04x05 - Child's Play

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Miami Vice". Aired: September 16, 1984 – January 25, 1990.*
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Sonny & Rico, two Metro-Dade Police Department detectives working undercover in Miami.
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04x05 - Child's Play

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[Siren Wailing In Distance

Get that car.

[Chattering]

Mmm! Hot stuff!

Yeah, baby!
[All Shouting, Indistinct]

Hey, you! Get out of here, punk!
Get out of here!

_

Yo! Come on!
[Indistinct]

Let's go.
I'm gettin' that!

_




[Chuckles]

Switek, I have mixed feelings
about telling you this, but, uh,
they're gonna roll you.

All right. Reach around,
scratch your rear end.

[Tubbs Laughing]

- [Dog Barks In Distance]
- [Woman]
You got no right!

You can't even do an honest day's work
undercover in this neighborhood without—

Baby, what's happening?

[Blow Lands]
[Woman Screaming, Sobbing]

[Man]
Shut up!
Man!

You think I'm stupid, right?
You think I don't know—

No. Here they come again.

_

Look, kids, do you mind?

I'm trying to catch a few Z's.
Get out of here. Go home.




Bye.

Damn children.
Why don't they go play
in the street where they belong?

[Woman Shouting]
[Trudy On Radio] Sounds like they're
broadcasting live from a roller derby.

What the hell's goin' on?

It's love in bloom in the next apartment.
Cardboard walls.

Listen, Trudy.
Go to Central frequency.

Request a uniform unit.
[Man, Woman Arguing]

Reference a bad 34 next door.
[Pounding On Wall]

Hello!
Shut up in there!

[Pounding On Wall]
[Man]
Mind your damn business!

[Woman Screams]
Man, oh, man, oh, man.

[Man]
Shut up! Yeah, that's right, cry.
Go ahead, cry.

Yeah, I want you to cry!
[Woman]
No!

[Sighs]

You know, our boys are
over half an hour overdue.

Maybe it was a... bum tip, huh?

[Arguing Continues]

Gunrunners have flat tires too.

Yeah.
[Man]
I'm gonna k*ll you, woman!

[Thumping On Wall]
[Woman]
Please!

[Woman Sobbing]
[Man Shouting]

[Groans]
[Woman Screaming, Sobbing]

You're hurting me!

[Man]
You had to run your mouth, right?

[Woman]
Help!

Help!
Freeze!

- You want to talk—
- Freeze! Drop that Kn*fe!

Drop it! Drop it now!

Drop the Kn*fe!
[Kn*fe Clatters]

Step back.
[Floorboard Creaks]

Don't move!

[Tubbs]
You, down!
Down on the floor!

_

Oh, my God.
Trudy.

Advise that unit to step it up.
Oh, God.

Emergency procedure.
We're gonna need an ambulance.
We got a subject sh*t here.

Don't you move.

_

Hold on, damn it.

_

Hold on.

God!

:O

I saw the g*n behind the door.

[Sighs]
God, I should have known.

I should have known that
that could be her kid.

He must have been
trying to protect me.

I guess... he went in the be—
to the bedroom,

in the dresser.

I keep a g*n there for protection.

I was just trying to scare her.

I didn't mean to hurt her.

I saw the g*n behind the door.

I heard the sh*t, damn it.

I thought Sonny was gonna be dead.

A little boy sees his mother crying—

He just got scared, you know.

I figured...

I'd go in,

and my partner's down.

You know how many officers
go down at domestic calls?

I'm sorry.

God, I'm so sorry.

I should've known.

His father—

I hadn't seen him for a while.

[Gina]
Annette McAllister.
A dozen convictions for prostitution.

One possession.
Pled guilty. Sentence suspended.

Youth Services have nothing
on her son,

and as far as the boyfriend, Walker Monroe,
he's not in the computer.

The g*n the boy was holding
was real—very real.

A nine-millimeter
Belgian Browning Hi-Power.

Your standard NATO handgun.

Well, uh, it's not registered.

Probably stolen.
Put a trace through A.T.F.

We're not gonna hold her
on the g*n charge.
You can go home.

Lieutenant, what about Sonny?

He may need some help,
you know.

I'll take care of that.
Thank you.

Crockett.

This is Sergeant DiLello,
Psychological Services.

