For God's sake tell me, somebody tell me, where is my father?
Somebody go and get him, he's right outside!
He's outside!
Sergeant, he's dead!
How much was his life supposed to be worth to these hoods?
Ten thousand dollars.
Everybody thinks he's dead.
The cop is alive.
He might just lead a pack of albin assassins straight to Jack Doyle's hideout.
Who's gonna bring me Jack Doyle's hat?
You want him, Papa, I'll get him for you.
Sergeant Doyle is on a flight that just came in.
Which of you is going to handle the questions?
I am, Doctor.
Here he comes.
Excuse me.
Welcome home, Sergeant Doyle.
San Francisco would like a little film if you don't mind.
Take it easy, you're still wobbly.
Sergeant, can you tell us anything about your capture?
No, ma'am.
See, it was pretty far back and I was pretty unconscious at the time.
Any feelings about being left for dead?
You know, the rest of your crew got out.
Yeah.
I, uh, I'm glad.
I thought they were dead.
How did you make your escape?
Some B-52s bombed the camp I was in.
The VC got panicky so I went to AWL.
Sergeant, we know the joy of your return has been sadly diminished by the news that your father died two years ago.
Any comment?
My, uh, dad was a great guy and, uh...
Sergeant Michael Doyle, son of Officer Jack Doyle, San Francisco Police.
Helicopter gunner, reported killed in Cambodia.
Jan Cook from Travis Air Force Base.
Sergeant, is there anyone here at all to meet you or...?
Um, I think that's enough.
The answer is no.
The Sergeant is in the family now.
I wouldn't say that.
Welcome home, man.
You remember, Fran.
We were a PFC a million years ago.
I sure do.
This just about makes it complete, huh?
Watch him. He's fickle.
I am taking this patient to the hospital.
Well, for your safety, not his.
You got it, Doc.
You guys are gonna come along, aren't you?
I got a lot of questions.
Try to get rid of us.
Dad?
Dad! Dad, wait!
Get him!
That's my father!
Come on, let me go!
Somebody go and get him! He's right outside!
He's outside!
I saw my father.
I saw him.
Is it true that this guy Alban put out a contract to have my father killed?
Well, it's always a hard thing to prove.
But your father spent a full year undercover,
masquerading as a member of the Alban criminal organization.
He put the boss in prison for ten years,
sent two of his men to the hospital,
and then he was released.
He was a good man.
He put the boss in prison for ten years,
sent two of his chief lieutenants up for murder,
and broke the Alban mob.
How much was his life supposed to be worth to these hoods?
Ten thousand dollars.
Double if the hit was made before he testified.
It must have been hell for him on the stand.
It was?
But for another reason,
one you can understand better than any of us.
On the day the trial began,
your father got the news that you'd been killed in action.
You don't pull any punches, do you?
Well, son, no.
Sergeant, we can go into greater detail tomorrow if you...
Wait a minute.
This says he drove off the road.
Driving from Belinas to Sausalito.
Got caught in a thunderstorm.
Swerved to avoid a mudslide.
What's he doing in Belinas?
Is he on a case?
No, vacation.
He was pretty much exhausted after the trial.
I didn't bring much with me tonight, Mike.
Just those clippings and this letter from the commissioner.
It's a fairly detailed account
from the one man with first-hand knowledge of what took place.
Commissioner Randall personally conducted the investigation
to satisfy the press and himself
that it wasn't Alban's contract being fulfilled.
That's right.
That's right, it couldn't have been.
Not if I saw him tonight.
Mike, for your own well-being,
you're not going to be able to prove your father's death.
What reality?
Suppose this story is a plant.
What am I supposed to believe? Who am I supposed to believe?
I'm sorry, sir.
The ambulance is ready.
All right, Mike.
As soon as the hospital releases you, I want you to come into town.
It's a matter of insurance money and your father's personal effects.
And Commissioner Randall is due back day after tomorrow.
I'm sorry, sir.
It's just that for 29 months I kept my head together
while the guys around me weren't.
They're dead and I'm alive.
I know the major here thinks I was hallucinating.
Just that you've been under a severe and protracted strain.
Okay.
I saw my father tonight.
Perhaps you did, Mike.
Perhaps you saw him...
with your heart.
Daddy cried, that's my father.
But the miracle of Mike Doyle's return,
the only one of the night.
