sun
comes on the rise ♪

♪ I'll stay as long
as the cuckoo wails ♪

♪ and the lonesome
blue Jay cries ♪

♪ close your eyes,
I'll be here ♪

♪ in the mornin' ♪

♪ close your eyes,
I'll be here ♪

♪ for a while ♪

♪ close your eyes,
I'll be here ♪

♪ in the mornin' ♪

♪ close your eyes,
I'll be here for a while ♪