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( solo violin playing )
Fantastic, Natasha.
It was beautiful, Natasha.
Yeah, right. Vibrato was a mess, Dad.
I heard perfection.
You always hear perfection.
Mom?
The vibrato was fine.
What was all this arm at the end?
I don't know. I just felt it.
You just felt it?
What are you now, Britney What's-her-name?
She could do worse than be
Britney What's-her-name.
There, listen to my manager.
All of you, just relax,
we're going to have an amazing show tonight.
Yeah, "we."
He just counts the receipts.
Which will also be amazing,
thanks to this talented young woman.
I'm going to go get ready, okay?
Hey.
Quite the struggle.
Yeah.
Looks like she was grabbed here, dropped the bow.
No one on the stage saw her,
so she must have been carried out
through that emergency exit door there.
What about the alarm?
It was turned off.
That's the door everyone uses to catch a smoke in the alley.
We also found this backstage pass.
There's no ID on it.
The elastic band is torn,
so it must have come off during the struggle.
Must have been an inside job. It's a pretty risky plan.
Oh, uh, one other thing: her violin's missing.
A performer at her level,
that violin's worth
a hell of a lot of money,
so maybe the perp was actually after the instrument,
she put up a big fight, and he said,
"Heck with it. Let's grab her, too."
Let's hope it's not just about the violin.
If it is,
they have no need for her now.
DANNY: She just got
a six-figure record deal
for her first CD. She's got tour dates
set up through 2005,
and she's getting 15 grand per performance.
How many performances per year?
About 30, sometimes more.
It's all on her Web site.
They put how much she makes on her Web site?
It makes a pretty good target, huh?
We could be dealing with a stalker here.
I think what we need to do is cross-reference
the fans, the people who
work backstage,
and anybody who has access to the backstage area.
Got it.
Okay... the backstage pass
we found in her dressing room--
it was forged.
Holographic image. Has to be the work of a pro.
Should keep an eye out for anyone
who might have skills in graphic design.
Uh, any news on the violin?
Oh, yeah, this baby's got quite a bit of history.
The Amatti violin, nicknamed the "Serafina,"
built in 1624, it's worth
a quarter of a million bucks,
and was a gift from
her first mentor.
It's probably doubled in value
since it's been splattered all over the media.
Right, I've got calls in to some high-end violin dealers.
Any bites?
I'll tell you, there's a definite black market here,
so I don't think it's going to take long
for some greedy soul to show up.
SAMANTHA: So, you see...
when a bullet goes in to the thigh,
it can lodge in the fascia.
That's the, uh, connective tissue.
Mine was a through-and-through,
which means the bullet went...
I know what it is.
Okay, so to answer your question,
getting shot felt
very much like someone had taken a jackhammer to my leg.
A burning hot jackhammer.
And you're staring at me.
Samantha...
I asked you what it felt like to be shot,
and you described, in quite some detail,
the physical experience of being wounded.
I'm interested
in knowing how it felt
in other ways.
Oh.
Why didn't you say that?
Samantha,
you were brought here
because you were a hostage in a kidnapping,
during which you were shot in the leg
with your own gun.
You were assigned to desk duty,
and as soon as you were allowed back on active,
you shot and killed two suspects during an investigation.
That was a good shooting.
Yes, I read the report.
There's a little girl, a violinist, who is missing.
I'm sure you've heard.
I could help her
a lot more if I was out there doing my job.
Well, right now, this is part of your job.
And as our time is up I won't keep you.
( sighs )
I have you on for Thursday, 8:00 A.M...
I can't do Thursday.
But I'll call you.
Sorry, I got held up with something.
How'd it go?
Pointless.
That's good.
I spoke to our attache in Moscow.
He had some very interesting details on Natasha's
father, Dimitri. Here we go.
He was sentenced to 25 years
in a Russian prison for racketeering.
He only served two.
I doubt he got out for good behavior.
He must have turned on somebody.
Well, if that's the case,
I'm sure he had enemies going in,
he had a hell of a lot more coming out.
This is all our fault.
We put too much pressure on her.
She run away. That's what happened.
Mrs. Tzetcovich, I know this is
very difficult for you,
but it is not your fault.
There was evidence
of a struggle in her dressing room.
She was taken.
No, no,
you don't understand.
She came to me a few days ago,
and she asked
about not playing so much.