The young sergeant's father died two years ago,
but he said, there's my father.
What do you think?
I think he's nuts. Jack Doyle is dead.
You know he's dead. I know he's dead.
Everybody knows he's dead.
So what's the question?
The question is, would Babe want something done about it?
If Babe wants something done about it,
he'll tell me when he reads the newspapers.
So there's a parole warrant.
All right, all right, but just, you know, let it lay.
You make a big noise, you're only gonna stir up a lot of trouble.
Forget it. This is what Babe wants for you.
And what if Jack Doyle's alive?
What ifs can only give you stomach ulcers.
Forget it.
I put him there. I happen to be his son, Tony.
I can't forget.
So why don't I feel something?
Half a dozen official reports,
death certificate,
headstone in a grave.
They all say that this is where he is.
So why don't I feel something?
Were you at the funeral?
Graveside services.
Did you see him?
His car fell on top of him
at the bottom of a hundred-foot ravine.
Common Sense should tell you why the casket was sealed.
Common Sense would tell me that he was dead
if I could believe I didn't see him.
All right.
All right. I've long since accepted
that you did catch a fleeting glimpse of someone the other night.
I do want you to understand what you're doing
with that flimsy bit of evidence.
You're insinuating that Commissioner Randall
willfully falsified your father's death.
Hi, it's I.
Shannon's still with you, Chief.
He followed from the cemetery.
Yes, I'm aware of that.
I made the car.
Registered to S.A. Construction.
I'll work you.
Thank you.
Very good of you to call.
Right.
He claimed this was the finest fishing jacket he'd ever owned.
You sent it today you made corporal, right?
Right.
You'd better have yours.
I wouldn't be caught near a stream without it.
This is the works, huh?
Except for this.
If you'd let us,
we'd like to have the badge framed for you.
Thanks, that'd be nice.
His driver's license.
Expired, of course.
I was with him one time when he almost got a ticket for that.
Birthday dates.
Mom's in mine.
Couldn't even remember his own.
Sent him that from NAM after my first combat mission.
The veteran.
He must have been very proud.
He had a few pounds more something to be proud of when that was taken.
What's the matter, Mike?
There's a picture missing.
A picture he took at Fisherman's Wharf.
It's missing.
Well, it could have been misplaced when he went through his things.
It's not on the inventory.
Maybe lost in the accident.
Listen.
This is his Army discharge card.
You can't lose it out of there.
You gotta take it out.
That's where the picture belongs.
Back to back.
Right here.
There's a picture of Mom and me.
A week before she died.
Dad wouldn't have parted with that for anything.
Not for anything.
There are possible explanations.
Not for me, there isn't.
You can talk me out of everything else.
But you can't talk me out of this.
And he's alive.
I know it now.
And if I'm the only one in the world, believe me, alone is one thing I know how to be.
No matter how you mean it, Mike, you're not alone.
For God's sake, tell me.
Somebody tell me.
Where is my father?
Check the mount out.
Okay.
Thanks, Mike.
Hey, Sam.
What's up?
I'm going to Tacoma.
I'll be coming back tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, no.
No, you gotta stay right here.
My father sent for me.
He sent for you?
Why?
The man who called didn't say.
Just come, that's all.
Just come just like that?
Come on, take me in here.
No, listen, Stanley.
You get that close to the babe and the feds are gonna know about it.
And they're gonna get a sneaky suspicion that maybe he's involved in this.
Now, look at it clean.
It's gonna come out dirty.
Now, babe knows that.
So let me go.
Let me go talk to him.
He sent for me.
All right, then go.
Hey!
Try me at the airport.
Well, I don't participate.
Stanley, wait a second.
Young Doyle got into town this morning.
Ironside picked him up at the airport and drove him out to the cemetery.
You don't participate.
You're a phony old man.
They stood there around Jack Doyle's grave just like I've stood with you a hundred times around your mother's grave.
Now, babe knows that.
Tell them that cop is dead.
They wouldn't go that far to prove a lie to his own son.
I gotta make a plane in 45 minutes.
Will you take me to the airport?
I'll do you.
Well, late Sergeant Brown.
I've been busy snooping.
Where is everybody?
Finding Michael Hotel and making sure he's not followed.
The car on your tail left you at City Hall that went on to a high-rise excavation.
S.A. Construction Company.