I understand you were
in a sh**ting tonight, Detective.
A child was involved?

I want you to talk to him.

How's the kid doing?
Alive.

Lieutenant, you got to call in
all our markers on this one.
No plea bargain.

This guy should at least get
a felonious as*ault rap on this one.

She's not gonna press charges.

The D.A. Not gonna prosecute?

Not without her help.

I'm going to the hospital.
I don't think your partner
should drive.

I can drive fine.

All right?

Look, DiLello, I know what you can do,
and if I need you, I'll call you, okay?
Why don't you take a few days off?

Come on, guys.
Don't do this to me.

It's tough enough.
If you'll just leave it alone, it'll be okay.

It's not that simple, is it?

You can't just leave it alone, Detective,
'cause it won't leave you alone.

Three minutes or three years,
it keeps coming back,
unless you work through it.

Work through what?

I'm responsible. I did it.
My finger was on the trigger,

and I can't pull the b*llet back
into the g*n, now can I?

So work through what?

[Sighs]
You coming?

You too.

Anytime. I'm around.

You're driving.

Okay.

[Air Hissing]

[Woman On P.A.]
Dr. Porter—
How's he doing, Doc?

Your b*llet lodged in the atrium.

The wound bled into
the covering of the heart,

a condition we call
cardiac tamponade.

Makes it almost impossible
for the heart to function.

Look.
Whatever it takes.

If there's a problem with money,
you just tell me how much it is,
and I'll find it.

Well, you know, the county
covers most of the routine expenses
in something like this.

Considering the boy's condition,
there's not much point
in taking extraordinary measures.

This kid
is the President of the United States.

I understand your concern.
We've done everything.

Everything you'd do
for the president?

You see, 'cause I figure
13-year-old Jeffrey McAllister
from Overtown,

with no money, no insurance—

He might not get
the same treatment as everybody else.

He's getting the same treatment
as everybody else, Detective.

That's not what I said, is it?

I don't know how you treat
everybody else in here.

But I expect you to treat him...

like the whole world is watching,
because I'm watching.

The president.

[Woman On P.A.]
Dr. Malick, Emergency, please.
Dr. Malick.

I know what
you gotta be thinking.
No, you don't.

'Cause if you did,
you'd be in Cleveland.

It ain't your fault, man.

We know whose fault it is,
brother.

And we're gonna do everything we can
to get that lady to press charges.

You gotta understand, brother.

I've been out of work for nine months.

My woman's been turning tricks.

It takes the heart out of a man,
and I just lose it sometimes.

I've been seeing a social worker.

[Woman On P.A.]
Miss Hanson to reception area, please.
Miss Hanson.

You touch her again,
you won't need a social worker.

[Woman On TV]
A spokesman for the councilman said
he didn't think the revelation...

would hurt his chances
for reelection.

A tragic sh**ting
in the Overtown district tonight.

An unidentified policeman
trying to settle a domestic dispute...

sh*t and critically wounded
a 13-year-old child.

Young Jeffrey McAllister
apparently picked up a handgun
to protect his mother.

Community leaders are asking
for the suspension of the officer
pending an investigation of the incident.

A close call for passengers
aboard the luxury liner Caribbean Queen
out of Miami today.

A fire broke out in the ship's kitchen
five miles out to sea.

Now the weather.

[Continues, Indistinct]

I've got him on every kind
of machine known to mankind, but—

[Chuckles]
What I need now is some blood.

Type "O." What do you say?
Type "A."

Trudy, what blood you got?
AB. Sorry.

Switek?
Uh, needles make me nervous.

What time?

3:00. Thanks.

Trudy, um, let me ask you
something.

Are you still, um—
Are you still seeing that
defensive coach for the Dolphins?

You want blood from the Dolphins?
No, no, no.

I want a hat or a jacket or something
to, you know, cheer him up.
Oh, yeah. That'd be nice.

Thanks.
Crockett.

What are you doing here?

Well, Lieutenant, if I didn't have
so damn much work to do—

I mean, we still got paperwork
on the Kangalos case, and—

and, uh, the D.A. Wants
me and Tubbs to sit down and—

I'd rather just work.

All right.
Finish it up.

Listen up, everybody.
We have another bombing.

Early this morning
over at Holiday's sh**ting gallery.