So the next month is Istanbul,
Prague, Budapest, and then we do Glidenburg,
and back again to Tanglewood, yeah?
Tasha?
Hello?
Is something wrong?
It just feels like too much.
Tasha, this is why we came to America.
So you can have these opportunities.
I know.
It's very hard to change the dates
once they're set.
There are a lot of people counting on us.
All right, if you really can't handle it,
we'll do everything we can to change it.
You tell me.
I said, "Okay."
Leave it like it is. It's only a year.
We tried so hard to protect her from the pressure.
We let her to have friends.
We let her to have
free time for herself,
but I think we failed.
( phone rings )
Excuse me.
Hello? Hello?
I need to know.
In all of your traveling,
did you ever see anyone suspicious around her?
Uh-uh. No.
Any overzealous fans?
You mean crazy?
Mm-hmm.
She has fans, no.
Not the ones we saw.
How about her friends?
Anyone you'd consider dangerous?
No, most of her friends are musicians.
Boyfriends?
She was focused on her music.
You know, when I was her age,
all me and my girlfriends ever talked about was boys.
Hmm. Not Natasha.
Who handles her finances?
We do.
We put everything in a trust
for her.
You see how we live. We don't take a penny from her.
My husband drives a taxi to support us.
( speaking Russian )
Any news?
I should be asking you that.
What is talking about?
I just heard you on the phone
asking someone to call you
if they heard anything about your daughter.
You speak Russian?
You in Moshka?
I do have some friends.
It's not a crime to ask them for help, is it?
No, but it is a crime to impede a federal investigation.
Are you being threatened?
If I'd been threatened,
I would have already taken care of it.
Is that so?
Yes.
Let me give you a little piece of advice.
If I find that you have interfered
with this investigation, or taken the law
into your own hands,
I will not hesitate to arrest you and your wife.
You cannot do that in this country.
I wouldn't count on it.
Now, I want you to come with me to my office.
We'll have a little discussion about your potential enemies.
This girl gets
10,000 hits a week on her Web site.
I had no idea the violin was so popular.
Speaking of, how's everything going on your end?
I got a meeting in a couple of hours
with a violin dealer.
I tell you, these guys run a very tight network.
Almost all of it is word of mouth.
Anything good in the fan mail?
Actually,
these are from this one Russian guy.
Listen to this.
"I have been following your career
"since you were a little girl.
"I know every move you make when you play.
It would mean so much for me to meet you."
That's creepy.
Mm-hmm.
Listen to this one. It's from four weeks ago.
"I come to all of your concerts,
"but it is impossible to talk to you.
"I am desperate to meet you, Natasha.
I will do what I can to make this happen."
That's even creepier.
What have we got on this guy?
His name is Ivan Breznev.
He has a PO box in Brooklyn.
I sent someone over there to see if I can get an address.
Hopefully, I will.
( rattling )
She got those
at the Mayan ruins.
We were in Cancun for one of her concerts last year.
I gave this to her.
This was mine when I was a little girl.
( music box playing )
I take it you had no idea about these.
No, what's that?
Drugs.
What does this mean?
Where there are drugs, there's usually drug dealers.
Her parents try to give her
a normal life, but that's all they can do-- try.
This girl cleared $700,000
last year.
Meanwhile, her father
makes $30,000 a year driving a cab.
Her mother home-schools her.
There's nothing normal about that.
We found drugs
in Natasha's room.
What?
OxyContin. It's an ***.
I know what it is.
Oh, my God.
My son Shane.
He was addicted to Oxy.
I had to put him into rehab last year,
but I thought he was clean now.
Wait a second.
Are Shane and Natasha... friends?
I found them together in his room
a couple of weeks ago.
I brought her into the office
and told her I didn't want her seeing him.
Why not?
Because boys are
a distraction you don't need right now.
He's not a distraction.
He helps me.
Come on, Natasha. How does he help you?
( sighing )
He loves me.
There are a lot of people who love you.
Yeah, but, but he loves me just for me.
He doesn't care if I'm a great performer.
I-I know this is going to sound strange
coming from me,
but he's not right for you, Tash.
What's going on?
Your father doesn't want us seeing each other.
What's he going to do about it?
Shane...
What, Dad,
you're so ashamed of me
I can't hang out with your prize possession?
Come on, Tash. Let's get out of here.