Division of Stanley Alexis Investments.
Babe Albenson.
Alexis was the grandmother's name.
Friend of the family, are you?
Call the Federal Penitentiary at McNeil Island.
Tell the warden that whenever Babe Albenson has a visitor, Chief Ironside wants to know.
Chief Ironside is leaving.
For a long overdue appointment.
Don't you want to know who was driving the car?
Tony Hudson.
Tony Hudson was driving the car.
Who is Tony Hudson?
You knew him as Anthony Cerbo.
Oh, yeah, the fish that got away.
He followed you?
Long enough to convince me that the contract on Jack Doyle's life is still in force.
Did you pick him up?
I don't want him yet.
Oh, probably just reacting to what they read in the papers.
Jack's death was established long ago.
All the questions answered and all the answers believed because they came from you.
You're not doubting me, are you?
Time has passed and his son is alive.
I can imagine a situation in which that might make some difference.
Look, just because the boy is...
Sergeant Michael Doyle is not a boy.
Sergeant Michael Doyle wants to open his father's grave.
I'll oppose that.
As I've done so far.
But tomorrow morning, if I must, I'll help him get a court order.
All right, as a friend.
Before we both get bloody noses, lay off.
Now we're getting somewhere.
All right, as an order, lay off.
Lay off what?
Lay off the moral obligation to a young man grown old before his time?
Look, I flatly resent any implication that I'm insensitive to what he went through.
Whether you choose to believe it or not, I am not trying to play God.
I will tell you this.
Stop trying to force my hand.
You're taking the fifth, Dennis.
That's it. End of interview.
May I ask one favor?
You may ask.
Call Sergeant Doyle and level with him.
And what, in your August opinion, would I level about?
Well, I'd guess that you and Jack and the United States Department of Justice
conspired to bury Jack Doyle.
Not in that grave out there. That's a John Doe.
The cover-up was standard and perfect.
A complete and official change of identity.
To persuade the underworld that one of its prime targets no longer existed.
Now, does that make sense?
Makes me ill.
And it made Jack safe, even content, until he learned that Mike had in fact survived.
Then he took a foolish chance.
A beautiful chance.
He turned up at Travis Air Force Base.
To see his only son come home.
You're not exactly right as to how it was done.
But you're close enough for me to violate a trust.
How about share a trust?
Jack is alive.
There is a way he can be reached.
Justice Department pipeline.
When I heard of Mike's resurrection, I did just that.
His response was short and pointed.
Quote, I don't want the kid.
Leave me dead.
You tell Mike or do I?
Look, I swore an oath of silence. Not to some nebulous they.
I swore to Jack.
And his life could depend on it.
The rotten kid.
Right away everybody remembers just because the rotten kid comes home.
You make me Tony's right, Papa. The kid could be a Section 8.
I could see Adolf Hitler tomorrow.
Don't give me the morrow. I'm giving you two days ago.
I go to meet the parole board.
I walk in, I look on the table and I see the newspaper.
Why have I seen Doyle, Doyle, Doyle?
Ten minutes later I'm packing my cell.
You had your first hearing. They turned you down.
You call me up here for that?
Cop is alive.
How do you know?
In my gut I know.
You got the meaning?
What are the percentages? What do you got to gain?
Who am I talking to? My son or Mr. Stanley, big shot Alexis?
Alexis doesn't fool the IRS, the police, the girl I'd like to marry.
But you know what it means to you when you get out of here?
You got it made, you don't even have to turn your hand.
Generosity or fault you got.
And with my dough, my son.
Three clean bucks back for every dirty one you gave me.
Had that happen, you got any explanations for that?
It's not bad.
It's not easy, huh?
Me, I grew up on stale bread dipped in grease.
I wanted a good life for you.
But it wasn't so easy being the son of...
...Babe Alvin, huh?
I didn't change my name, Papa. You did that.
Okay, I... You know, I don't want your dough.
I got a room here with a view for the rest of my life.
Come on. Ten years, you got two of them served already.
You think I'm gonna live eight more years in this stinking mill?
Huh. What do you think, Mr. Young and Healthy?
You're telling me you're sick?
I'm old. Comes a time when you're gonna die.
I trusted that guy.
I took him in. I trusted him.
I trusted my friend, that fink cup.
But he wiped out my name. He wiped it all my years.
And who cares?
I care. Tony cared.
