Ricky warns, "You don't know what he's going to do."
"I'm quite sure that he's not working. He doesn't work very often," Ray says with a smirk.
"I've located the apartment for Robin. I've got his truck," John says, looking through binoculars. "I've seen one white male matching the description of Robin, and another white male in the driveway on the sidewalk. I verified the vehicle and have verified his presence at this duplex. We found him."
"I'm really glad to talk to you guys, although I'm certainly sorry for the occasion. I'm sorry you have to deal with all this mess. Basically, your intention is to go confront him. What you need to do is have a mix of two things, one being, â€˜You need to come with us, or the whole world is going to cave in on you.' Mix that with, 'We're your brothers. We're still trying to help you. We don't want to hurt you,'" Dr. Phil advises.
After the call ends, Ricky breathes a sigh of relief. "He pegged Robin immediately. I have a feeling, with his help, that this can be accomplished," he says.
"This is the worst I've ever seen him in my life. I was in total shock," Ricky reflects. "I really would have liked to have not just given him a brotherly hug. I would have liked to choke the life out of him. I wanted to say, â€˜You son of a bitch. Who in the **** do you think you are?'"
As Robin gathers his bags, Ray says as an aside, "Probably trying to get our identification out of his wallet first."
"I couldn't believe seeing him and seeing how bad he looked. It's eating me up. Dr. Phil needs to just work his magic now," Ricky says.