colter. that old son of a bitch has never given lucas a break. melvin: they had a fight. t that? my son would try any woman's patience. mr. colter, you know how easy it is for us to find out if you withdrew a large sum of money yesterday? so what? i blew it on a pony. which race? i forget; i don't dwell on my losses. look, i'm going to my barber and if you geniuses follow me, i'll call my lawyer and he'll call his friends at the mayor's office. you don't care you were swindled by your son? we hear you ride him pretty hard. nothing he does is ever good enough. you know, like when he, he got those courtside seats for the playoffs last year just for the two of you. you didn't even bother to show up. and now he needed money-- he knows he could be lying in front of your doorstep starving and you'd step over him but your granddaughters, well... that's the way to the old man's wallet. he staged the kidnapping, mr. colter. nice try, detective. he didn't buy it for a minute. he must know his son better than we thought. or he knows the loan shark. a white-collar guy like lucas colte