In my time, a man had a debt of honor and he paid.
And today, who's gonna bring me Jack Doyle's hat?
Everybody thinks he's dead.
You think he's dead?
Papa, I'm not a trigger man.
I forgot. Modern times.
Everybody's a specialist.
Uh, you...
You go with love, Stanley Alexis.
And don't come back, it's bad for business.
Papa?
You want him, Papa? I'll get him for you.
Take care of yourself.
How, babe, luck to you.
What do you have to say?
He said to me, Stanley, who's minding the store?
Here, I found a bottle of Chianti you guys used to drink.
Hey, isn't that nice? Thank you.
Where's your big black cigar?
I don't smoke. You don't drink either?
Where's the soldier? Oh, the cuckoo sergeant?
Jack Doyle's son.
I don't know where he is.
Find him.
And when you find him, put a tail on him. Watch him day and night.
Listen, Stanley, the babe's a little upset just now.
The parole board turned him down.
But he'll cool off, believe me. I know him.
Do what I tell you, Tony.
Son, don't you understand?
We got out of the mobster business a lot of years ago.
Hey, you got a legitimate million-dollar operation going for you.
That's important.
I'm talking for the babe and you, not me.
You care, don't you? Sure.
That's one thing babe did say. He said nobody cares, but I told him I care.
I told him Tony cares.
Sure, I care.
I see what's been laid in your lap and I care.
And that's why I say to you, you pull one stupid, hot-headed wrong move...
and you're gonna blow the whole thing.
40 years' work.
Find him!
I don't know what else I can tell you to make me do.
He's simply not in his place of residence. He can't be found.
How do you know that, sir?
I'm the only official source in Washington.
Justice department?
A man in the department.
So Dad can't even talk to you except through this one man.
The man is a leak in a chain of contact. Your father calls the shots.
And who said to leave him dead?
Those were his words and I'm not at liberty to second-guess him.
But I want you to give some thought to his reasoning.
We're all concerned for you, Mike, for your future and your welfare.
Sir, I was issued one life, this life...
and for some perverted reason I want to spend it...
with the only living relative I have on this earth.
I hope that's clear to this man you speak to...
because that's how I see my future welfare.
And that's how I'm gonna have it.
Mind if I ask how you're going to proceed?
I intend to proceed to a TV station, sir.
I intend to go on television and radio.
I'm gonna ask 100 million people to please help me.
If I may speak for Babe Alvin, it's a whale of an idea...
worth $10,000 to some assassin.
Do you believe Dad said he doesn't want me?
I don't know where he is or what he said...
or why.
But I am going to find out.
You are?
With your permission, I'm going to Washington.
Without your permission, I'm going to Washington.
Do I have your permission?
Thank you for making time to see me on short notice, Mr. Sloat.
I hope I haven't interrupted you.
I hope I haven't interfered with your luncheon plans.
We learned to improvise. I'm having something sent in.
I hope you like seafood salads.
With a little San Francisco sourdough?
I was ready for you, but not that ready.
Randall tells me that you and young Mike...
have been followed around San Francisco.
Could you have been followed here to Washington?
I am sure that you know that.
So you do have faith in us.
I have indeed.
Since Mike's return,
Babe Alban has had one visitor.
His son, Stanley Alexis.
So you're on top of that, too.
It's an unavoidable factor, Mr. Sloat, but not the central one.
Hearing from Jack third-hand is not going to satisfy Mike.
And I must tell you,
second-hand won't satisfy me.
Is the caterer here?
Send him in.
Excuse me.
Lost a little weight, Jack, but it's good to see you.
Yeah. I wish I could say the same thing with a snafu situation.
You better pour. I'm liable to spill it or throw it.
What are you doing here when my son is being tailed all around San Francisco?
You removed a snapshot of your wife and son from your wallet.
Give me a minute.
By the way, to save you the question, Mike is well.
Now, why don't you sit down and have some coffee?
Uh...
I don't know about...
You know what I think, but that kid has been true already,
and he's only 23 years old, you know?
Mike has served notice, Jack.
He means to find you and to be with you.
No. And I mean no.
I'm a fugitive, Bob.
I'm always looking over my shoulder.
A man can't saddle his son with something like that.
Call him. Tell him.
I'll give you the telephone number.
Oh, no.
Not me. It was bad enough when I saw him.