Great.
Arms dealers at w*r.
Payback, huh?

My snitch tells me that the reason
the gunrunners didn't show up
at the stakeout?

Because Holiday's men met 'em in West Miami
and relieved 'em of the shipment.

You got three bombings
in Overtown this month.

A hooker k*lled.
We got 10-bag peddlers
being knocked off every day.

New blood moving in on Holiday.

Yeah, he understands
the competition.

I say we just move in
and shake him down.

Yeah, we might even
shake loose some of those g*ns
they ripped off yesterday.

Let's say we become
the new buyers on the block.
Stay on him.

[Siren Wailing In Distance]
[Aerosol Spraying]

Hey, pretty ladies.

[Crockett, Tubbs Shouting]

[Rock On Jukebox]
[Shouting Continues]

[Tubbs]
What are you staring at?
On the bar!

What are you doing?
Get your head on the bar!
Head on the bar.

When I say head on the bar,
I mean kiss it.
Hey, chill out, brother.

Street says you got something
that belongs to us, Holiday— some g*ns.

You better try some other turf,
'cause I don't know nothin'
about no g*ns, man.

Oh, wrong answer, pal.

[Patrons Gasping]

You are not walking away
from this, man.

Wrong again!
[Tubbs]
Burnett! Hey!

- Do it! Do it!
- Hey, be cool!

Just be cool.

- Burnett! It's bad manners
to insult our host.
- [Spits]

What are you looking at?
Get your head on that bar.

Listen, Holiday, man.

This is one of those "absolutely,
positively had to be delivered overnight"
situations, you understand?

Hey, man, our supplier
didn't come through.

You understand?
So our customers are very unhappy.

We're taking it at both ends,
man, and it's hurting.

If you got a problem with a supplier,

then maybe you should
change suppliers.

Sound like a sales pitch.
I'm listening.

Say I could... tie you in
with someone who could...

replace your missing shipment.

g*ns for money.

Look, I don't care who they come from,
just as long as I get 'em.

- I'm down if you are.
- I'm down.

See, everybody? Friends for all times.

Reliability, man,
is a high priority.

Now, if they're not reliable
and you are—

Like the man said,
you got to know the turf.

New talent on town?

Come in from Chicago.

And they think
they own a piece of the rock.

- They don't.
- [Chuckles]

Let's do some business then.

Thank you, everybody.
Have a good day.

Everybody just be cool.

( ♪ The Dream - Albert Collins,
Robert Cray & Johnny Copeland ♪ )

[Crockett]
I'm really sorry I messed up
you girls' card game.

Y'all have a nice day.

The man had g*ns to sell.

We were doing him a favor.
He would've come around
without the bruises.

It all came out in the wash, didn't it?

Look, if you can't work, man,
just stay away...

and deal with the kid
in the hospital.

But don't almost screw up
an undercover situation.

Hey, man, if you don't like
the way I work, why don't you get
somebody else next time?

You can ask for Switek or—

[Siren Wailing In Distance]

Rico, man, I'm sorry.

Hey, Sonny, man,
I'm in this with you.

You can't be.

Man, it's like trying
to hold two volleyballs underwater.

It can't be done for long.

You can't answer the questions
I keep asking myself.

You can't answer mine either.

Like, why was it you
who went next door
and not me, huh?

[Sighs]

Don't shut me out now, partner.

[Engine Starts]

God, Walker, I sure could use
a new door.

Do you know how long it took
the landlord to fix the sink?

This is for the hospital.

We don't want them looking
into the welfare files.

And don't go spendin' it
on no doors.

Walker, I hate those places.
All those sick people.

I might catch something.
Look, you gotta go, baby,
'cause it's the right thing to do.

Now bring it to Daddy.

You know I love you, don't you?

No matter what.

You gonna be okay, baby.

[Whimpers]
Just as long as you keep
taking care of business.

[Gasping]
I did everything you said,
Walker.

You've been fine so far, baby.

[Whimpering]
That's why you still alive.

[Tires Squealing]

[Shouting]
[Woman]
Boys!

Sonny.

Hi, Caroline.

You should have called.

Nice to see you too.

You must've driven all night.

[Sighs]

Well, come in.

Billy.

Dad?

Well, come here.

[Man]
Morning.

Bob Ballard.

