who cares? he's dead.
look, i'm clean. i teach kids now --
no, but i'm sure you'd love it -- you sick bastard.
i haven't seen him for years.
what the hell are you doing here? you're supposed to be dead.
talk? the only talk i ever heard from you was 'take it off,' 'sit on it,' 'i'll pay you tomorrow.'
take off the rest of those rags and get dressed. then get out.
i told him to keep those creeps away -- but you're just too big an attraction. look, if the f.b.i. finds out you've been here -- i'll lose my son. so please, just go.
how would you? you walked out and never looked back.
they should. they're yours.
of course he is.
adam, come here.  i want you to meet your father.
five. no one knows you're his father. i thought someone might want to hurt him -- just to hurt you.
you know mommy doesn't like you playing with these things.
you're not holding him right.  caz.
yes, he is -- !
adam!
scoops up the kicked weapon -- and cold-cocks another rappelling agent. then she fires, cutting a third rappelling agent's rope. he drops hard to the floor -- unconscious.
adam!
thank you, caz.  thank you.
his ears are still ringing -- but he'll be okay.
the truck's all gassed up. look, caz, there'll be f.b.i. agents all over that place. maybe i can talk my brother into helping us.
caz -- are you okay?
that's pathetic, archer. but then, your terrible sense of humor is legendary.
 help adam.  don't let him end up like us.