JAG s04e22 Episode Script

It's Teresa Marcello.
"If you try to stop me, the American dies.
If you try to delay me, the American dies.
If you try to follow me, the American dies.
" - How did she know we were here? - Doesn't matter, she could not escape.
Tim Fawkes has been her hostage for over a year, I'm not gonna get his brains blown out now.
Tenente, he's like a father to me, don't get him killed.
Down, down! - You have reached-- - Hi, this is Lt.
Cmdr Ra-- --the District of Columbia emergency hotline.
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Cmdr.
Rabb.
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Yes.
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Why does a couple having a baby always trade in the guy's most treasured vehicle for a van? Well, a baby needs a lot of logistical support.
Stroller, car seat, portable playpen, diaper bag.
Lots and lots of stuff.
Stocking up for a baby or a regiment, lieutenant? I think a minivan sounds very sensible, Harriet.
Thank you, ma'am.
Why do men get so attached to their cars? I've had my bug since I was a sophomore at San Diego.
I rebuilt her from the frame up.
I flipped a gazillion burgers to pay for her.
She's got more great memories than she does miles.
I even lost my v-- Your "v--" what? Vette.
Somebody stole my Vette last night.
Did you call the police? I tried, I got more recordings than Sinatra.
Can't even believe she's gone.
I had that car since I got my wings.
Well, let it go, mate.
What do you mean, let it go? Well, a classic Corvette's easy to trace.
The buggers who snatched it are probably chopping her for parts as we speak.
Sorry, Harm.
Let's go call the police.
A gazillion great memories, huh? Burgers.
A gazillion burgers, Harriet.
Enter.
Mr.
Webb, sir.
Tiner, every time I turn away from this damn thing, a dog starts chewing it up.
That's a screen saver, sir.
Would you like me to change it, admiral? Please.
It's starting to remind me of the SECNAV.
I'll do it, Tiner.
We have to talk and I'm time-critical.
- As you were.
- Aye, sir.
What the hell happened to you? I got too close to a grenade.
So you finally decided to join the millennium and get computer literate.
No choice.
SECNAV said I was the only flag officer in the Navy not online.
Who threw the grenade? A rather beautiful woman.
There's one thing I've always admired about SEALs, admiral.
What? Just one? Your code of never leaving a man behind.
In the Company, we not only leave them behind, we deny ever knowing them.
Recognise her? No.
I assume she's the grenade tosser.
Teresa Marcello of the Red Brigades.
Italians eradicated La Brigadas Rosa same time the Berliners smashed the wall.
They never got Teresa.
She fled Italy and became a freelance terrorist.
Worked with everyone from Basque separatists to the IRA.
About a year ago, she returned to Italy and kidnapped this man.
Know him? You know damn well I know him, Webb, or you wouldn't be here.
What's the game? No game, A.
J.
Tim Fawkes recruited me into the Company.
Became my mentor.
Taught me everything he learned in 30 years.
He even told me about a SOG Op in Laos where he saved the life of a young SEAL lieutenant back in '68.
Why didn't you ever tell me you knew Tim? If I had, I'd have to tell you how I let him down the day he was kidnapped.
I froze.
Did nothing.
Did worse than nothing.
I watched them drive away without even getting a licence number.
And it was probably a stolen licence, wouldn't have done you any good.
At least I would've done something.
You said this Teresa Marcello was freelancing her terrorism.
Who'd she kidnap Tim for? The Bosnian Serbs.
They wanted to trade him for Simo Barzdic, who we snatched for war crimes.
And the Company wouldn't trade? We wouldn't even talk.
Tim was officially a cultural attaché with State.
The Company couldn't acknowledge he was one of ours.
And State refused to negotiate with the Serbs, because in reality, he wasn't one of theirs.
How do you people expect any loyalty? Abandonment is the price for getting caught.
Tim wasn't caught spying, he was kidnapped by a terrorist.
I don't make policy, A.
J.
, any more than you do.
I don't leave my friends behind, Webb.
That's why I'm here.
Two days ago, working without Company authorisation, I tried to affect a rescue using Italian anti-terrorist police.
It failed.
- Is Tim dead? - No.
He's still alive.
And I have a source who can locate him, but I need help.
I thought since Tim once saved your life-- Tim Fawkes didn't save my life.
He saved my soul.
You think maybe Brumby was right? No, Mic's having you on.