If I talked to him, I heard the sound of his voice.
Oh, you're gonna have to handle that for me, Bob.
Somebody has.
Jack, if I go back to the coast without an answer,
your son is going to come after you on his own.
And I warn you, he's tougher than you are.
He hasn't asked me to handle the thing for him.
Kid's really tough, huh?
Why don't you see him and judge for yourself?
I'm sorry, Bob.
I just can't believe that it's the right thing for him.
The man watching Mike is Tony Hudson.
That means Stanley Alexis.
And that means vengeance, not money.
You still ask me to make my son a target for those animals?
I'm betting that Stanley, despite his legitimate veneer,
is a chip off the old block.
I'm betting that he'd follow Mike anywhere.
That's right, Bob. And kill him because he's a doil.
He won't harm Mike as long as he thinks that Mike may lead him to you.
How would you feel about sticking that thick neck out?
How far? A country mile.
Well, Sergeant, the night you got home,
there were several credible people present,
and yet no one but you, no one, saw anything. Any comment?
Just that I did see him. That's all I can say.
There was a Major Dawson...
Sit down. The kid's on TV.
A physician or a psychiatrist?
Oh, yeah.
But I had the psychiatry, too, and I passed.
My head is on straight, Mr. Becerra.
Nobody doubts anything I say, except that I saw my father.
Now, you said that Commissioner Randall certified your father's death.
Are you calling our vaunted police commissioner a liar?
I'm not accusing anyone, sir. I could take legal action if I wanted to.
But I know there's a price on my father's head.
I also know that the government sometimes hides a witness
it thinks is in danger of being killed.
Well, if your father is alive,
aren't you increasing the danger to him with this publicity?
Of course I don't want to do that.
I just want to hear from him.
I just want him to get in touch with me.
I think he will, if he knows I'm alive.
I understood that you'd been getting messages from him.
Do you just hear these messages, or do you see them?
You mean, am I hearing voices?
No, sir. Not unless Chief Ironside is.
Or maybe the commissioner.
Well, where do these messages come from?
The government.
Oh, then the government's deceiving you.
They're not being a lot of help, believe me.
Kids are left-wing, dang that.
It's a trap.
I think there's a lot of confusion, Mr. Becerra.
I don't say who's to blame.
I certainly don't want to cause my father any trouble.
I just want to hear from him.
Not to tell me where he is, just to tell me where I can meet him.
I'll go anywhere in the world.
You don't know what hotel that is?
No, we've been looking.
Well, you find out.
I feel a break coming, Tony.
I'm going to put this on your head.
This is Phil.
Think that might shake anybody up?
A stirring performance, Mr. Visaro.
A pity it can't receive the acclaim it deserves.
I promise you it'll bring results.
What'll that be, fella?
A
Hello?
You just hold on, Roy.
If you're right, you're going to be well taken care of.
It's a psycho, huh?
Jack Doyle's dead.
What was that?
You ever hear of a guy named Roy Penrose?
Yeah, sure.
He used to work for Babies.
He's running a gin mill in town now.
Well, Jack Doyle's at that gin mill right now.
No, no, no, no.
Just...
Stanley, it's too patent.
It's a natural, Tony.
Come on.
Hey, buddy, you got a light?
You scared me.
Yeah.
You know where the nearest bus stop is around here?
Uh, listen, why don't you come on back to the bar and have a drink?
I got a city map there. I'll show you.
No, thanks.
Come on, huh?
No, thanks.
I said come on.
Well, the chief sure picked the right bar.
Right man, too.
Old boy's kept his hand.
Hi, Tony.
I bet you look good.
Yeah, looks can sometimes be deceiving.
What, no flowers, no apple pie?
Maybe next time I'll bring you a dead fish.
What's wrong?
Which one should I pack? The big suitcase, the little one?
Surprised me.
Thank you, sir. Appreciate the call.
Warden at McNeil Island.
Tony Hudson and Babe Alban are in conference.
You better get ready, Ed.
Go.
Why Stanley?
Because you said the cop was alive, that's why.
Stanley never swallowed that accident garbage.
For two years you kept telling me, telling me,
the cop is dead, the cop is dead, the cop is dead, like a broken reckon.
And Tony, you listen, I mean broken.
Go ahead.
I'm tired. I've been all the way around the block.
Oh, so you've got your credentials.
