i spoke at length with a black detective over at hondo's. yeah, he said you were very helpful with the description. we think that the same two men held up another bar after hondo's, and, uh, we'd like your help. before we got robbed. by my help, i hope you wouldn't look to do damage in terms of my employers, nobody really cares about the betting. tryin' to get the stickup team. why don't you tell us what went down? like i told the black detective, these two guys come in, they sit at the bar, they order a couple of drinks, which they nurse for half an hour. when the ball game's over, one of them pulls out this pocket-size pistol. .25, matte nickel finish. they demand the money. i give it up. they split. there's something you're not telling us. what? what's with this shoulder r g? you got a carry permit? where it might do some good? only why, if you got, uh, what, a .45 at the bar, why do you let these thievev walk through the door? see how it don't make sense? so, if we start taking this place apart, mr. mcgregor, are we gonna find any illega