Look, I'm sure the police can find a lost car.
This wasn't lost, Mac, it was stolen.
You're never gonna get through.
I tried for over-- Auto Theft, Detective Bigi.
My jeep was jacked last June.
Mario, it's Sarah MacKenzie.
Sarah.
You calling for that dinner? Not yet.
Still don't trust yourself with an Italian, huh? No, I still don't trust myself with men.
Mario, my partner, Lieutenant Commander Rabb's '68 Corvette was stolen last night in front of his apartment between Seventh and Eighth.
Your partner is either rich or dumb if he parked a Corvette overnight on that street.
My apartment doesn't have a garage.
Moments like these are why I hate speakerphones.
Sorry.
Excuse me, commander, but the admiral wants to see you ASAP.
Did your Corvette have a police tracking system? No.
I thought it was too expensive.
Cheaper than buying another car.
Look, you know, maybe some kids took it for a joyride.
It happens.
But a '68 Corvette's a carjackers' dream, commander.
They get big money for it from a chop shop.
The parts are worth more than the car.
Give me the details and I'll get on it.
It was a frame-off restoration, crimson-red body.
Midnight-blue leather interior.
Chrome Remus exhaust system.
Super Punch airflow intake.
P Zero Racing tyres, balanced and blueprinted.
Chevy 350.
Polished imported heads.
You asked to see me, sir? What took you so long? Well, sir, I had to report my personal vehicle as stolen.
Oh, the cherry-red Vette? It was crimson, admiral, but, yes, sir.
I'm gonna be leaving the country for a few days on a personal emergency.
- I need for you to cover for me.
- Yes, sir.
I've informed the SECNAV you'll be doing the budget meeting tomorrow at 1100.
Mr.
Roberts has been crunching the numbers, he knows what's important to me and what's not.
Yes, sir.
Cmdr.
Mattoni and Cmdr.
Imes are duking it out on the Bennington court-martial.
You may need to referee.
Well, I'll hand out boxing gloves, sir.
Oh, Major MacKenzie may need your help with the Ensign Brown manslaughter.
The major and I are already working together on that case.
All right.
And the You can figure it out.
There.
All right.
You're leaving the country, sir? I said it was personal, commander.
Aye, sir.
Here.
You can take my wheels while I'm out of town.
Thank you, admiral.
This is where it happened? You can still see dried blood on the pavers.
Tenente's femoral artery was severed by a grenade fragment.
He died before the paramedicos got here.
Did you know him very well? I only met him that morning.
But when I asked him to hold fire, he did.
It got him killed.
They should wash all the blood out.
You just spoke French, Spanish and Italian in one sentence.
He understood what I was saying.
Webb.
It's George Decker, he's one of ours.
Ours? You mean CIA? What a lousy coincidence.
I don't believe in coincidences, and I'll wager, neither does the Mafia.
Get rid of him, it could blow the meeting.
- How? - Hell, I don't know, he's one of yours.
- George.
- Clayton Webb.
Maria Elena.
Signorina Elena.
Webb works at State with me.
Working on the cable-car accident, aren't you, Clayton? So it seems.
A terrible incidente.
Yes, it's tragic for everyone, but especially for the families of the victims.
You seem to have had an accident of your own, Mr.
Webb.
He had a run-in with a van.
I thought you went home to recuperate.
Oh, I heal faster in Rome.
It must be the wine, the sunshine and the pretty girls.
Who's your friend? He's an actuarial accountant.
He computes the value of accidentally terminated life for settlement purposes.
And if you don't leave now, he'll be computing yours.
Timing's everything.
I beg your pardon? Looks like y'all are gonna miss our Minivans for Moms sale.
It's over in ten days, and the lieutenant obviously has a month or two to go here, so-- No, no.
I'm due on Friday.
- You're pulling my leg.
- No, I swear.
My Marylou was bigger than you in her fourth month.
Hey, let's get you off your feet here, lieutenant.
We're not buying, we're just looking.
Well, now, that's sensible, very sensible.
Compare prices, compare models, and then see Senator Jim, that's me.
I'm Harriet and this is my husband, Bud.
You were a senator? Batboy for the Washington Senators when I was a kid.
Here we go.
These ergometrically-designed seats are perfect for a little lady in your condition.
Comfortable as an old slipper, isn't it? Wow, this is amazing.
This van has a lot of bells and whistles.