You must be Sonny.
I've heard a lot about you.

Yeah.
Wish I could say the same.

People are scared out there.

If a police officer
sh**t a defenseless child—

The child was armed with a loaded
fully a*t*matic handgun
and ready to fire.

That has been clearly established.
But this ain't the first time, man.

This officer can not be allowed to—
Investigation is continuing,

and if we find the detective
has acted improperly,

appropriate charges
will be filed.

We got the right to know
who this man is!
[Castillo] No, you don't.

You got a mother whose boy
is near death.

You got to give these people
something.

You can't shield this man forever.

- He will not be identified.
- Then suspend him!

I will suspend him if it's warranted,

but not to give these people
something.

He misses you.

[Bob]
Okay.
I guess we're all set here.

Well, you ready, sport?

Yep. You two guys
have a good time now.

Okay.
Let's hit it.

That's your new car?

I remember when you were s—
so little I could hold you
in my two hands.

I love you, Billy.

You know that, don't you?
Sure.

[Crockett]
It's been a long time, Billy.

[Billy]
It's okay.

[Crockett]
You remember when—

Remember when you and your mom
were at home last time,
and you almost got—

you almost got hurt?

Well, I started thinking then
that maybe...

y'all would be better off if—

you know, if I stayed away for a while
and let you get a good chance
at a new life.

Whatever.

What does that mean?
Nothing.

I'm just trying to say, Billy, I—
I was worried about you.

So I don't get to see you
because you're worried about me?

Bob and Mom are gonna
get married, you know?

He said he wants to adopt me.

Who's your new face?

I kind of figured you didn't
hit it off too well
with my friend Burnett.

You noticed, huh?
Yeah.

Now, look.
This here is my main weapons man.

He makes sure I get
what I pay for.

That's the magic word, brah.
Pay.

Now, if I can see the green—

No problem.

100, a thousand times.

Yeah. That's the right color.

[Switek]
Plastiques?

C.I.A.
Bound for glory in Nicaragua.

Well, let's take a look.

[Tool Clattering]

[Hammer Cocks]

We got a deal.

- Everybody freeze!
- [Man]
Miami Vice! Freeze!

Drop your weapons!
Let's go! Move it! Move it!

Don't move!

- [Tubbs]
Hey, man. It's a setup!
- Come on. You know the routine.

Hey, Holiday, is this your idea
of reliability?

Holiday, you gonna get yours!
Where'd you say
your friend was tonight, huh, brah?

- I said you gonna get yours, sucker!
- [Man] Don't try it.

I want a full inventory. I want federal people
to know what we got here.

U.S. Plastics will be thrilled
about getting their toys back.

Let them know we can link them
with this new Chicago outfit.

Coordinate it
with Chicago P.D.

[Gina]
Why would a g*ng suddenly move
to Miami from Chicago?

- Because it's cold there.
- Lieutenant.

Over here.

Isn't this a Belgian Browning
Hi-Power?
Yeah.

Same kind of g*n Sonny's kid had.

Twice in a week?

You don't see these kind
of handguns twice in a year.

Get some men and start
opening up these crates.

You heard the lieutenant.
Get a crowbar.
Start opening the crates.

[Caroline]
This is not the way I wanted it.
[Crockett] Oh, I get it.

A little light dinner conversation,
then you pop the adoption out with dessert.
Is that it?

I would have told you about it,
after you got to know Bob.

- My son, Caroline. He's my son!
- But he has a family now!

Bob is here for him.

- Where were you
when he was having his tonsils out?
- Oh, man.

What about Little League—
You took him, Caroline!
Damn it, you took him!

Look.
Bob wants to be his father.

If your concern is only for Billy,

you'd let him be adopted
and have a full-time dad.

[Monitor Beeping]

Hey, Sonny, we missed you yesterday.
You okay?

Yeah.

You all right, Sonny?

Yeah. I'm fine.
I'm okay.

You okay, partner?

[Clears Throat]
Can I have everybody's
attention, please?

This is the official "I'm okay" report.

I'm okay. Okay?

Thank you. Okay.

[Rings]

Crockett.
[Castillo] Will you come in
and see me in my office right now?

- I was just worried.
- [Sighs]

Where were you yesterday?

I took a ride to Ocala
to see my kid.

