San Saba

Mr. Fox.

You're at St. Alfred's Hospital.

You've had a very bad fall.

What's happening?

Mr. Fox.

Mr. Fox?

Mr. Fox. Good to have you back.

I'm gonna get you something for the pain.

How you doin'?

Yeah.

Hey, um, I went by your house, checked your messages.

There's one on there from Hank...

I think you should take a look at, you know?

When you get to feeling better.

And, uh, your mom's doin' fine.

I'm just gonna keep checking on her.

What's goin' on?

- You don't-- You don't remember? - Remember wh--

What?

Bud, they found you the other night-- at the old warehouse district--

in John Kaskill's office.

You were unconscious.

He was on the ground next to you-- dead.

You had a gun.

Huh?

God! No.

I think you've been set up, Bud.

Looking better, Mr. Fox. You feeling better?

Doctor, I'd like to have a couple of minutes with your patient-- alone.

Nurse. We'll check with you later.

Mr. Fox.

- Detective Morales, L.A.P.D. - How you doin'?

- Do you know why you're here? - I was hoping you could fill me in on that.

We found you at the Key Point warehouse a couple of nights ago.

So what?

So you're under arrest for the murder of John Kaskill.

Oh, don't you think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves here?

No, I'm right with you, Bud.

- That's right. Pull that out. - "You have the right to remain silent.

"If you give up your right to remain silent,

anything you say"-- Blah, blah, blah.

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Of course, you know that you can stop answering my questions anytime you want.

That's very considerate of you.

So why where you there?

I was called there.

Oh. By whom? Kaskill's daughter.

Yeah? She must have found out.

He went completely nuts.

Leigh? Slow down. What is it?

We have to take care of this, Bud.

Who's back?

What time is it? Time?

The time is now. Don't you get it?

I'm out again. I just know it. I'm screwed.

Where is he? At the warehouse.

Just meet me, okay? This is bad. It's really bad, Bud.

Why did she call you? I'm an old friend.

And, uh, friends often go over to their fathers' offices in the wee hours of the night?

All right. I was working for her.

Ah. Okay.

What'd she want that particular evening? That's between me and my client.

Hurry, please. I'm scared.

- You oughta know that. - So?

So I ain't telling you. It ain't pertinent.

Well, I happen to think it is.

Well, you happen to think wrong. Well, listen up, dick.

I happen to think, wrong or right,

that this is now an issue between me, you and a dead man.

Now, what time did she call you over?

1:00, 1:30. She woke me up.

Uh-huh. And what'd you do?

I went over there. I got in my truck, went over there.

So how did Kaskill get two slugs in his chest then?

I don't know.

What was the old man's gun doing next to you on the ground?

I don't know.

I went over there to help the girl.

All right. Did you meet her there?

You know--

She wasn't there when I got there.

Does the name Kate Winters mean anything to you?

- Does that ring a bell? - Sure.

So you knew that she was seeing Kaskill?

That's right. I've been tailin' him for the past three weeks.

Of course I knew that. Tailing him. What-What for?

That's between me and my client.

But you know that too. You knew they were sleeping together, right?

Sure.

And you also had an intimate relationship...

with Ms. Winters in the past, correct?

Yeah. So-- Let me get this right.

- So now she's bangin' John. - I want my lawyer.

You just flip out over that. Isn't that right?

- Is that what happened? - I want my lawyer.

- Okay, all right. That's what happened. - The right to remain silent.

I'm not gonna-- Go to hell.

- That's what came down, isn't it? - Why don't you go to hell?

Yeah, all right. I'll see you there. Nurse!

I'll make sure you have a phone in here, Mr. Fox, so you can call your attorney.

Nurse! Get outta here!

Yeah. There's a uniformed police officer here too.

You need to ask me any more questions-- Have a nice day.

- Enjoy those bracelets you got on. -

Yeah. No, I got 'em. I got 'em right here.

They're right here. 3:30.

Yeah.

- Thanks for bail. - Yeah, no problem. That'll be 50 grand.

Seriously, Bud. We gotta get together and hammer this out.

Your ass is pretty well slung over the barrel here.

They got prints, powder burns, a weapon,

an unconscious, intoxicated subject at the scene of the crime with motive.

- Shall I continue? - I didn't do it.

- You think? - Yeah. Maybe I--

Uh, I don't think so.

Um-- Just give me a couple days. I'll figure something out.

- When? - End of next week.

- You got a smoke? - No. I quit last year.

Oh. Yeah.

- I'll be in touch, okay? - All right.

Don't screw around. Okay? Yeah.

This is serious. This is 25 to death.

I'll be in touch.

Send me over the Kaskill file. Get me up to speed.

Ask Claire. Yeah.

You got it.

Take care of him, will you?

I will.

I know it all started at the reunion.

So the guy looks at me, goes, "Sounds great.

Who's all gonna be there-- you and me?"

Oh. Whoa. Hold everything.

Is that Katie Winters?

Damn. I would give anything to wax that.

You know what I'm sayin'? Every morning?

Bam!

Just a little wax on, wax off-- Oh, hey, honey.

We were just talking about you. This is an old friend of mine. This is Bud Fox.

Bud, this is Molly. We met back in... college.

Bud, good talking to you, buddy.

He's, uh-- Upset stomach or something. I don't know what's goin' on.

Mmm.

Got another?

Yeah.

There you go.

I quit about two years ago, but you step one foot into a roomful of that,

and suddenly you have an urge to suck on something strong.

Well, knock yourself out.

You always hear what a nightmare these reunions are.

But I just couldn't help myself. I guess I'm a voyeur.

Yeah. I don't know what you're doin' here.

You hated these guys' guts 20 years ago.

Almost as much as I hated yours.

How you doin', Leigh?

I've been better. How about you?

You know how it is.

Can't find peace of mind,

settle for a piece of ass.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I've got my own women issues to be dealing with.

Oh, that's interesting.

It's good to see you. Yeah.

You wanna get a drink?

Come on.

Yeah, so there I was, miserably flunkin' out of every class in college.

Shocking. Yeah, I flunked out, you know?

So I was sittin' there going, "What the hell am I gonna do with my life?" Right?

So what'd you decide? In this town?

What, I'm gonna be an actor or something? I don't think so.

So, fine, I'll be a, uh-- I don't have an education.

So what's the best thing?

I became a dick.

You were a dick long ago, my friend.

But it's all right.

No, I mean, like, a private eye kind of thing.

Oh, you're getting paid for it? Yeah. I'm a pro these days.

So how come you and I never, uh,

hooked up back then?

Hmm? You don't remember?

Remember what?

Are you kidding me? You don't remember?

What?

Stop it. Hey.

Maybe I was drunk or something. Maybe you were.

Yeah. Was I any good?

I was good. Go ahead.

Well, I do remember that you didn't used to look like this.

I mean, you looked hot, baby. God, you're a dick.

You are a dick. It suits you.

Okay, I owe you one. I might have to take you up on that.

What do you mean? Mmm.

Just my family's dirty laundry.

Yeah, right. I heard something.

Uh, your brother had an accident on a motorcycle.

Uh-uh. That was completely blown out of proportion.