We're looking for something a little bit more modest.
Well, practically everything on her is standard, lieutenant.
You've got your cup holder, vanity mirror, coolant-temperature gauge, storage bin, windshield wipers, carpeting, cloth headliner, even AM-FM radio.
Oh, what about the cruise control, the CD player--? - Oh, my God, is that a GPS? - Well, now, that's extra.
But think of the piece of mind you'll have knowing exactly where you are anywhere in the United States or Canada.
We'll read maps.
Well, now, the standard equipment here in the rear compartment are two integrated child seats.
We only need one.
Well, for now.
Oh, my gosh, is that a TV set? Complete with a VCR.
Keep your little ones entertained on those long summer road trips to Disney World or the Grand Canyon.
I've never seen the Grand Canyon.
It's probably a gas guzzler.
Oh, 25 miles to the gallon even with that air conditioner throwing out snowballs in August.
Oh, Bud, I love it.
Thirty-two thousand? Well, that includes roof rack, alloy wheels and special trim.
That's as much as I net in a year.
Maybe I could get my dad to help us.
I'm not gonna take any money from your father.
We'll just have to buy something less expensive.
Like what? Your Mafia friend's late.
He'll be here.
The table at the door is for his bodyguard.
Why is the Mafia helping us find Teresa? Well, there are two rival syndicates in Italy.
The Camorra and 'Ndrangheta in Naples and the Mafia in Sicily.
Teresa's uncle, Mario Marcello, is boss of the Camorra.
The man we're meeting, Enrico Amati, is boss of the Sicilian Mafia.
Amati's helping us because he just wants to jerk Marcello's chain? Losing face is as important in Italy as it is in China.
Must have something to do with Marco Polo.
Yeah, well, think about this.
Why is Teresa holding on to Tim? After the Serb swap didn't happen, why didn't she kill him or just cut him loose? I don't know, but that table's about to be occupied.
I don't think the admiral's gonna get away with this one, sir.
What one? Page 32.
"Maintenance of real property.
" Yes, sir, Item 15.
Repair and plastering of courtroom ceiling.
Thirty-two thousand, eight hundred dollars and fifty-two cents? Outrageous, isn't it, commander? For the price of a fully loaded minivan, just plug up a few bullet holes.
Bullet holes? Well, yes, sir.
Remember when you: That was two years ago, Bud.
They plastered over those holes.
I was docked a hundred bucks a hole.
Structural damage wasn't found until last month.
Structural damage? It's all explained in Addendum 73.
Bid Alpha 4770.
"Demolition of existing stucco.
Ceiling rafters.
Removal of slate roof.
Reframing new roof.
Hot mop number 90 over 30 copper-wire system.
" - What the hell is that? - I don't know, sir, but it's expensive.
"Replacement of air ducts, new flashings, re-installation of old slate.
" I'm not responsible for all this, am I? The surveyors claim that your rounds cracked the slate and a year and a half of rain did the rest.
But the admiral's prepared to argue that the roof was leaking before you aerated it and that you merely exacerbated an existing problem.
- That's a good argument.
- SECNAV's never gonna buy that, sir.
You're right.
Suggestions, Mr.
Roberts? Put it under the building health programme, sir.
- Building has a health programme? - Yes, sir.
This is a very old building.
When they sealed and air-conditioned it in the '60s, the building stopped breathing.
The mould's been building up in the air ducts, the ozone from the copiers, and the out-gassing from the paint and the carpets, they're all being trapped inside.
The result is an extraordinary loss of man-hours due to respiratory infections.
You know, I have had a lot of colds since I've been stationed here.
Now, we've been authorised to replace the air conditioner, paints, carpets, clean out the air ducts and rebuild the roof ventilation system.
Which one could argue you started doing about two years ago.
Sir, I believe this bid belongs in the building health budget.
You know, the admiral said you knew how he wanted things handled, so if you say that's where it belongs, then I say you're right.
Yes, sir.
Thank you very much, lieutenant.
- Can I ask a favour, sir? - You name it, Bud.
Talk Harriet out of a minivan.
I assume you're armed, so please deposit your weapons on the waiter's tray.
Mine's bigger.
Not very trusting.
That's why I'm alive.
The gun of a spy, huh? And the gun of a soldier.
Sailor.
Then you must be Clayton Webb.
That's right.
- And you? - Admiral A.
J.
Chegwidden.