But who told me Jack Doyle was alive?
You know my son.
That's right.
And they're gonna do the same thing to him as they've done to you.
Maybe worse.
He's too smart for that.
Smart, knock it off, will you?
The kid's walking right into a trap, walking, he's running right into a trap.
Why? Because of some promise he made to you.
You call that smart?
Smart trap.
Take a good look at it, will you?
Don't you see? It's too pat.
It's like a road map.
Young Mike Doyle makes his pitch on TV.
The same night his old man shows up in a gin mill that's run by a guy that used to work for you.
Can't you see? It's Ironside.
He's leading Stanley around by the nose.
If anything happens to my son...
You can't stop them, babe, so you gotta stop him.
What is this, another broken record, Tony?
Listen, if it is, I'm gonna...
Babe, if I'm wrong, break me. If I'm right...
I still don't want to be around to see what's gonna happen.
All right.
Tell him I sent for you.
Tell him I got sawed at the parole board.
Tell him I was wrong, but tell him to lay off.
I'll tell him, but...
But he don't listen to me.
Make him listen.
I'll let you if you have to.
But stop him.
I know it sounds corny, Mike, but stay away from the window.
Why is it the cops dig westerns? My dad's the same way.
Audio visual aids.
Listen, I gotta go for a walk or something. You mind?
Sergeant, until that telephone rings, I mind.
Do push-ups.
All right, I'll be there myself in 20 minutes.
Where have you been?
Up to the island. See, babe, sent for me, wanted to see me.
Now he wants to see me.
Now he wants to see you.
Oh, yeah, well, I have business. I think I found the hotel.
You want to come with me, old friend?
Stanley, I give you the words of your father.
He says, tell Stanley before he makes a move I want to see him.
Oh, yeah? He sent for you to tell you that, huh?
Well, how come he didn't send for me to tell me what was on his mind?
Now, it couldn't be! Bet you went behind my back, could it?
What do you think you're gonna do with the gun?
What do you think I'm gonna do with the gun?
Come on, now, Stanley, for God sakes, cool off and listen to me.
I don't have time. Well, you make time!
I've been making time for you half my life.
Keeping you out of trouble, keeping your nose wiped clean.
What happens? You go up there, you spend 20 minutes with babe,
you come back acting like some two-bit mechanic, a sidewalk hodlum.
That's bad, huh? Yes, you don't know how bad.
Me and your old man, we walked in the gutter because we had to.
We did it to help put you up here where you are.
You want to go back down, baby? Huh?
Don't take the elevator and just jump out the window.
What are you telling me? You don't want to come with me?
Your father wants you to forget about that soldier.
I'm gonna tell you like I told him.
My name is Stanley Alban and the kid's name is Doyle.
I know, and I know you promised, babe, that you'd get up.
I promised myself! All right, and babe told me to break your neck if I have to.
And if I have to, I will! Now, get your hands off me!
You don't...
I told you to leave me alone, huh?
You told me, babe told me. Everybody tells me.
Sam, I will dump thing into you.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, thick-headed old man.
You just couldn't understand, could you?
Why?
I didn't want to hurt you, Tony. Not you.
Why couldn't you listen?
Just because you got old and tired, you think they do things differently now.
But they don't. Not all.
There's some things you have to handle the same way.
The same.
Can you understand that?
Hello?
Get moving. We got a bus to catch. There's a cab parked near the intersection.
Where's the new cab?
McNevin. Undercover vice.
Well, my feelings are hurt. I want to go along.
You've got to date with the judge in 15 minutes.
Looks like your fish has taken the bait.
Stanley, Alexis.
Hello.
Another little loose end for you, Fran. Find Tony Hudson.
Hello.
There's no one there, Stanley.
Put the gun down and come out.
Come out on top of your head. Come out slowly.
Come up now.
The VC would have taken a whole village with the ammo and meet you up.
I want that pistol for ballistics.
If this gentleman is right, then tell him we found Tony Hudson's body.
I guess he made a mess of the cabin.
The cabin belongs to Commissioner Randall. I dare say he'll be compensated.
You know, maybe I am nuts. I feel sorry for the guy.
Whatever he is, he came by it naturally.
Speaking of fathers.
The man in that boat's an old friend of mine.
Go down to the dock, Mike.
And thank him for trusting me with your life.
That's funny!