You know your parents will not approve of this,
but I'd rather
not have to be a rat here.
If you want to stay my manager, you'll keep quiet.
Oh?
I'm serious, Damon.
I get calls every week from other managers.
Let's go, Shane.
I love my son, but ever since his mom left,
I just don't know how to handle him,
and now to think that he's corrupted Natasha...
Where is he right now?
He, he goes to school up in Vermont.
I've been trying to reach him to tell him about Natasha.
Did Shane have access backstage?
But he wouldn't kidnap her,
if that's what you're suggesting.
What if his father told him he couldn't see her anymore?
Hey.
Hey.
So, here's what I got.
Apparently, Shane forged a note from his parents
to get out of school,
and nobody's seen him since 10:00 A.M. yesterday.
Now, there's an 11:00 A.M.
Greyhound that gets into the city at 4:30.
That would have left him plenty of time
to get to the concert hall.
He's got a credit card?
Yeah, in his father's name.
We're running it now.
Well, it turns out we were right.
He rolled over on a couple of Mafia types in St. Petersburg.
One happens to be his ex-business partner.
Moved to New York a couple months ago.
Maybe his ex-partner's here to settle a score.
We're not going to know until we find him.
In the meantime, I want you to talk to Natasha's doctor,
find out about those drugs.
Okay.
I think it's strange she would lie to me.
No, she's a teenager.
If I would known about Shane, I never would have allowed it.
And that's why she lied to you.
You know...
when I was a child, I, too, had gift for music.
In Soviet times, they...
( sighing )
They sent you to a musical school in the country.
I was only four years old.
Almost never saw my parents.
Can you imagine?
I never wanted that life for Natasha.
She wanted that.
She wanted to be
great.
From the first time she picked up the instrument,
she begged me, "Mama, show me more."
I know life of a talented person is never easy,
but I thought here it would be
easier to be a family.
That's why we came.
But now...
I should never have let her touch a violin.
( classical violin music playing )
Mr. Tercell?
Yes?
Hi, Paul Sterling.
I was recommended to you by Leonard Norton.
Oh, yes, indeed.
You're interested in an Amatti.
What I actually discussed with Mr. Norton
was the possibility of finding a Serafina.
Yes, I seem to remember him saying something about that.
You are aware there's no proof yet
that the Serafina is even available.
Obviously.
Well, given the difficulty of acquiring it,
you understand that the asking price would be
somewhere around
$700,000.
Mr. Tercell, given the market value of the violin,
I believe that
$500,000 would be a very generous offer.
That's my email address.
I'll look forward to hearing from you.
Do you like dogs, Mr. Sterling?
Dogs?
Sure.
Good day, Mr. Sterling.
I certainly wouldn't
have prescribed OxyContin to her for any reason.
Certainly not for acute anxiety.
Anxiety?
Her parents didn't tell you?
Mmm, tell us what?
That's what I was afraid of.
She came in about a week and a half ago
with her boyfriend.
It feels like it's beating out of my chest,
and I can't catch my breath all the time.
Well, I can tell you
there's nothing wrong with your heart, Natasha.
What you're describing is a panic attack.
So, what do I do about it?
Tell me about these incidents.
Do they happen at any particular time?
Um...
the first one happened a couple months ago,
and that was before a concert.
But now they seem to be happening all the time.
Have you told your parents?
No.
Well, I think you should.
SHANE: Right.
Talk about panic attacks.
Can't you give her something-- Xanax, Celexa?
Those are powerful drugs,
and inappropriate at this time.
My recommendation would be to cut down on your
performing commitments.
I can't do that.
I can talk to your parents.
No, don't do that; I can handle it.
SHANE: You're a doctor.
You have to keep
this confidential-- that's the law.
Yeah, that's the law.
Natasha, you're a minor.
You're both minors.
I'm responsible for your care.
Okay, but let me talk to them first.
They're immigrants.
They, they can't handle this stuff.
Please.
Would her panic attacks have been triggered
by a particular event, or... or a recent trauma?
Not necessarily.
It usually comes from an accumulation
of stress over time.
And you didn't give her any medication at all?
No, I wouldn't have done that without talking to her parents
and having her see a therapist.
You wanted to ask me
about Agent Spade?
Yeah, I get the impression
that she may be resisting you a little.
She's been resisting me a lot, actually.