Chegwidden? Chegwidden? Oh, yes.
You're the man who killed my nephew, Luscino Antinori.
Ironic, isn't it? You ask me to locate Teresa Marcello before she executes a CIA hostage, and you bring with you the man who murdered my nephew.
Signor Amati, you're obviously mistaken.
No, he's not.
I killed Luscino Antinori defending my daughter, Francesca, and I assume you know that.
I know Luscino kidnapped your daughter.
I also know he killed her stepfather, Vittorio Paretti.
And most important of all, I know he stole from me.
If you didn't kill Luscino, I would have.
- Then we don't have a problem.
- But we do.
The admiral may have done me a favour, but I must let my sister know that her son's killer is in Roma.
Is that necessary? She's my sister.
She has the right to avenge her son's death, eh? She will try to kill the admiral? Only the Camorra use their women to kill.
Her husband, Vincenzo, he will avenge his son's death.
This is crazy.
English, please? Signor Amati.
Many people have tried to kill me, one time or another.
They're mostly dead.
So there's a good chance that your brother-in-law will join them if he comes after me.
Does he have other sons? When he comes, I'll regrettably kill him too.
And after him? My sister will expect me to uphold the honour of mi famiglia.
Then I'll have to kill you.
I don't wanna have to do that.
A killing between us does not embarrass the Camorra.
Very true.
And Vincenzo is good to my sister and Emidio is studying to become a doctor.
- Then you won't call your sister? - No.
No, he's obligated to do that.
When he calls, that's his choice.
My sister lives in a fishing village near Sciacca.
If I call in the morning, Vincenzo won't get here until day after tomorrow.
I assume that's enough time for you to conclude your business.
If your information is accurate.
It is accurate, admiral.
Where is Teresa Marcello hiding? In the last place in Italy an Americano would dare to look.
He's requested a sat recon of the ski resort in Cavalese? How'd Webb get the authorisation? A JAGMAN investigation? Chegwidden.
Admiral A.
J.
Chegwidden.
That's the guy I saw with Webb.
I knew he looked familiar.
No, no, no, I'll take care of it.
The accountant friend of Signor Webb, he's an admiral? You weren't supposed to hear that.
Then stuff my ears.
That's not exactly what I had in mind.
I don't understand this macho thing that men have with their cars.
Me neither.
I suppose you didn't practically wet your pants this morning over that minivan? Sir, at nine months, it's a physical, not an emotional reaction.
What is wrong with them getting a minivan? It seems a very sensible choice to me.
It's a mom car.
What makes a minivan a mom car? Comes standard with two peanut-butter covered kids.
Oh, like a Corvette comes with a long-legged blond? A guy wants a car with a little zip, not something that goes from zero to 60 in a weekend.
Commander, we're having a baby.
We want something with comfort and safety and cargo space.
- Not zip.
- How about an SUV? Not enough cargo space, and it costs more.
What's an SUV? Sports utility vehicle.
It's like a jeep.
You're really not into cars, are you? No, a car is strictly transportation to me.
I don't need it to define my sexuality.
Oh, otherwise, you'd be driving a Humvee.
Oh, man.
Did you ever hear the story about the elephant, the mouse and the Porsche? Commander, Detective Bigi is on the line.
They found your Corvette.
Clayton, what's wrong? Nothing.
Nothing? You look pale as a dead fish.
Your satellite request came through.
We have a 15-minute clearance at 2117 Zulu.
Clayton, you ever killed anyone? That's a silly question to ask a Company man.
No, I know you've run ops where people have died.
I asked, have you ever killed anyone? Face-to-face? Once.
Actually, I didn't kill him, he recovered.
Were you trying to kill him? - Yes.
- Good.
All I have to worry about is you being a lousy shot.
We got lucky.
We raided this suspected chop shop this afternoon, found your Corvette among a number of stolen vehicles.
Where is it? There.
That's my Corvette? I'm afraid that's all that's left, commander.
They evidently shipped all the parts before the raid.
Harm, I'm really sorry.
I wish to hell you hadn't found her, detective.
I would rather have imagined some thief driving her than see her like this.
I know it's hard to take, but finding the frame will speed up the insurance process.
I'm sorry, detective.
I do appreciate you finding her.
I just wish you'd found her sooner, you know? Me too, commander.
Sarah, when you leave the nunnery, give me a call.
I will.