You didn't call.
[Chuckles]

That's funny.
That's what my ex-wife said.
You two been talking?

You in or out?
[Sighs]

You said I could have
a couple of days off.
I took 'em.

I should've called.
I didn't. I'm sorry.
I'm back.

You're off the street.

You can't do that.

So is this the way
the department stands behind me?

A few self-appointed
community spokesmen...

raise a little dust,
and I'm on my tail for the winter.

Is that the idea?

Department cleared you.

So...

I'm off the hook.

With the department.

- But not with the community.
- Not with yourself, Sonny.

DiLello called you.

What does he want me to say?

What do you want me to say?
I'd like to see you up there.

I sh*t the kid.

I sh*t him. He may die.
It was my g*n.

I can't pull the b*llet back in there!

And there's nothing that you say
or anybody says or—
No shrink is gonna change that!

You can't run in a closet
and lose yourself in guilt.

It's my responsibility.
I'm responsible.

And if it's not me,
then who the hell is it?

- Who is it?
- All right.

The b*llet left the g*n.

It was your g*n.

Your finger on the trigger.
You pulled the trigger.

Now, live with the responsibility.

It's gonna scar you,
eat you,

burn you inside.

And it should.

But you got work to do
that you care about.

People are depending on that.

You got people who care for you,
Sonny, like me.

Don't lose yourself.

Keep on going.

[Monitor Beeping]

[Footsteps]
[Door Opens]

Detective Crockett?

[Clears Throat]
I've been waiting...

for him to move.

A finger, a... toe.

Anything.
He's stable.

That's more than I expected.

Detective, you asked me
to tell you if there's any problem
about money.

[Groans]
I can probably come up
with 5,000 more. Um—

Well, actually,
there's too much money.

The mother's been paying
for the bills in cash...

even though the hospital
is gonna be reimbursed.

Cash?

That woman
can barely afford groceries.

Where the hell's she getting
that kind of money?

The, uh, front office
asked me to return your check.

Rico.

Do you buy Miss McAllister's
neighbors in Overtown...

raising thousands of dollars
in cash for Jeffrey?

[Chuckles]
I doubt if Miss McAllister's neighbors
can afford to buy candy at Halloween.

Then how in the hell is she paying
for his hospital bills in cash?

Well, here's another question
for Miss McAllister.

When we hit
Holiday's warehouse yesterday,

we discovered some m*llitary weapons.

Belgian Browning, Hi-Power?

Another one?
Castillo thought
it was quite strange too.

So we looked over the A.T.F.
Trace on Miss McAllister's g*n,
and it turns out...

the manufacturer's lot numbers
are parallel.

Yeah, both g*ns are from
the same shipment.

h*jacked last November
in Baltimore.

Baltimore? We've been
working with Chicago P.D.

We had information
that our gunrunners
were from Chicago.

Well, they are, but these guys
are franchising like burger stands now.

Gangs that used to stay home
to protect their neighborhood turf...

are being organized into sophisticated
national distribution groups.

Yesterday Chicago requested
all available information
on your McAllister g*n.

Prints came back
with a positive I.D.

Jeffrey McAllister's prints
were on file in Chicago?

Not exactly.

God be with you, sister.

I'm praying for you, sister.
Don't worry about a thing.

- We're all praying for you.
- [Congregation]
Amen.

[Man]
Oh, yes, Lord.
[Congregation] Yes, Lord.

Amen.
Amen.

[Chattering]

Wait a minute, brother.
You're in the house of the Lord.

What are you trying to pull off
here, lady?

Who is that kid in the hospital?
'Cause it ain't Jeffrey McAllister.

[Murmuring]
You know that.

Is there a Jeffrey McAllister?
Or is he a figment of your imagination?
Or yours?

There's all these prayers about Jeffrey,
and there is no Jeffrey.

What?
[Murmuring]

Look, I think we should take this
outside and talk about it.

- The boy has a right to his real name.
- Hey, man, you sh*t him.
You tried to take away his life.

That's right. I'm trying
to figure out who this boy is.

Then you sh*t Jeffrey McAllister!
[All Shouting]

The boy's a 13-year-old runaway.
Racine, Wisconsin.

Real name is Gordon Cavis,
alias Crossbones.