Having a hard time even getting her in the room.
You want me to talk to her?
No. No, she'll come around.
What if she doesn't?
They all do.
Most of them.
Is that all?
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Jack?
Yeah?
If you ever need to talk about anything yourself,
my door's always open, you know that?
Yeah, I know that, Lisa.
Not you, too.
No, but thanks for asking.
What have we got?
We found her dad's old business partner.
Yevgeny Putkin.
No sign of Natasha,
but we're still going to bring him in.
You're going to find this interesting.
Secret Service, huh?
Yeah.
Samantha, I just talked
to Natasha's violin teacher.
She said there was
a weird incident at the music school last week.
She saw Natasha talking to this strange man
in one of the music rooms,
but when she went in,
the man ran out.
Natasha said it was just an annoying fan,
but now the teacher's really worried.
Did she get a good look at him?
Bearded, mid-40s. She's coming in
this afternoon and work with
one of the sketch artists.
She said she thought
the guy had a Russian accent.
You and Dimitri Tzetcovich
used to be in the nightclub business together
in St. Petersburg, correct?
Well, it was a long time ago.
Not so long
that you don't remember
that you both ended up in prison.
The police in Russia is not like here--
fair, honest.
America's a great country.
According to this report,
you were dealing drugs out of the nightclub in St. Petersburg.
Dimitri asked you to stop, you didn't.
He was arrested, did two years of hard time.
After two years of hard time,
he rolled over on you, correct?
Yeah. Look...
( clearing throat )
Everybody did what they had to do to survive.
I mean... I don't have a problem with him.
So, you're here because of what, uh... sea air in Brighton?
( chuckling )
Yeah. Lot of my people are here.
So I understand.
And you're back in business again.
Yeah.
I have a club.
No drugs, no, uh, guns.
Just... disco.
"Disco."
I'm more interested
in your other line of work.
Fake visas, passports.
Is that what it says in the file?
Yes. Any demand
for backstage passes recently?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Where were you yesterday at 5:00?
Turkish bathhouse.
You're a classy guy.
What about your masseuse?
Would she be willing to corroborate your story?
Co-ob... what?
( speaking Russian )
Oh, yeah.
She will remember me.
What? No.
Listen, you tell Reggie to call me
the minute he gets home, all right?
No! He's a 13-year-old boy.
He does not run this family.
Hey, Danny.
You wouldn't happen to have any pictures
of those weirdo fans, would you?
This is a sketch we got from Natasha's violin teacher.
Actually, a few of them sent pictures of themselves.
Mmm, there.
Hmm.
There's this one
fan named Ivan Breznev
who sent a series of emails from all over the country,
most of them from computer cafes
that match the cities
where Natasha was playing at the time.
He's stalking her.
Yup.
Here's one from Cincinnati.
"I saw you tonight.
"You were wonderful.
"I wish I could
"have joined you afterwards,
but you had so many people around you."
Where is this guy?
I don't know.
We ran the address he had on his P.O. box application,
and that address did not exist, of course.
( phone ringing )
Yeah?
Jack, we just got a hit
on Shane Whitmore's credit card.
He checked into the McMillan Hotel last night.
He hasn't checked out.
Okay, take Viv over there.
Find out what's going on.
( rock music playing )
FBI-- open up!
( rock music blaring )
Natasha, are you in here?
Balcony's clear.
( turns music off )
Hey, hey.
How many pills did you take?
He's alive.
All right, let's get you up, up.
I told you already.
I don't know where the hell she is.
Yeah, right, so it's just a coincidence
that you went AWOL from school the day
she went missing, and no one's heard from you since.
It's not a coincidence.
We were supposed to meet here after the concert.
What were you meeting for? This?
No, I didn't have any of this stuff until later.
She didn't show up.
I thought maybe my dad had gotten to her.
I guess I got a little messed up,
but we were just going to hang out.
You gave her opiates, Shane.
Why not just giver her ***?
You take it like it's prescribed,
and it just... it just calms you down.
So what, are you
a pharmacist now?
I was just trying to help her.
So you didn't know
that she was missing until we came here?
I swear, I've been watching pay-per-view
for the last 19 hours.
So, what was your big plan, Romeo, huh?
She was going to meet you here,
the two of you were going to run off together?
We'd talked about it.
It's great to finally be alone with you.
You have such incredible skin.