So I suppose you'll be getting another Corvette.
You know, I had a Jack Russell terrier once named Kip.
Kip was a great dog.
Grew old and he died.
After he was gone, I got another dog.
But I didn't get a Jack Russell terrier.
So, what's it gonna be? A Mustang, Camaro, Beemer, - Porsche? - I don't know.
Maybe it's time I got something I can drive cross-country without shipping my luggage, you know? Well, whatever you get, put this in it.
Thanks, Mac.
I know him.
He's the terrorist who pulled Tim into the van in the Via Crispi.
Amati's a man of his word, he found them.
Got one of them anyway.
Webb.
It's the Marine Guard, George Decker's outside.
Let him in.
It's okay, sergeant.
I know you used the cable-car accident as your cover, Webb.
But isn't diverting a satellite over Cavalese carrying things a bit too far? We're not on the Company's nickel, George, so it's none of your business.
I'm assistant head of station, you still work for the Company, which has ordered you to stay out of the Fawkes situation.
Widen that to a 50-metre square and give me a 1 -metre grid on the hard copy.
All right.
If you were under Company orders, you wouldn't be using Navy satellite time.
- It's a joint op.
- It can't be.
- I'd know.
- Why would you know? Because I'm in charge of the Fawkes situation.
And I have been ordered to do nothing.
Nothing.
- And you've been doing it very well.
- You're gonna get Tim Fawkes killed.
Teresa Marcello isn't gonna let him live forever.
Have you found her yet? After that fiasco, the Italians are gonna shoot first and sort the bodies out later.
We aren't involving the Italians.
You're going in alone? Wanna go with us? I'm calling Langley.
No, you're not.
I'm not gonna arm wrestle you for a phone, admiral.
Good, because you would lose.
Now, you go back to doing nothing and leave this to us.
We lose signal in 30 seconds.
Somebody's coming out.
Zoom back in.
There's two more coming.
I think the first one is the big guy with glasses.
Forget him, centre on the other two.
One of them may be Tim.
I can't, I'm losing signal.
It's Teresa Marcello.
We found them.
We lost them.
Those are suitcases they were loading.
Pulling out.
Why are they looking up? It's a full moon.
If you knew you were being photographed by a satellite, what would you have a tendency to do? Look up.
Someone told them they were under satellite surveillance.
Take it easy.
I don't know what the hell you think you're doing.
You warned Teresa Marcello she was under satellite surveillance, Decker.
What the hell is going on, George? Look, I told you, I'm in charge of the Fawkes situation.
Now, let it go before somebody gets killed.
I'll tell you somebody's gonna die in ten seconds if they don't come up with answers.
Now, why did you warn Teresa Marcello? I've been paying Teresa Marcello - to keep Tim Fawkes alive.
- What? When the swap for Barzdic didn't happen, the Serbs refused to pay her, so Teresa offered to give Tim back to us for a million dollars.
And the Company wouldn't pay it? They offered 100,000.
At one time, Tim Fawkes was up for director.
Which is why the Company offered a hundred thousand.
Hey, if it were you or me, it would have been nada.
So why dribble the ransom out at $10,000 a month? The 10,000 isn't ransom.
It's option money until we can get her the full million.
Which will never happen.
No, no, it could.
I mean, that's the reason I warned Teresa.
I didn't wanna risk getting Tim killed while you're trying to free him.
I don't believe you.
Tim Fawkes ran our Balkan operations.
The Serbs may decide to pay Teresa to get him for intelligence reasons.
Then the Company could justify paying the million.
Maybe more.
Depending on what the Serbs offer Teresa.
So if the Company thinks it's in the national interest to pay the ransom, they will.
But if it's just to save the life of a man who worked loyally for them for 30 years, they won't.
That's the way the world works.
Not my world.
You're gonna contact Teresa Marcello and you're gonna tell her the ransom's gonna be paid in full tomorrow.
So you can save him? It's not gonna work.
She's gonna blow Tim up and me along with him.
- He's wired with explosives? - And a radio mike.
When I meet Tim to pass him the option money, Teresa listens to every word we say.
And she's warned me, there are two detonators, either can set off the bomb.
Even if you get Teresa, you don't know who the second trigger is.
Where do you meet him? At the fountain in the Piazza Santa Maria at 2.
It's always crowded then.
Tim shows up, and then he disappears.
Make the call.
Tim and I will die.
