(On the phone)
Nash: Here's what you do-- Round up those bozos of his get 'em into interrogation. Play 'em all off of each other. One of them's gotta know where Praun's got Evan stashed.
Harvey: Alright. What if they don't crack?
Nash: Ah, you throw a life vest to a buch of drowning morons, they'll give up their own mother.