Oh, I got girly skin.
Maybe I'll grow one of those little beard things right here.
No beards.
I'm so sick of beards and Russians.
What's up?
You pissed at your dad again?
They're such liars, both of them.
They've been lying to me my entire life.
Hey, you okay?
You're so beautiful.
Wow.
Can't help myself.
Anyway, scuba divers don't have beards.
They just get all gunky.
You think we'll really make it to Mexico?
We have to.
We just wanted to be together.
Why can't everybody understand that?
She told you that her parents lied.
Do you know what about?
Could have been a thousand things.
You're lucky we found you.
What do you think?
I think we should let him go to the hospital
and then go back and press him later.
Listen, you cannot go to Zachary's.
And if I hear that you gave Marie any attitude,
any attitude at all,
you can forget about paintball this weekend.
Because I am angry,
that's why.
Everything all right?
Uh-huh.
Care to talk about it?
It's Reggie.
It's like every year. It gets harder.
What, with the acting out, the talking back,
last week he called me a "***."
Uh-oh. What'd you do?
I almost hit him.
I don't know what to do.
Not that it's any consolation,
imagine how much harder it would be if he was
making a million bucks a year.
Harder on him or harder on me?
Good question.
Martin.
Yeah?
Got a hit on a Mr. Sterling.
All right, thank you.
Viv, you might want to check this out.
Open the document, please.
What is that?
We got the violin.
Ah, Logan.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Indeed it is, and that's a lovely briefcase.
Thank you.
My client is greatly looking forward
to getting his hands on the instrument.
May I see it?
Ah, yes.
It's beautiful.
Can you put it
in a case for me, please?
***, it's been a pleasure doing business with you.
Mr. Tercell, FBI.
You're under arrest.
He said the guy had a Russian accent
and a beard and a leather jacket.
Describes about
half the male population of Brighton Beach.
Mm-hmm.
He got a closer look than the teacher did,
so hopefully we'll get a better sketch.
But no girl?
No, said he never saw her.
Let's hang on to him for as long as we can.
All right.
If I have to look at one more bearded,
40ish, scary-looking Russian guy,
I'm going to blow my brains out.
Yeah, I know.
How'd you learn to speak Russian anyhow?
Busboy at the Russian Tea Room.
Learn something new about you every day.
Yeah, I know, a lot of fun, isn't it?
Check this out.
Our tech found this buried
in the hard drive of Natasha's computer.
It's from that guy that keeps stalking her,
Ivan Breznev?
That's Yalena.
Mm-hmm. That has to be
Natasha, right?
There's Dimitri in the background.
There's a message in Russian.
It says, "Look closely."
This is the man who's been stalking her.
He's been going by the name of Ivan Breznev.
I thought he was dead.
Who is he?
His name is Alexander Denisovich.
He is Natasha's real father.
He is a violent man.
He is an alcoholic, and he beat me,
and that's why I left him--
to save myself and my daughter.
Tasha was only two.
I have been her father ever since.
Yeah, and no man can love my girl
the way he has.
What does she know
about her biological father?
Well, I told her he was dead, 'cause that's what we thought.
My friends told me he was killed
in a bar fight in Saint Petersburg,
and now he's Rasputin.
Well, she knew weeks ago.
He came to her
and showed her that photograph.
What? She didn't tell us.
Well, maybe she thought you'd been lying to her.
Look, we think
that the only reason he came to America
is to get Natasha.
Do you have any idea where he might go to now...
No.
...or anybody who might be helping him?
Mm-mm.
( gasps )
Yevgeny.
The man you spoke with before.
Mm-hmm?
! My old business partner
in Russia.
He knows Alexander.
We all did business together.
I don't have time to screw around anymore.
You either tell me everything you know about Alexander,
or I'm going to charge you as an accessory to kidnapping
and you're going to get a taste of what American prison's like.
( sighs )
He only wants to see his daughter, okay.
He wanted to see her,
asked me for the pass.
I did it for him for old times' sake...
...and 300 bucks.
Was that the friends and family rate?
I'd like an address, please.
Klantic Avenue, 25th Street.
No sign of the girl, but we did find this dress.
Any blood?
I don't think so.
Hey, Sam, could you get that to the lab right away?
Thanks, man.
( sighs ): All right,
well, the apartment didn't tell us much.