He has outstanding warrants—
as*ault, burglary and m*rder in Chicago.

He's a member of a South Side
street g*ng named the Bandits.

These gangs are known to use
the younger juveniles to commit
the more serious crimes.

m*rder is the rite of passage.

And if they're caught,
nobody's gonna send a 13-year-old
to the chair.

Makes you wonder
where the parents are.

Do we know how this, uh,
Jeffrey McAllister thing got started
or why?

Not yet.

Still,

for you to go into a situation...

that was as obviously
incendiary as that—

People could have been hurt.

Somebody had to speak
for the kid.

Doesn't matter
if he's a k*ller from Chicago
or just a kid from Overtown.

He's a child.

And I sh*t him.

And when I did, he...

became a part of me
for the rest of my life.

Now they've used him
and lied about him
and put him on display in public...

like, uh, he was some damn freak
in a carnival show.

Somebody had to speak for that boy.

- So I did.
- A nice thing to do
for him, Detective.

Lieutenant, I want to bring in
Annette McAllister and Walker Monroe
for questioning.

Sounds like a good idea.

These guys aren't gonna join
the parade, Rico.

They're not gonna walk away
from this one like all the other
street maggots...

that we bust
and b*at us home for breakfast.

These two pay retail.

Before you go out here
and do your John Wayne,

just remember that you owe me.

- What do you mean, owe you?
- You owe me your life.

Your presence in that seat, man.

Look, I love you, man.

You know,
I don't want to go out here...

and have to say a speech
about the short but meaningful
life of one Sonny Crockett...

in front of a collection
of family and friends.

[Train Brakes Squealing]

You know the first thing
I thought— [Sighs]

Was, " If he's gone,
who gets the car?"

[Screams]
Who you been talking to
this time, woman?

I-I didn't do it, Walker.
I didn't—
Then how did he know?

How did he know?
I didn't say anything!

Just like it wasn't you
told Holiday when we were
moving the g*ns, right?

No! It wasn't me!
All you had to do
was keep your mouth shut.

No!
But you couldn't do that.

Your little mouth
is always working,

and now I'm gonna put that
out of business.
[Screams]

[Gasps]

- Good night, Annette.
- [Grunts]

[Groans]

[Annette]
Jeffrey McAllister.

Jeffrey McAllister.

Can you believe it?

Walker made up that name.

Made up the whole thing...

while we was on the floor...

after you sh*t that boy.

He's not your son?

Son.
[Scoffs]

No.

I don't have no son.

That was Walker's idea.

I just did what he said.

He didn't want nobody to know
why we was fighting.

And what were you fighting
about, Miss McAllister?

When Holiday found out
I was seeing Walker,

he picked me up one day
and started asking me a lot of questions.

I just want to be left alone.
You know.

I don't care nothing
about no g*ns.

Walker found out you were telling
Holiday about the g*ns.

When you broke down
the door that day,

I swear I thought Walker
and that boy were gonna k*ll me.

He will k*ll you...
unless we stop him now.

Do you know
where we can find him?

Miami Vice!

I got him!

( ♪ Race Against Time - U2 ♪ )

[Groans]

[g*nsh*t]

[Panting]

[Grunting]

- [Annette]
Help!
- Freeze!

Freeze! Drop that Kn*fe!
Drop it!

Drop it now!
[Echoing]

I don't know who your dad is...

or what he did
to make you run away.

Maybe it's...
what he didn't do.

Maybe he's the one
that did the running.

Maybe it's...
like with me and Billy.

What do you think, Gordon?

Am I being selfish?

Is he better off...

if I just stay out of his life?

What would you tell your dad?

You know, Son—

You know and I know
I haven't been exactly Dad of the Year.

In fact, I've been
pretty much a failure.

But, Son, I believe there's
some real value in growing up...

knowing what's real
and what isn't in this world.

Billy, we're a part of each other.

We can't pretend that isn't true,

even if it makes
everybody's lives more comfortable.

So nobody's adopting you.

You're my son.

I'm your dad.

I'm gonna do the best I can.

Maybe that'll be good enough.
Maybe it won't.

Maybe in, uh, a few years
you'll look back and think I failed you.

But I'll tell you one thing.

You're gonna know that I did
the best I could.

Son, you're gonna know I love you.

I promise you that.

That I promise you.
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