Not if both terrorists die at once.
So Bud tells me you sold the budget to the SECNAV.
Yeah, he did a little creative slashing and I think the admiral will be pleased.
- Have you heard from him? - No.
I have no idea where he is or what he's doing, he told me it was personal.
Yeah, I know how that goes.
That's why you haven't asked me about last week, isn't it? I never thanked you for the flowers, they were beautiful.
- I would have come to the funeral - I know.
That's why I didn't call until Dad was buried.
My mother was there.
How was that? It was a growing experience.
If you hadn't talked me into it, I never would have gone.
Mac, I can't talk you into something you didn't want.
Just the same, thank you.
It's getting dark in here.
Is it? Yeah.
Why don't you come with me and help me pick out a new car with Harriet and Bud? Isn't that something Jordi should be doing? Mac, you pick out a new car with your girlfriend, you might as well buy her a ring.
You tell Tim it's a great day to be playing baseball at Ebbets Field.
Ebbets Field hasn't existed since the '50s.
September the 24th, 1957, to be exact.
You tell him you heard he umpired there.
By then, he'll know I'm here and what I'm asking.
- What are you asking? - I'm asking where the terrorists are.
- Whoa, how will he know--? - Decker, just do what I tell you.
Okay? Now, listen, this is very important.
When Tim approaches you, you stand right here facing this fountain.
What if he approaches from behind? You face this fountain until he comes around and faces you, okay? Good, good.
Now, what are you gonna say? It's a great day to be playing baseball at Ebbets Field.
Where I heard you used to umpire.
Where I heard you used to umpire.
Good, good.
Now, Tim's gonna say things to you relating to fielding positions.
He may say that he didn't umpire there, that he played second base or he played right field.
It doesn't matter.
I'll understand what he's saying, you just keep the conversation going.
- For how long? - Until we kill the terrorists.
Or until you and Tim blow up.
All right.
You got 15 minutes.
Hey, George.
Good luck.
Okay, you're looking at a baseball field where the fountain is the pitcher's mound.
The travel agency would be first base, - the art exhibit would be second base.
- Got it.
Tim is gonna identify targets based on fielding positions.
If he says he played right field, that means one of them would be in the trattoria.
If he says he played third base, it would be around the gelato stand.
- Left field would be-- - Where the Vespas are parked.
- Good.
- What if one of them is up in a room? Well, he might say something about the right-field bleachers or the press box behind home plate.
Look, it's not perfect, but it doesn't have to be.
We know Teresa and we know the big guy with glasses.
What if there are three of them? You did this with Tim in Laos, didn't you? When he saved your soul.
Pathet Lao were funnelling MIAs north through a small German missionary hospital on the Mekong.
Somebody there was using sodium pentathol to interrogate American pilots.
The intel they were getting, it was costing us a lot of lives, so my SEAL team was sent in to take them out.
Tim was the CIA operative in the area working undercover as a French missionary.
He was able to get inside the compound, which was heavily guarded by the Pathet Lao.
I spent a day and a night on a ridge a thousand metres away sweating over my scope, waiting for Tim to identify the target and call the shot.
He never did.
Why not? The target was a nun.
Would you have taken the shot if he'd called it? I was young and believed in carrying out my mission above all else.
You didn't answer my question.
You'd better get down there.
Hey, kids, get out of here.
- What's so funny? - Decker's Italian.
Okay, I got him.
It's Tim.
He's coming from centre field.
Hello, George.
Tim.
Great day to be an umpire at Ebbets Field.
Didn't you use to umpire there? No, I usually played right field.
Or helped out in the press box.
Okay, he's called right field and a press box.
The press box is directly below me.
I got no shot.
That one's yours.
I'll take right field.
I've got the big guy with the glasses.
- You're looking for Teresa.
- Copy that.
- Is that the money? - The money? Oh, yeah.
Here's the money.
Webb? Still searching.
I got her! Shoot! - Ebbets Field? - Was it Dodger Stadium? Don't you just love it, Bud? Yeah, I love it since I get to keep my bug.
Well, a thousand dollars' trade-in wasn't nearly enough money for the car you lost your vi-- Will you stop that? How is it, sir? Well, it's no Corvette, but, you know, it's got some spunk and it's four-wheel drive, so I can go off-road.
I think it fits you, sir.
We'll see.
This is great.
I had no idea what I was missing all these years.