Couple of old shirts in the closet,
coffee maker on the table, no plane tickets,
no bus schedules, no receipts.
Isn't it so much easier
when they leave the Amtrak schedule
right on the coffee table, and they've gone as far
as circling the getaway train in bright red ink?
Let me check around the neighborhood.
I'm going to stick around here.
Hey.
Martin.
I think we've got him.
I got him.
Alexander Denisovich?
FBI.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Wha-What?
( grunting )
Shh...
What do you want?
We know you're Natasha's father.
So?
You took her! Now, where the hell is she, huh?
I don't know.
She ran away from me.
When I saw her
that night in the concert hall,
I thought I could talk to her.
( loudly whispers ): Tasha.
Are you all right?
I told you I don't want to see you.
What is this?
You can't breathe.
I'm fine.
Please get out of here.
I've seen you like this before.
In San Francisco. You remember?
Did you get
the picture I sent you?
Yes, and I deleted it.
Natasha, I am your father.
You were supposed to be dead.
Now that I'm rich and famous, you show up?
That's great.
I spent ten years looking for you.
I always loved you, Natasha,
from the moment you were born.
I just want to be with you.
I don't care
if you never play the violin again.
Stop it,
please.
This is no life
for you like this.
You should be in school.
Get out!
Friends and...
Get out before I scream.
Tasha.
I mean it.
I never want to see you again.
Tasha, shh, this is for your own good, Natasha.
That was no life for her like that.
I was only trying to save her.
Exactly how long ago did she run away from you?
M-m-maybe 30 minutes.
Um, I've been everywhere in the neighborhood,
and-and I don't know where she is.
What was she wearing?
Um, and old blue shirt of mine
and, uh, some jeans I bought her.
Does she have any money on her?
She took what I made from the violin-- the $100,000.
Oh, you got ripped off, my friend.
Oh, I don't care about money.
I just wanted to have enough for us to start a new life.
Uh, yeah, I'll get back to you.
Okay, that was Damon Whitmore.
He's at the hospital.
his car keys and took off.
When?
Five minutes ago.
( sighs )
Maybe Natasha somehow got in contact with him.
That kid doesn't even know how to drive, Viv.
They were dreaming of going to Mexico, right?
Well, now they've got the money.
I'll call the airports.
Mm-mm.
She doesn't have her passport...
but I bet they were planning on driving.
Driving to Mexico? Come on.
Call Jersey Transit Authority,
and put a trace on Shane's cell phone.
Okay.
Oh, thanks.
Here you go.
Anything?
No.
You know, I keep wondering...
why Natasha didn't tell us Alexander has contacted her.
Why?
Maybe she thought you lied to her.
I think it's kind of a rebellion.
Rebellion against what?
We tried
so hard to make her life normal.
I don't think there's a single teenager out there
that thinks their family's normal,
and the more you try
and make it seem that way,
the more she thinks she's going nuts.
Still doesn't explain...
why she runs off with the crazy boy.
Running off with a boy that no one wants you to be with?
SAMANTHA: Vivian.
Hold on.
Jersey Highway Patrol just got wind of an accident.
A Nissan 350Z hit the center divider
heading south on the turnpike.
( speaking over police scanner )
Natasha, listen to me. I promise we...
we're still going to go to Mexico.
SAMANTHA: All right, all right, break it up.
NATASHA: I want to go with him.
I want to go with him.
Natasha!
You're not separating us.
VIVIAN: Natasha...
Shane!
Get off of me!
Stop it! Now, shut up and listen to me!
Do you know what you put your parents through?
Why don't you people just leave me alone?
'Cause we care about you.
Your parents
care about you.
Don't give up on them, Natasha.
What?
I know they seem
as if they're out of touch.
I've met them, and they kind of are...
but they love you, and that's a lot.
Give them a chance.
I have.
Give them another one.
I can't.
You can.
You can.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Oh, sweet Natasha.
Natasha.
Oh, thank God, thank God.
How are you?
I'm fine.
Okay.
Um...
we... we're going to hold it for you...
until you're ready.
Right?
Right.
( sighs )
Dad?
Are you all right?
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Uh, Dr. Harris, this is Agent Spade.
I just wanted to call, and, um...
say that Thursday will be fine...
uh, so... um...
I'll-I'll see you then, I guess.
Okay, uh, bye.
( classical violin music playing )